With a hook from the gang pet boss, Master Fu fell

In the current village, there are direct concrete roads.

The car came very fast.

Song Yu and the others heard the people in the yard calling for the convoy to come. They went out from the house, and by the time they reached the gate, the convoy of wedding cars had already stopped one after another.

What is jaw-dropping is that the water is full of Maybachs.

The first car is the only Maybach Exelero in the world.

Behind, followed by the world's limited edition of [-] Maybach Landaulet.

Behind it is the Maybach G99, which is limited to 650 units worldwide.

Don't tell anyone else.

Song Xingji looked at the luxury convoy in front of him, and was stunned. He looked straight at Song Yu: "Is the person you are looking for stabbing the old nest of Maybach?"

Lying down!

All Maybach!

They are all limited edition luxury cars!

There are older people who don't understand cars, but looking at this car, it is very majestic, so ask the young man.

A young man who likes cars told the popular science: "The first car, according to the current valuation, is conservatively 20 million, the latter is 600 taels, 1000 million, and the latter ones are more than [-] two million."

The key is.

Can this be measured in money?

Absolutely not!

This is a global limited edition.

A person who can organize such a luxurious caravan at once has too much energy and is too awesome!

The bridesmaids and best men are in complicated moods at the moment, worse than eating flies, wishing they could find a crack in the ground and sneak in.

Rubbish?

low end?

Not worthy?

These cars are slapping them in the face nakedly, and they are all swollen.

They are not fools, and they all know that such a convoy has nothing to do with how much it is worth, but a huge network of contacts, sky-high means and terrifying forces.

"Fuck, Wen Liang, what is the background of sister-in-law's best friend?" A best man next to him trembled in shock.

"I don't know." Wen Liang was agitated in his heart, wondering whether he had said something he shouldn't have said in front of his best friend.

Just looking at the posture of these luxury cars in front of her, she wants to kill herself, she must say a word!

Li Xia and the other bridesmaids were more or less frightened after hearing people's science popularization, but they were still unconvinced, and they could always find points that blackened her.

Luo Zhizhi was going crazy with jealousy, sneered on his face, and tried to show a little indifference: "It's amazing to have power and power, but it's not an ugly monster, a bitch!"

Xie Xi's sourness turned into lemon essence, and he also despised it: "That's right, finding a boyfriend is still a disability!"

Said, but also looked to the opposite direction.

opposite.

Song Yu saw the old man coming out of the car, his eyes flashed with surprise, but the corners of his lips curled into a smile, and he greeted him.

The old man looked at Song Yu pretending to be angry: "Girl, tell the truth, are you bothering me, an old man? We're all home, and we don't know how to visit me!"

Song Yu looked innocent and wronged: "Mr. Qian, I just came back last night. I attended the wedding today. I was planning to finish harvesting the crops. I took my new rice and went to give you a gift."

"You, just coax me!" Elder Qian was coaxed into laughing out loud.

Song Ze also ran over: "Grandpa Qian, what my mommy said is true, we even brought you good wine from the capital!"

"Okay, okay." Qian Lao said several good times, bent down and hugged Song Ze, weighed it twice, and said with emotion: "Oh, it's heavy, it's heavy, I can't hold it anymore."

Song Ze giggled, and said crisply: "You can hug him, Grandpa Qian is younger."

Qian Lao was amused by him.

The groom Zeng Yihuai who was standing beside him had always been calm, but now he couldn't hide the shock in his eyes anymore, his breathing stopped at this moment.

Qian Lao, Qian Zhongning, the old chief of the Jiangnan First, Second and Third Military Regions.

Retired ten years ago and lived here in Xiaojunshan.

Although he has retired, the students and subordinates he promoted have all become big shots, and their energy and influence are still strong.

Dad was hindered by the expansion of the Fu family's business here. He had asked several times to see him, but he didn't see anyone.

Yin Qiu noticed his abnormality, and asked in a low voice, "Ah Huai, do you know this old man?"

Zeng Yihuai leaned closer to her ear and said, "Qian Zhongning Qian Lao, I've seen the photos, but I haven't seen the real person."

He doesn't feel like an iron-blooded soldier, he is very amiable. Compared with ordinary old people, he is only tougher, walks vigorously, and has bright and wise eyes.

Yin Qiu nodded and looked at the old man again.

After Song Yu greeted Mr. Qian, he introduced someone to him. When he introduced Fu Hanyu, he leaned into his ear: "My boyfriend, Fu Hanyu."

"Hello Qian." Fu Hanyu nodded slightly, his deep eyes showed a respect that was rarely seen in ordinary times.

Qian has seen him a long time ago. As someone who has been here, he can probably guess his identity just by looking at his eyes on Song Yu. Originally, he was a little dissatisfied because of his legs. When he heard his name, he asked : "From the Fu family?"

Fu Hanyu nodded and smiled: "Yes."

The little dissatisfaction in Mr. Qian's heart disappeared a little.

The third child of the Fu family is pretty good overall.

But his legs...

I don't know if Yu'er can cure him, and he will be perfect if he is cured.

They talk like they're playing gimmicks.

Even Song Xingji didn't understand and didn't think much about it.

But Zeng Yihuai, who has always been good at thinking, guessed a little bit. Qiuqiu's best friend is very powerful, and her boyfriend's identity must not be simple.

On Song Yu's side, he brought Mr. Qian to them, and introduced him, "Mr. Qian, this is my friend Yin Qiu. Today's bride is the groom, Zeng Yihuai."

Zeng Yihuai and Yin Qiu respectfully called Mr. Qian.

Mr. Qian took out a red envelope, and the young couple gave one to each other, saying auspicious words: "Happy newlyweds, happy marriage for a hundred years."

Zeng Yihuai and Yin Qiu said in unison: "Thank you, Mr. Qian."

Now, it's ten o'clock.

It's time for the wedding car team to go to the hotel. If it's later, I'm afraid it will delay the wedding time.

Yin Qiu and Song Yu got into the wedding car.

Song Yu said: "Old Qian, you can finish the banquet later, just go back with my third brother."

Qian Lao nodded: "Understood."

This is not the first time he has come to Xinghua Village.

Three years ago, when he came here to pay homage to his old comrades in the mountains, he fell ill and was rescued by Song Yu who went up the mountain to collect medicine.

After that, every year, for ten days and a half a month, she would come to live with her.

Many people in Xinghua Village knew him, but no one knew his true identity.

Uncle Zhu greeted at the door: "Hurry up, old man, I've found a seat for you, hurry up and sit, the wedding car will leave later, we should start the banquet."

Qian Lao responded with a smile, waved to Song Yu, and entered the gate with vigorous steps.

Song Xingji waited for the wedding car to leave, and when he asked Song Ze and Fu Xun to have dinner at the table, he found sadly that they were all gone.

As for calling Fu Hanyu to eat.

He didn't take him personally at all.

"Brother Yu'er, the dishes are served, what are you doing?" Uncle Zhu called him.

At this moment, all the people who should go are gone, those who should eat are sitting at the table in the yard, and those who are busy are also carrying dishes and delivering bowls.

The door was clean and there was no one there.

He was alone, standing alone, looking a little pitiful.

Song Xingji was abandoned again, wanting to cry but without tears, he cursed aggrievedly: "Fuck! Fu Hanyu is a bastard!"