MTL - You Can’t Be Fierce Towards Me!-Chapter 17

Take off the loose robe and throw it to Zhou Chuanqing, revealing a black bodysuit inside. Chu Xiangtian will bring the horse that Daifu rides over, neatly turn over the horse, and turn back and say a reassurance, and chase after the horse. Go up.

The horseshoe raised the dust and looked at the back of the horse. Suddenly, Chu Xiangtian was not a bad person.

"Let's find a place to sit?" Zhou Chuanqing held Chu Xiangtian's robes and said to Wen: "When the family will not lose, we will wait."

Wen Wei nodded, and thought that Chu Xiangtian said that Zhou Chuanqing came to seek marriage, hesitated and asked: "Don't you go to spend the temple?"

Zhou Chuanqing jumped in the eyelids and said with a light cough: "I have already worshipped."

Wen Yan did not make a fuss, he nodded and went back to the carriage with Zhou Chuanqing.

Tea was prepared on the carriage, and Weng put the food box with the flower cake out, and poured tea for him. The two ate the cake and other news.

Zhou Chuanqing was also welcome. He picked up a piece of flower cake, and the flower cake made the shape of a peach flower. The white color was pale pink, biting a bite, and the mouth was filled with peach blossom aroma.

It is unexpectedly delicious.

A piece of flower cake is under the belly, Zhou Chuanqing picks up another piece and praises: "The person who makes the flower cake must have a heart-shaped heart." The shape, color, taste and fragrance are top grades, better than any kind of flower cake he has ever eaten. .

"It’s what my sister did." My sister was praised, and she immediately became proud of her. "The flower cake she made is always better than others."

It seems that I found a resonance. I heard a small jug from the darkness of the little ones. The hip flask sealed the mouth, and I carefully opened the seal. The carriage was filled with a touch of peach blossom and wine.

Take out two small wine cellars and fill them up. I will push a cup to Zhou Chuanqing. "Peach blossom wine is also brewed by my sister. You can taste it."

Picking up the small wine cellar, Zhou Chuanqing first smelled the nose and smelled it. The peach blossom aroma blended with the wine, and with a hint of sweet fragrance, the wine cellar was put to the lips, and a light sip, the wine went into the throat, and the fragrance was diffused. People can't help but take another sip.

After a small drink, Zhou Chuanqing really praised it. "Miss Wen is really good at craftsmanship." He remembered that Weng was robbed up the mountain last time. It seems that it was the day when Miss Wen married, and she asked, "The last time." Is the stupid thing of Chang Xigan not affecting the marriage of the sister?"

"I have already retired from Jiaojia." Weng’s face did not seem to be embarrassing. He said calmly: "The focus on charity is not good, and it is not worthy of my sister."

Zhou Chuanqing, the deed of Jiao Changxian, also heard an ear. He heard that he was a singer in the slinky building. He agreed to nod. "This kind of person is really worthy of Miss Wen."

Zhou Chuanqing did not show a slight disdain or disapproval of her sister’s remarriage. Wen’s impression on him was a lot better. Before that, some of the atmosphere of the student’s life was harmonious. The two men spent the wine on the flower cake and spent on the carriage. time.

At about noon, the outside suddenly became alive, and several big carriages stopped at the side of the road. The short-selling man took the shorts and cushions from the carriage and went to the peach forest.

Wen Wei curiously sneaked out and went to see it. He saw the most luxurious carriage in the middle. He successively went down to dress up the rich and rich sons. After reading it, they all had familiar faces. The rich people in Sifang Town had so many, each other. They are all acquainted.

The opposite person also saw Weng, and the head of the son saw the blink of an eye and lit up. He walked over and smiled and said: "We only went to Wenfu to find you. I didn't expect you to take a step first."

"What are you doing?" From the car. Wen Yan pointed to the busy people.

"When you enjoy the flower banquet, have you forgotten?" The son of Li Gongnian, who is talking to Wen Yan, is Li Xiaonian, a young son of Li's family. He is one year younger than Wen Yu. Because he is an old man, his family has always been pampered, and the days have been indulgent. I heard that I didn't really like to play with him before. It is Li Qingnian who always asks for him to play, and he loves to call him.

I used to be influenced by Wen Boli. I feel that this group of young children are not doing business all day long. They know that they are eating and drinking together. In fact, there are some secrets in the dark. Li Qingnian came to him three times. He can see his face. It’s all good all the time.

