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Song Xiang picked up the deed and solemnly pressed her fingerprints on it, making two copies. She picked up her own copy and put it in her arms.

In order to prevent Feng Yu from giving Feng Mian's birthday card to Shen Man, Song Xiang asked for Feng Mian's Geng card again.

The ancients kept their promise, and now that the deed had been signed, it was a done deal. Feng Yu angrily issued an eviction order to Song Xiang: "Our Feng family is too small to accommodate a giant Buddha like you. Since your wish has been fulfilled, Please leave quickly!"

Feng Yu's side husband Liu used his power to bully others, with a touch of teasing in his tone: "Could it be that marrying Feng Mian is a lie, but that you are greedy for my Feng family's money, so you want to hang on?"

"Eh? What my husband said is true! It has already reached Song Xiang's heart!"

"You!" Ms. Liu was furious.

Song Xiangxian had a look on Mr. Liu's face, and a trace of disgust flashed in his eyes. Thinking of Feng Yunying's plea, he subconsciously asked Feng Yuti: "Feng Mian is mine now, and I will marry him home sooner or later. Since his His reputation has been ruined, it doesn’t matter who he lives in, why don’t you help him pack his things and stay at my house first to save me from running back and forth!"

"I heard that my mother-in-law is generous. I guess every time I come to the Feng family, I can just carry some things back to the Song family!"

Feng Yu's blood was already boiling with anger, and he said without hesitation: "You are a bastard!"

Feng Yunshang lowered her head, with a smile on her lips, and looked up again with a serious look: "Mother, I think Song Xiang's considerations are reasonable, why don't you let the servants pack Mian'er's things and live in the Song family?" Go?"

Feng Yunying fanned the flames on one side and echoed Feng Yunshang: "That's right, this Song Xiang is the reincarnation of a poor ghost at first glance. Mother, please don't take advantage of her and let her evacuate our Feng family!"

Seeing his two daughters eager to hand over their sons to outsiders, Feng Yu overturned all the tea sets on the table and said, "Humph! I really gave birth to two good daughters, and they teamed up to deceive me. Jun!"

Although she had not been involved in family affairs for a long time, her heart was as clear as a mirror. At this point, if she still didn't understand what happened, then her forty years would have been wasted.

How could she not be angry that she had been in business all her life, but it was in the hands of her two daughters?

Fortunately, she still has a lot of maids, not to mention a lot of sons, but there are still a few. At worst, she just chooses another son to give to Shen Man!

Aren't sons just for marriage? It's a pity that Feng Mian has such a stunning appearance...

Thinking of this, she yelled angrily: "Get out of here, don't hang around in front of my eyes!"

Feng Yunying walked up to Feng Mian, pulled Feng Mian up and left...

Feng Yunshang bowed goodbye to Feng Yu who was standing above him, turned around and winked at Song Xiang. Seeing this, Song Xiang slowed down and followed behind Feng Yunshang...

The group of people walked towards Feng Mian's Fengqiyuan!

When they walked to Feng Mian's courtyard, Feng Yunshang deliberately coughed a few times and said to Feng Yunying: "Yunying, let Mian'er accompany Song Xiang. You can find some girls to move Mian'er's things to Song's house. !”

Yunying responded, pulled Feng Mian over, pushed him into Song Xiang's arms, casually took out a stack of banknotes and stuffed them into Song Xiang, with a warning tone: "Be nice to my brother!"

A whiff of elegant sandalwood hit his nostrils, and Song Xiang couldn't help but feel shocked. He held the hot potato in his arms for a long time before he came back to his senses. Even Feng Yunying forgot to reply, and waited until Feng Mian stood firm before feeling embarrassed. withdrew his hand.

For the sake of the banknote, Song Xiang suppressed his thoughts of settling the accounts with Qiu Hou, put his fist to his lips, coughed lightly, and said to Feng Mian seriously: "Sorry, I didn't mean to do it!"

Feng Mian didn't even raise his eyes, didn't even want to talk to Song Xiang, and walked straight to the pavilion in the distance.

