The wind blew his face and spoke sternly, "And what?"

Zhan Beicheng stood up straight, sat straight, with a serious and serious look on his face, and he watched the wind rise very rigorously, and a low and powerful voice came, "And we have slept. (Good novel)"

Zhan Beicheng didn’t lie, they really slept in the same bed!

‘Wow, bang bang!’ A loud noise came, and the tea set on the coffee table had been swept to the ground by the wind, and a howling hurricane came, “Cough cough! You are going to piss me off to death! Cough cough!”

"I hope my grandfather can help us." In a sincere tone, Zhan Beicheng sincerely hoped to get the consent of the old man in front of him.

The vicissitudes of the vicissitudes of the cold eyes released the prickly cold light, and Feng Qi felt a little angry now.

"Tell me! How did you trick Xing'er to the Civil Affairs Bureau?" Yin Xie's voice sounded very cold and silent, like the cold rain brushed through the leaves dyed with cold frost.

At this moment, a light knock on the door suddenly came. Feng Qi immediately raised his head and looked at the door with a keen gaze. He saw his precious granddaughter wearing a beige windbreaker, long hair draped over her shoulders, and a light face. Her deep pupils were stained with a faint longing.

"Grandpa..." The tone of a misty and silly wafted in, and his light steps slowly stepped in and stopped beside Zhan Beicheng. "I asked him to go to the Civil Affairs Bureau directly with me. I wanted to cheat him, but I also lied to him."

As he said that, an elegant water lotus bloomed on his pure white face, with a different kind of gentleness, like the spring breeze that gently swept through the new willow, soft and refreshing.

"Xing'er is back! If you don't discuss such a big deal with your grandfather, you don't have grandfather in your heart!" A little reproachful words came, but the sarcastic eyes had faded a lot.

Xingye moved his pace again and finally sat down next to the wind.

"I want to give you a surprise. Haven't you always hoped that I could find a good home? I really want to marry him. I know you will definitely support me, right?" The gentle voice accompanied by a hint of sincerity made Feng Qi unable to make up his mind to say no to her.

"Grandpa and grandma are very kind to me, just like you are to me, mom and dad are also very enthusiastic. Mom smiles very much like mother, dad is very warm, I like them, and he treats me very well, so grandpa, don't worry." The soft plain hand gently held the old hand with dead branches slapped on the coffee table and placed it on his knees. The original ring on the index finger had been taken off, leaving only the simple and simple platinum ring on the ring finger, which reflected a shallow luster in the dark space. Although it was not as dazzling as diamonds, it was still very pleasing to see.

Feng Qi had a calm face and stared at Zhan Beicheng with anger, but scolded Xingye, "You are confused by Zhan Dapao's bitter plan! Grandpa doesn't know how many times he has been fooled by that old man! He also said he is married! Don't even have a decent ring?"

Hearing this, a thin and soft look rippled in Xingye's clear eyes, brilliant and warm as the warm spring light. She slowly took off the ring on her ring finger and put it into the palm of her hand that was breeze.

"Grandpa, see if it's more attractive than those diamond rings."

Feng Qi looked calm and raised his palms, secretly observing the ring for a long time before glaring at Zhan Beicheng coldly, and a rebellious tone came, "He said you love him so much that you are? Is this really the case?"

As soon as these words fell, Xingye was a little stunned and didn't know how to answer. The star eyes flashed, as bright as the stars lingering in the sky, landing on the handsome and mighty face of Zhanbei City for a moment, just in time, facing the deep eagle eyes.

Without saying anything, the red glow was dyed on his bare face, like a beautiful sunset.

"What do grandpa think?" Although the clear tone did not contain any meaning and affirmation, Feng Qi had noticed the red glow on her face, and of course he had his own conclusion in his heart.

"What can grandpa say?" Feng Qi's sharp eyes suddenly retreated, replaced it with a hint of relief and pity, and handed the ring in his hand to Zhan Beicheng, "Take it with her."