Unexpectedly, he later fell into a difficult situation. Those who thought they had done a good job were not willing to offend Boli, and they turned a deaf ear to their mother and son's rushing, but Li Qingnian, who had never been able to take care of it, helped them.

Li Jia is only a small richer than Wen Jia. Li Jia is a wine business. Li parents are very fond of a few children. The three sons are all fun, but they will know after contact. Their nature is not bad, and they are only a childish slap in the face of coquetry.

However, it may be that the good guys didn't report well. Weng faintly remembered that after the disaster that year, Li’s family had fallen. Li’s house was hung up in the teeth. I heard that Mrs. Li also passed away. Wen’s family never saw Li Qingnian again. .

"I didn't forget, just came with my sister in the morning." Weng remembered before the concierge sent a post, but at that time the family atmosphere was low, he did not care too much, did not expect that Li Qingnian sent .

After knowing it for so long, Wen Hao was the first to say good things about him. Li Qingnian was happy, and his face was full of smiles. "I let people go to the place first, and there are still a few people who have not come."

Wen Hao nodded and looked at Zhou Chuanqing around him. "I have a friend here, can I?"

Li Qingnian naturally promised, "Your friend is my friend."

So Zhou Chuanqing was surrounded by a group of teenagers who were no more than 18 years old, and went to see flowers with them.

Li Qingnian’s words are really many, and perhaps Wen’s sudden improvement in attitude has made him flattered. He has been talking to Wen’s side and hasn’t stopped talking. He’s not impatient, he has been listening to it, and occasionally he’s so good. Should be the last sentence.

"How do I feel that you are not the same as before..." Li Qingnian suddenly said.

I sighed and squinted my eyes. "What's different?"

Li Qingnian smiled dumbly. "I don't know, I feel that you are especially good at speaking today. I didn't like to take care of me before."

Wen Wei did not expect that he also felt that he was perfunctory. He looked at his simple smile and felt awkward. "Sorry, I used to..."

"What's the matter..." Li Qingnian waved his hand. "You look good, I like to play with you."

Wen Wei: "..."

He scratched his face and didn't know how to stop.

The group of people wandered outside for a moment, and some people came back to say that the venue had been laid out, and everyone went to Taohualin.

The place where the flower banquet was held was in a quiet open space in the depths of the Taohua Forest. The short space and the cushions were already placed on the open space. The surrounding peach blossom branches were hung on the peach blossom branches. The breeze blew and floated gently. A little bit of the literati's party.

However, Wen’s attention is no longer on this, and his ears are filled with noisy peach trees.

Maybe it’s a stranger, the peach trees are very excited, they are talking about what these people are going to do later, and some complain that the flowers are entangled and uncomfortable...

Wen Yan was overwhelmed by them, and there was a feeling of being in a noisy market.

I looked at the left and right, and I noticed that no one paid attention to myself. I found a relatively large peach tree in front of me. I didn’t hold any hope. "Can you let them be quiet?"

The old peach tree branches shook, not as timid as the plants that I met before, and slowly said in old voice: "I seem to have seen you."

Wen Wei: "???"

"But it's been a long time, I can't remember." The old peach tree talked slowly, and the thinking jumped quickly. In a blink of an eye, he asked another topic. "What did you just say?"

Wen Wei can only repeat it again. "They are too noisy, can they make a small noise?"

"Oh..." The old peach tree sounds like a smile. "This is easy."

Wen Wei still wondered how it would calm down the sly peach trees. He heard an old voice screaming in his ear. "Don't be noisy!" The voice was thick and powerful, and the ears screamed.

After the old peach tree was finished, the sound of the sound continued to pass away, and the peach trees immediately quieted down. Then he used the kind of slow tune just to talk to Wen Yan. "Can you?"

Weng nodded his face and slammed the ear of the earings. He said thank you to the old peach tree, and then walked back like a **** swim.

Li Qingnian and Zhou Chuanqing were found. They all sat down in the room. When they saw Wen, they called him to sit down. Li Qingnian left him in the middle position in advance.

In addition to the previous one, Wen Wei discovered that there were more unfamiliar faces. His eyes swept slowly from his seat, his eyes suddenly condensed, and he saw an old acquaintance.

Smell, then, Ming!