Matriarch is Pretty and Cool

The man was dressed in a slim black suit, his back was as straight as loose, his face was handsome, his features were straight, and he was staring at her at the door.

Duan Feihan's voice was very low and low, almost only he could hear it.

But Bai Chuwei's hearing is very good, how could she not hear the poems he asked?

Bai Chuwei thinks Duan Feihan is asking nonsense, of course she likes to eat tender grass.

No, the ancestors had no choice at all, all the people on the entire earth now are tender grass to her...

The ancestors who had no choice expressed their disappointment.

Liu Jingyuan smiled, and said to Duan Fei: "President Duan, please come inside."

Everyone who took another mouthful of melons saw the sudden appearance of Duan Feihan, and felt that they were almost unable to mention it.

Nima, why are there so many melons today?

Mr. Duan is here...

I heard that Duan Zong didn't have much contact with the eight great families.

Everyone looked at the Liu family in awe. They didn't expect that the Liu family, the new nobleman of the imperial capital, would have such a large array of faces, so that Haicheng's Duan would also come to the banquet!

It's awesome.

Duan Xingye, who followed, nearly rolled his eyes. His fourth uncle didn't come here for the Liu family's sake...

Duan Feihan came over, with a low and deep voice like running water in the mountains in the morning: "Why don't you answer me?"

Bai Chuwei cleared her throat: "Although the tender grass is good, it will still turn into old grass."

Of course she likes tender grass, but she likes tender grass that lives forever like her, so that it won't die and become a nutrient for the entire earth.

Duan Feihan's eyes flashed slightly, and the corner of his mouth lightly pulled: "Well, then I will work hard."

Bai Chuwei: "..." Is this so hard to keep growing? !

Bai Chuwei heard the gasp of a group of ladies around and glanced at the girls, their eyes were red.

"So handsome", "General Duan seems to be smiling", "Ahhhhhhhhhhhh, this man I can't get!"

It sounds like there is indeed a market for this tender grass in Hanhan.

Liu Jingyuan checked the time. It was already half an hour after he had agreed to postpone it. He took the microphone and coughed a few times and officially announced the start of the banquet.

Liu Jingyuan held the microphone and talked about his opening remarks passionately, and the lights on the scene became faint.

Duan Feihan noticed that Bai Chuwei didn't seem to want to take care of him very much today. He frowned slightly, unexpectedly offending her in some way.

In the most recent contact, she sent the wrong selfie, and he was worried about her, because he saw blood on the sea.

There really seemed to be no place to make her angry.

A woman’s mind is hard to guess, no matter how old a woman is.

As Liu Jingyuan spoke, He Nana was no longer here anymore, and Rong He kicked Qi Mo's foot.

Qi Mo glanced: "Master Rong, what are you doing?"

Rong He asked in a low voice, "How likely is it that I will invite my ancestors to dance after a while?"

Qi Mo didn't want to answer this question.

Rong He hooked his lips and said to himself: "My ancestor doesn't seem to have a male companion, I can."

Qi Mo: "...you shouldn't do it."

Why do you think that President Duan came here? Are you really here to give Liu's face?

The President Duan is proud of his talent and led the entire Duan family to develop wildly, but he may not necessarily be regarded as the eight great families who love to live in Buddhism.

Liu Jingyuan finished his opening remarks in a spit, and made the atmosphere of the scene the hottest, and then announced: "The dance floor can be opened."