Overlord, Love Me Tender Chapter 4843: This is your future husband (7)

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I'm afraid that half of the people here are "love at first sight" for her, right?

Shen Chiqian choked for a while when Ye Qing fell.

Patriarch Feng interrupted aloud at the right moment: "Okay, it's up to the juniors to decide on these things."

He looked at the girl beside him lovingly: "I...I don't have much to ask for now, I just hope that my family Xiao Luo can be happy."

Shen Lao laughed and patted Shen Chiqian on the shoulder: "Qian'er, did you hear that? Feng always lets you seize the opportunity."

Shen Chiqian's face is reddish as a jade, it is the youthful youth: "I understand."

Everyone is a human being.

One word can bring up all kinds of possible topics.

Naturally, Patriarch Feng would not tear his face in front of everyone.

Shen Chiqian's eyes are full of tenderness, and he looks at Ye Qingluo with a modest smile: "Miss Feng, I will use time to prove my sincerity."

Ye Qingluo: "..."

She wants to vomit.

To be honest, she didn't want to tear down Shen Chiqian's modest mask.

Even though Shen Chiqian's performance is so green and tender, no matter how tender it is.

She can also see Shen Chiqian's greed and Gu Xiaowang from the bottom of his eyes.

To put it plainly.

I approached her only because of her identity as Miss Feng's family, plus...this face.

Of course, even without this face.

Shen Chiqian will also come up.

The purpose is too strong.

Ye Qingluo just wanted to smile, holding a gun and a stick.

Suddenly, a voice came from not far away: "It's true and time, so I won't bother Master Shen Da."

Feng Liqiong walked over slowly.

He squinted his eyes dangerously, and squinted Shen Chiqian with a smile: "Our family, Xiaoluo, already has a marriage partner."

"Wh, what?" Shen Chiqian frowned in shock, "How is this possible?!"

"Why is it impossible?" Feng Liqiong snorted, strode to Ye Qingluo's side.

Ye Qing lowered her eyes, staring at Feng Liqiong's profile.

Very secretly stretched out a hand on his waist, and pinched fiercely: "What does ‘Foster Father’ mean?"

Feng Liqiong's complexion did not change, she still straightened her body, her eyes fixed in the direction of the guests like a torch: "Changqing, come here."

Feng Changqing got up.

Ji Wuhua grabbed his arm: "What do you mean?"

Feng Changqing shook his head insignificantly at him, her eyes a little complicated.

When he walked to Feng Liqiong's side.

Feng Liqiong pushed Feng Changqing to Ye Qingluo, smiling lovingly and gently: "Xiao Luo, this is you, the future husband."

Ye Qingluo: "..."

President Feng: "..."

Ji Wuhua: "..."

Everyone: "..."

What the **** is this special mother? !

Feng Changqing, her future husband?

The corners of Ye Qingluo's mouth twitched, trying to calm her facial emotions: "'Foster father', I think you can talk after you think about it."

The arc of the smile is full of danger.

Feng Liqiong did not change her face: "Since ancient times, marriage has been the order of parents and the words of matchmakers.

Changqing, the child I saw when I was a child, is naturally trustworthy.

Being married with him is definitely the best choice. "

"Feng Liqiong!" Patriarch Feng was shocked by this change, gritted his teeth with anger.

This rebellious son.

Just refuse to let him worry about it?

Knowing that Xiaoluo's heart belongs to.

They also forced her to marry Feng Changqing!

This is not intentional, what is it?

Ye Qingluo couldn't help laughing.

She felt strange.

Early this morning, Feng Changqing was waiting for her outside.

Take the initiative to be a groom and pick up the whole set.