They turned their heads at the same time. Ou Qing shouted slowly, "Uncle Smith."
The old man called Uncle Smith came up with a smile and stopped in front of them.
"I thought I recognized the wrong person. I haven't seen him for a few years. He is becoming more and more handsome!"
"Uncle Smith is also old and strong." Ou Qing replied with a smile.
"Oh, no, I'm old." Smith smiled, but his eyes stopped on the overlapping hands of Ou Qing and Shen Qingqing.
Shen Qingqing shook off Ou Qing's hand in embarrassment, but the next moment, he held it tightly.
"Uncle Smith, this is my fiancee Shen Qingqing. You must know uncle Harris's daughter. We will get married soon."
"Yo, this is a great event. Go back and tell your father and the old man Harris. Don't forget to buy me a wedding wine at that time. Uncle Smith will give you a big red envelope." Smith said with a smile, and his loving eyes fell on Shen Qingqing. "The old man Harris doesn't know the blessings he has cultivated for several generations. He even gave birth to such a beautiful daughter, which is carved in the same mold as Shen Suxin."
"Uncle Smith, do you know my mother?" Shen Qingqing asked in surprise.
"Well, I've seen it several times. She was a top student in the Conservatory of music. At the beginning, she stood next to Harris and looked like a little bird, which made us envy. Your father is lucky. Now he has such a beautiful daughter and a promising son-in-law."
"Uncle Smith, you flatter me. You are full of children and grandchildren. My father and uncle Harris envy you for making fun of your grandchildren." Ou Qing smiled and complimented.
Smith looked at them and said with a smile, "I have to go back, or my little grandson will be noisy. You two continue to be sweet. I'll go first."
After Smith left, Ou Qing smiled, put her arm around Shen Qingqing's shoulder and played with the taste, "It's estimated that this matter will be heard by Uncle Harris in a short time. Uncle Smith is a good friend of Uncle Harris. He has always been very kind and amiable. He also has a nickname called the microphone. I'm your fiancee. It's estimated that before long, the whole London will know that you are my fiancee. The two old men want to deny it Can't deny it. "
"Ou Qing." Shen Qingqing pretended to be angry and hammered him in the chest, "you dare to talk nonsense. If my father gets sick with your anger, you see I'm not finished with you."
Ou Qing held her wrist and couldn't hide a smile on her face, but pretended to be angry, "you girl is becoming more and more disrespectful. Can your husband beat it casually? If it's broken, you can stay alive."
"Ou Qing, you're still talking nonsense." Shen Qingqing said coyly, and sporadic fists kept falling on him.
Ou Qing ran away with a smile. They chased each other along the sidewalk. The sun penetrated the leaves and threw a shade.
Shen Qingqing was not familiar with the road in London. Unexpectedly, there was a small manor at the end of the road. There was a small church in the manor. It was said that it was built by private donations. Few people came on weekdays.
But the chapel is often cleaned by hourly workers. It is clean and tidy. The garden is green with green grass.
Two people stood outside the manor, blocked by ink railings.
"It's a pity that we locked the door. It seems that we can't get in." although Shen Qingqing smiled, her delicate little face was disappointed.