Song Xiang followed him step by step, and saw Feng Mian sitting on a stone bench, dressed in green clothes, with dark hair tied up with a jade hairpin. His temperament was out of the ordinary, like a flower on the high mountain, and like a Buddha in concentration, which made people feel high. Unattainable, you know that there is a huge difference between the two of them. You and he are nothing more than...

So he didn't want to get entangled, so he took out the deed and Geng Tie from his arms and handed them over, saying: "Everything in the past has become a thing of the past. Now you are the new born Feng Mian, and you should make the decision on your marriage. I Although I rescued you from the quagmire, I will not trap you in the back house..."

"I am returning the deed and Geng Tie to you today in the hope that you will put aside your prejudice against me and live in harmony with me. When you find the girl you like, I will not stop you from letting her go or returning home...!"

The breeze came slowly, blowing the hair on Feng Mian's temples, and it just fell on Yin Hong's lips. He took the two pages of paper in his hand tremblingly, his eyes filled with mist: "You..."

Feng Mian raised his eyebrows in disbelief: "Why are you doing this?"

"In order to atone..."

Feng Mian still didn't believe it. He had always looked frivolous and arrogant on the roadside before, but now his face had changed. Who was the real Song Xiang? Should he believe her?

Song Xiang looked at Feng Mian with a complicated expression. He heard that he had been studying Buddhism all year round and was good at talking about Buddhism. He was not very interested in getting married and having children...

I really thought to myself: Fortunately, the original owner did not have any real relationship with him. Otherwise, marrying such a beautiful man and bringing him home would be no different from enshrining a Buddha statue.

Song Xiang put his hands behind his back and said with clear eyes: "Master Feng Mian, your two sisters must have packed everything. Why don't we go home early?"

After that, without waiting for Feng Mian to get up, he walked towards Feng Qiyuan in a dashing way. Seeing this, Feng Mian followed him.

Song Xiang didn't want to listen to the gossip between their siblings. After talking to Feng Yunshang, he left the courtyard alone and waited in the carriage at the front door...

Feng Mian came late and looked like he had just cried. Song Xiang did not get out of the car to greet him because of the outsiders watching.

Through the gap in the car window, I could only hear Feng Yunshang's voice instructing the boy: "Dengzhu, take good care of your young master!"

The young man responded respectfully: "Don't worry, young lady, Dengzhu will take good care of the young master!"

Feng Mian opened the car curtain, his eyes met Song Xiang's, but he looked away uncomfortably. He sat on one side, unwilling to talk to Song Xiang.

The carriage walked slowly, passing the shops along the street. Song Xiang raised a corner of the curtains and happened to see a bookstore. Thinking that Feng Mian loved Buddhism, he stopped the carriage.

"Xu..."

The horse's hooves came to a stop, a light whiff of white air came out of its breath, and a high-pitched neighing sound was emitted from the spot.

Song Xiang apologized to Feng Mian and said calmly: "You wait in the car for a while, I'll be right back!"

After lifting the curtain, Song Xiang jumped off the carriage and walked towards the bookstore...

The bookstore was particularly quiet today. There weren't many people inside. Song Xiang walked around but couldn't find the book he wanted, so he went to the second floor. As soon as he reached the first row of bookshelves, he saw the man in white who rescued him that day. Young Master.

Song Xiang couldn't help but sigh at the wonder of fate, but the young master in white didn't seem to be very interested in her. He still looked cold and indifferent. Song Xiang asked in a low voice: "Young master is also here to buy books?"

Rong Qiuli was a few steps away from Song Xiang, and said in a distant tone: "Well, I have bought it, and I have to go first. Girl, please continue reading!"

Song Xiang was stunned for a moment, feeling the coldness of the young man in white towards him, and frowned. After thinking about his behavior that day, he felt that he had not done anything inappropriate to this young man, so he felt relieved. Putting the matter behind him, he concentrated on choosing a few scriptures for Feng Mian, and went downstairs with half-hearted interest.