Zhan Beicheng was stunned. He didn't expect that the old man Fengqi, who was just arrogant, would ease so quickly at this moment. He was somewhat surprised, but he reached out to pick up the ring.

"As long as Xing'er wants, I will try my best to satisfy her. Since she has chosen you, then my grandfather will have to bless you. Be kind to her. I can't give her, so you will give her." The old man's voice was hoarse, and with deep loneliness and reluctance, the old man stood up slowly and walked out of the study without looking back. His back was very desolate, which made Xingye feel a little uncomfortable.

The Youtong gradually dimmed, and suddenly felt like something was stuck in his heart. It hurt a little, and the throat was full of sourness and bitterness. It was a bitterness that even the thick juice of the piercing heart lotus was not as good as. When I looked at the empty door, my eyes became hot, but it was just the burning eyes.

Gradually, I felt the palm of my hand warm, and the ring was put into her ring finger again. The big hand was holding her hand tightly. The rough touch came, which was the thick cocoon in his palm, warm and real.

"Grandpa is not in good health, you shouldn't stimulate him like this." Xingye raised his head, looked at Zhan Beicheng, who was half bent, lowered his head and said lightly.

"Let's go, I'll take you to see the memory wall. It's my favorite place and my grandfather." As he said that, he slowly stood up and walked towards the door with a slightly heavy pace.

Zhan Beicheng just stood up straight, stood there silently watching the beautiful little shadow gradually walking towards the door, with complex light filled with dark eyes.

Feeling that Zhan Beicheng behind him did not follow, Xingye stopped quickly, turned around, his eyes were shallow, and he raised his eyes slightly, and saw those deep and elite eyes.

"What's wrong?" she asked indifferently.

After a few big strides, Comrade Zhan Beicheng looked at Xingye deeply, and a calm and emotional voice came, "I think I can accept your proposal and let you be my second party."

Hearing this, Xingye's clear eyes suddenly flashed with starlight. Although her indifferent little face had no wrinkles, it was much softer. She turned her head and her cool eyes fell generously on the tough side face of Zhan Beicheng. She said, "Is it considered the privilege you gave me?"

Zhan Beicheng raised his eyebrows and thought very seriously before he replied seriously, "Of course, it's a privilege!"

Xingye nodded quietly, "Okay, I remember."

He gently pulled his sleeves, and his cool tone was very pleasant, "Let's go and see the memory wall."

...

The memory wall is just a long walkway, and the walkway is full of photos. The walls on both sides of the walkway are blue, which belongs to the purest blue deep in the ocean. Even the floor is blue, bright and dust-free, and it is obvious that people come to clean every day.

Photo frames of all sizes cover the two walls, reflecting the blue luster, giving a bit of gloom.

"This photo was taken when I was ten years old. Is it ugly? Is it a malnourished child who had just come out of the orphanage at that time. He was quite afraid of having sex when he saw the flash of the camera, so he looked like this." Xingye noticed Zhan Beicheng, who was stunningly looking at an old photo, and explained patiently.

"It's quite ugly, like an ugly duckling, but now the ugly duckling has grown into a white swan." Zhan Beicheng replied in a deep voice.

"But the ugly duckling has to go through so many difficulties before it can become a white swan, right? After all, I lack the tenacity and optimism of it, otherwise I would not be like this." Xingye spoke quietly, moved his footsteps and walked forward.

Suddenly, Zhan Beicheng's sharp eyes stayed on a photo that was already yellowed and old. In the photo, there was a woman, a very beautiful woman, with a gentle and beautiful face, a gentle smile on her lips, bright and charming eyes, a white gauze skirt, and a remarkable figure. Her face was a bit similar to Xingye.

"This is my mother, it's very beautiful, right?" Xingye had turned around at some point and came to Zhanbei City. There was a crescent-like smile hanging on his face without makeup, which was clear and moving, as if the spring flowing through the mountains was filled with a clear and graceful light.

