Feeling distressed and amused at the same time, Feng Wuya wiped the tears from his eyebrows and held her hand: "Don't cry, don't cry." His expression was as gentle and focused as a child's.

But women are like this. The more you try to persuade her, the harder she will cry.

Meiqianqian grabbed Feng Wuya's clothes, and her tears kept flowing. Feng Wuya had no choice but to say: "If you cry again, we will have a wedding tonight."

The words frightened Mei Qianqian to death, and she immediately stood up from the ground. Before she could wipe away her tears, she looked at Feng Wuya pitifully and tugged at the corner of his clothes. She didn't know whether her face was red from crying or from embarrassment.

Feng Wuya sighed: "That's all."

The way he sighed was also very beautiful, with a hint of helplessness in the corners of his slightly parted lips. His brows were so enchanted that he forgot to cry. Feng Wuya took her hand and walked towards the inner hall.

Du Ruo saw from a distance the smile between Feng Wuya's brows and eyes. The beauty of the red dress and the delicate figure with the eyebrows vaguely gave Du Ruo a feeling that would last forever. In the words of the Book of Songs, it is persistence.

The feeling of growing old together with the hands of the son.

Mei Qianqian naturally didn't feel so much. She felt happy when Feng Wuya was willing to let herself go.

It's just that recently she always felt like an abandoned woman, and it was too sad to wait at home alone for Wuya to return. Just when she was about to speak, she saw Feng Wuya smiling slightly and said to her: "Qianqian, tomorrow my

My father and mother want to see you so that we can make arrangements for our marriage."

Mei Qianqian was a little nervous: "Wuya, will they like me?"

Feng Wuya's smile is always so charming: "Fool, how could they not like what I like, not to mention you are so good."

Mei Qianqian nodded, feeling a little uneasy: "Wuya, what if they don't like me?"

Feng Wuya pinched her nose: "If they don't like you, I won't like them, okay?"

Mei Qianqian thought for a while and shook her head: "No, they are your parents, you can't dislike them."

Feng Wuya looked at Mei Qianqian and felt that this girl needed his care more and more in recent days. He took her hand and sat down at the table: "Qianqian, you are my wife, so naturally they can only like you."

Mei Qianqian stopped talking. Feng Wuya's eyes were half-squinted, and his heart was churning. If they can't respect his choice, then what good is this family? What if, as parents, they can't stand in his shoes and help him?
Chapter completed!