Matriarch is Pretty and Cool

Zhou Ying's expression grew colder, nodded and said goodbye to them and left.

Duan is not like a man who faints for women. Could it be true that, like the little girl said, there is a problem with the land in the east of Haicheng? What's really dead? Lost money after shooting?

Or is this Duan Zong's tactic?

For a while, Zhou Ying couldn't make up her mind.

At the entrance of the Juxian Pavilion, Bai Chuwei poked Duan Feihan's arm and sneered: "Hanhan, you can really lie, and what am I talking about?"

Let you be a kid, you just don't do it.

Duan Feihan rubbed the blue silk on his left wrist. Knowing that Bai Chuwei was about to talk about the younger brother, he changed the subject and asked: "Next Sunday is the wedding of my third brother and Tong Yunrou. There are invitations to the Bai family. Are you coming?"

Bai Chuwei shook her head: "If you don't go, I will give a gift at best."

If she goes to the ceremony, Tong Yunrou will be scared to death, right?

Tong Yunrou might not be afraid of anyone, just because Bai Chu would come out and ruin things.

However, she is currently engaged in Meng Po soup, not sure if it can be developed before the wedding.

If it goes well, then Meng Po Tang is the wedding gift for Duan Xiuqi.

Duan Feihan looked at Bai Chuwei's unblemished and flawless face, and felt that she had better not go to the wedding.

"Do you have other arrangements that day?"

Duan Feihan suddenly thought that Bai Chuwei was going to find Cao Jinhai just now. It seemed that he had told Cao Jinhai before that he was asked to learn the recipe in twenty days and make a table of dishes...

Bai Chuwei nodded naturally: "Yes, that day is the anniversary of death, and I worship every year."

Every year, this habit continues for more than five thousand years.

Bai Chuwei snapped his fingers in the night sky, "By the way, I brewed the peach blossom drunk, is Hanhan interested in trying it?"

Peach Blossom...

Duan Feihan immediately remembered the poor peach tree in his Nancheng Manor that had been bald by a "little thief".

Bald his peach tree and make wine for other men...

Duan Feihan said indifferently: "I'm not interested."

Bai Chuwei was a little frustrated when she heard this, and looked at Duan Feihan's back and said: "Actually, the peach blossoms taste very good. The peach trees in your manor are also well raised, and the taste of the petals is more delicious.

Duan Feihan's blue veins suddenly jumped on his forehead, and dropped four words: "Send you home."

*

Just as the whole Haicheng eat melon people participated in the gambling game, betting on whether the wedding of Duan Xiuqi and Tong Yunrou could be completed, it was finally Sunday.

Baiyinyintian went to accompany the bride before dawn, and Bai Guofu also changed into a decent suit, ready to attend the wedding.

Bai Hongguang on the side looked at Bai Chuwei, his eyes eagerly: "Chuwei, don't you go? Actually, you are my Bai family, and no one dares to make irresponsible remarks with my grandpa to the wedding. Or you go."

Bai Chuwei looked at Bai Hongguang for a long time, "You seem to want me to go, no one at home?"

Bai Hongguang's face suddenly became embarrassed, and he sternly said: "How do you say this kid? I don't want you to go to the upper class to meet the world more?"

Bai Chuwei smiled slightly and said, "Don't worry, I'm going out later, and I won't be going home anymore today."

Today is the wedding of Duan Xiuqi and Tong Yunrou, and it also happens to be that person's 5,420 years of death.

Bai Chuwei looked at the cloudy sky outside and went upstairs silently.

As soon as I entered, the snowball pounced: ‘Old ancestor, the Mengpo soup you cooked on the boiler seems to be ready. Is it going to be sent to Duan Xiuqi? ’