The crystal clear fingertips gently touched the gentle face on the photo, and the breeze-like voice sounded, "Mother has a very beautiful name, do you want to know?"

"Tell me," Zhan Beicheng calmed his eyes, lowered his head slightly, and stared at Xingye's clear little face.

"My mother's name is Feng Lianna, and it is the Lena of Princess Lena. At the beginning, my grandfather hoped that she could live happily and naively like a princess. At that time, there was no Feng Group. My grandfather was still a small vendor, my grandmother was a grandmother who set up a street stall to sell dumplings, and my mother was a small piano teacher. The family lived a happy life. At that time, my mother actually had people she liked. Unfortunately, she met my father, and everything changed..."

A very plain tone, without any ups and downs, but Xingye's clear eyes had already appeared in a state of silence. He didn't say anything further. He just raised his eyes, glanced at the photo indifferently, slowly withdrew his hand, and finally moved forward with his steps, but his steps were a little heavy.

"What kind of person is my father?" A low voice came.

Father? Xingye raised his head slightly, and his starry eyes suddenly became confused, as if he was pursuing a very distant memory. After a long time, she simply replied, "Like me, I like to wander around. Today may be in Tibet, but tomorrow may be in Africa. I am unruly by nature and advocate freedom."

Speaking of this, Xingye suddenly turned his head and looked at Zhanbei City lightly. He smiled indifferently, but there was a little loneliness, and a gentle sadness like feathers flashed through his eyes. "Actually, at the beginning, I was not Feng's surname. Later, a lot of things happened, so many things I couldn't remember. Later, I was called Feng Xingye."

As he fell, the man turned his head and walked forward again.

Zhan Beicheng's deep eyes were filled with doubts, but he still didn't ask questions after all.

After passing through the long walkway, I finally saw a light. What appeared in front of me was a garden full of colorful flowers. It should be the garden in the backyard. Zhanbeicheng suddenly felt like there was a bright and bright village.

The beautiful flower stand is full of small blue and purple flowers, sandwiched among the tender green and dense leaves, which is very fresh and pleasant. There is a mahogany rattan chair with thick cushions under the flower stand. Some colorful fallen leaves have fallen on the bright and white marble floor. They are quietly lying there, stepping on their feet, feeling very soft.

In front of the flower stand is a beautiful swing. The sides of the swing are covered with green vines, and a few small flowers are blooming quietly with a faint softness. The swing is slightly swinging, singing softly with the evening breeze. Seeing Xingye's eyes, it looks like a beautiful scene. Unfortunately, there is just a glorious sunset missing in the sky.

He slowly lay down on the rattan chair, and a burst of fragrance came. Xingye gently closed his eyes, and his slender fingers gently buckled on the armrest of the rattan chair.

Suddenly, she felt something seemed to be blocking her eyes. She opened her eyes and found the firm and handsome face in Zhanbeicheng that was close to her. The dark eyes were filled with a rich depth, and of course, there was a little gentleness.

The elegant face of Xingye seemed to have a trace of thin folds, just like the windless sea surface was suddenly cut open by the fishing boat's oars, and the silence was shining with light.

Zhan Beicheng bent down slightly, touched her head with his big hand gently, and his pursed lips softened. In Xingye's gaze, he lowered his head, and a warm kiss fell on Xingye's smooth forehead.

Xingye was surprised, and the plain hand on the handrail immediately grabbed the handrail tightly. A surprise and a little shy panic flashed in his beautiful eyes.

Unexpectedly, at this moment, a low laugh came, "You are nervous."

It is not a question, but a positive sentence.

When Xingye heard this, he felt a little hot on his face, but he shook his head and said, "No."

"Since you say no, that's right, you women usually have a wrong word." Zhan Beicheng smiled, and the corner of his mouth pulled a shallow curve.

"I can't tell you, I don't explain or hide it!" Xingye raised his face and looked at Zhanbei City generously.

