He Rijun coming again

Chapter 48 Have You Ever Married?

Luo Zhiwen laughed again: "Brother Feng, I downloaded your emoticon package for you."

The old-fashioned Feng Qingzhu decided not to defend himself anymore, reached out to pull him into his arms, and continued telling the story.

"I posted a greeting card, but you don't want to see me... I think you may not like me."

"I'm not interested in you?" Luo Zhiwen scratched the tip of his nose, "It shouldn't be."

He stepped back a little, carefully looked at Feng Qingzhu's face, and then touched the man's arm: "Impossible, I must be embarrassed that I don't want to see you."

Feng Qingzhu raised the corners of his lips: "You told me the same thing later on. But before that, I thought you didn't like me, so I didn't make any further invitations."

"Then how did we get together?"

"A few days later, I went to... Liyuan, and bumped into you."

"Are you an actor?" Luo Zhiwen suddenly raised his head, "Brother Feng..."

Before he could say more guesses, Feng Qingzhu lowered his head and bit his lip.

With lips and teeth touching each other, Luo Zhiwen fought hard, but in the end he lost to Feng Qingzhu and was defeated.

He recognized the reality, behaved well, leaned on Feng Qingzhu's shoulder and listened to the story honestly.

Feng Qingzhu went to Liyuan to catch the useless third brother in the family.

Their parents died early, Feng Qingzhu was the oldest, he was both a father and a mother, he had been worrying about him for most of his life, the youngest brother was still a failure.

Feng Qingzhu rushed to Liyuan, but his younger brother couldn't find him, so he ran into Awen first.

After listening to the play, Ah Wen found that the rickshaw rented by the family was gone before leaving, and it was raining again, so he had to wait in the pear garden for the rain to stop.

The moment Feng Qingzhu lifted the curtain, he bumped into him.

The rain was rustling, and Ah Wen, who was wearing a green shirt, still had a look of shock on his face: "You are..."

Feng Qingzhu pursed his lips and smiled: "We meet again."

Then he avoided talking about what happened in the alley and asked him why he was still here.

"It's raining, and the rickshaw I rented is gone." Awen lowered his head slightly, keeping a close distance from Feng Qingzhu, "What about you?"

"I just want to go back." Feng Qingzhu looked at the sky and suggested, "I'll take you back."

This is the second time Feng Qingzhu sent Ah Wen home.

They sat in the back seat of the car, one on the left and one on the right, very reserved.

Feng Qingzhu tilted his head and looked out the window, his eyes were still full of A Wen's hand that he saw just now—ten fingers green onion, fingertips with a little powder—it was the hand of a scholar.

The Luo family did send Ah Wen to study, and once he read it, he has been studying since he was a child.

"That," Feng Qingzhu didn't expect that it would be Ah Wen who spoke first, "Before I rejected Mr.'s invitation, it was not because I didn't want to see Mr., but because I felt that I should go to Fengfu to pay my respects to Mister."

"...If it wasn't for Mr., I would definitely..."

Feng Qingzhu lowered his eyes and saw his clenched fingers, his heart softened, and he interrupted him: "No need, if anyone else encounters such a thing, he won't be able to stand it."

"No." Awen smiled sadly, "Mr. may not know that you were not the only one who bumped into me being bullied by him, but the only one who really stood up was Mr. "

Feng Qingzhu frowned.

The Chen family has a great career, and no one in Jinling city would dare to mess with them except the Feng family, but even if Feng Qingzhu didn't have the surname Feng, he would definitely not let Ah Wen be bullied.

"On the contrary, sir, this time with Chen Beidou, you have to be careful in the future." Arwen said worriedly, "If it weren't for me, sir would not... oh."

"You don't have to worry about me."

"That's right, Mr. Feng's surname is."

"You don't ask my name?"

"Look at Mr. Feng's face...he must be the uncle of the Feng family?" Arwen thought for a long time, holding his chin, "I heard that the second master of the Feng family went to study in Germany, and the third master is still young, so you just It could be the uncle."

Feng Qingzhu's eyes fell on his fingertips again, and he nodded with a smile: "I am Feng Qingzhu."

"A hundred hectares of bamboo under Jingting Mountain?"

"Yes." Feng Qingzhu glanced at Luo Zhiwen unexpectedly, "It's these two words."

"Mister's name sounds nice."

"Then you don't need to call me Mr. I see that you are about the same age as my third brother, so you might as well call me brother."

Luo Zhiwen hesitated and shook his head: "I'm afraid it's not right."

"It's nothing wrong, it's just a title." Feng Qingzhu went to look at the scenery outside the car window again.

Luo Zhiwen was silent for a moment, then called softly: "Brother Feng."

Feng Qingzhu sent Luo Zhiwen home, and seeing his parents were there, he didn't stay long, but the next day he heard from his family that the young master of the Luo family had come to the door.

Ah Wen really came to seal the mansion.

Feng Qingzhu hurriedly asked someone to bring him in. Ah Wen was still wearing a green shirt, carrying a bag of pastries in his hand, and the oil paper umbrella he had just put down was dripping with rain.

"Brother Feng." Ah Wen bowed to him, "This is a dessert I made myself, please try it."

If the thank you gift brought by Ah Wen was yellow and white, Feng Qingzhu would definitely not accept it, but since he made the dim sum himself, Feng Qingzhu would have no reason not to try it.

Ah Wen was dexterous and seldom talked. When Feng Qingzhu tasted the dim sum, he sat down in a respectful manner with a stack of newspapers in his hand.

Feng Qingzhu recognized that it was a tabloid in Jinling City that often published romantic stories, and couldn't help laughing: "You read this?"

Awen blushed slightly, nodded and said yes.

He didn't want Feng Qingzhu to see this newspaper.

Because he also published several serials in the newspaper, this one has his story written.

On the way to Fengfu, Ah Wen bought a copy, and when he saw Feng Qingzhu, he realized that this person probably doesn't like love stories.

After all, Feng Qingzhu touched the gun.

Luo Zhiwen sighed in his heart, he heard that the uncle of the Feng family was also a student, but on weekdays, most of the bookishness on his body was reduced by the chilling hostility, only when he laughed, he would change back to the appearance of a scholar.

His ears turned red, and he couldn't help looking at Feng Qingzhu secretly, but unexpectedly, Feng Qingzhu was also looking at him.

As soon as the two eyes met, Ah Wen panicked: "Feng, Brother Feng."

"Dim sum is delicious." Feng Qingzhu put down his chopsticks, as if he didn't notice his embarrassment, "Awen, can I call you that?"

"Ah."

"Awen, although it's a bit abrupt, I want to ask... have you ever been married?"