"This method is good! Retreat as advance, it is worthy of praise." A low voice came, and Xingye felt that his head had been touched several times by the man.

Sometimes, I feel like this man is like his brother, always showing off his heart to educate her, but then again, this man is five years older than her.

Realizing that Xingye was staring at him, Zhan Beicheng raised his eyebrows in surprise and said, "What are you doing when you look at me like this?"

Xingye then quietly came to his senses, and suddenly a bright light flashed across his clear eyes, with a naughty and cunning like a little girl. She replied softly, "Because I think you are handsome."

Upon hearing this, Zhan Beicheng couldn't help but feel a little frowning. The curve of the corners of his mouth became larger. How could he be unhappy when his girl praised him for being handsome?

"Really?" Zhan Beicheng asked Xingye with a little joy.

Xingye nodded and replied with a chuckling, "Yeah, it's true."

"Then you see, please give me a few more glances." Zhan Beicheng smiled generously.

Xingye suddenly pursed his lips and smiled faintly. She said quietly, "You are so stupid! Didn't you just say that we women are just right and wrong? Why do you believe it now? Moreover, I didn't force you to believe it."

This girl! Seeing her teasing him so happy, forget it, I won’t bother with her anymore!

"Well, Xiao Fanzhuo is so happy. Comrade Zhan Beicheng has made an indelible contribution. He asked the party organization to give praise and count it in the file! It is for encouragement!" Zhan Beicheng spoke with a serious face and also saluted Xingye.

"No, I'll record it like this, the requirements are too low."

"Remember, when he makes a mistake in the future, he will spare his life for his contribution."

"You just expect you to make a mistake?"

"There is no mistake in life, but he corrects it when he knows the mistake. He is still a good comrade, please keep it a record."

"no……"

...

And just as the two of them were playing, there were two figures standing at the corner not far from the flower rack.

"Master, I haven't seen the lady laugh like this for a long time. Abo thought that if the lady marrys a son-in-law, she will definitely be happy." Zhong Wenbo's eyes were slightly warm, and he looked at the two people under the flower stand with relief, and spoke in a low voice.

Feng Qi's heart sank, his old eyes were already confused, and his heart was filled with mixed feelings. An old voice came, "Xing'er... I've always grown up and can't keep it anymore. I won't sit by the stairs as before, waiting for me to come back. Abo, I feel really sad, happy, and extremely sour."

Upon hearing this, Zhong Wenbo smiled very well and said, "Abo knows why the master feels like this. The master must think that it was his son-in-law who snatched the lady away, so you are unhappy, but you are also pleased that the lady can find her own happiness, right? Master?"

Feng Qi didn't say anything, but a relief flashed through his deep eyes.

"Actually, the lady is still yours. In her heart, the master will always be her most respected and loved grandfather. Abo also watched the lady grow up and had already regarded the lady as her daughter. Seeing that the lady has come to this point, Abo was also very happy. Although they were not properly dealing with the marriage, Abo felt that everyone would be happy."

As soon as he said this, Feng Qi's face began to become gloomy again, and a cold tone came, "I didn't tell me about such a big deal about marriage. These two children don't have my grandfather in their eyes! This must be taught by Zhan Dapao and his fox wife! Let's see how I deal with them and make a comeback! I'm really angry! Grandpa is a fox, grandson is also a fox, and the whole family is a fox! He threatened so righteously, threatening that he gave my Xing'er..."

In fact, the old man Fengqi is still the traditional old man who is the old eight-legged essay. Although he is walking at the forefront of the new society, he pursues conservative talent education for Xingye and still attaches great importance to fame and fortune, so he can only be forced to compromise!

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My dears are so smart, I guess it's almost impossible to tell. I went to the road last night, and hail fell on the way. I yelled, hail as big as a pigeon egg nailed to my head, and I was stunned...

Hehe, do you think Comrade Beicheng is very smart? Give it a joy to everyone.
Chapter completed!