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Chapter 628: Finale! 19
Finale!19
"We are all a family, don't say such things. Aunt Mei has always treated you as her own child. Come and sit down." Ximen Xuemei waved to Ran Chengao amiably and motioned for him to sit down.
"Thank you, Aunt Mei." Ran Chengao's eyes were wet and he felt grateful in his heart.
Feng Qijun's heart has already flown to nowhere, and there is no thought left here. He said: "Dad, mother, I'm not hungry, I want to go back and have a rest. Aunt Lan, cousin, you are welcome,
Just feel like you're at home. I'm sorry."
"Jun'er..." Ximen Xuemei shouted. She wanted to say something else, but was stopped by Feng Tiande: "Let him go, he is also tired from the journey."
Ximen Xuemei had no choice but to give up. As her son grew older, she couldn't help her mother at all. Once she had a daughter-in-law, she forgot about her mother.
They ate together and talked about their experiences during the days apart...
Since marrying to Fengjiabao, Liu Qingcong has been surrounded by flowers and plants every day, and stayed alone in the empty house at night. Whenever it is quiet at night, she will miss the always lively Liu family, and the happy time when she first came to Fengjiabao.
I will miss every minute and second with Feng Qijun.
With so many beautiful memories, she will no longer feel depressed and lonely, and the road ahead will no longer be lonely.
A calligraphy brush and a shengxiao have become objects for her to express her lovesickness. In the silent night, the paintings she draws are natural, carefree and free-spirited, without any fireworks.
There was a gust of wind outside, but it didn't affect her mood for painting at all.
Suddenly there was a sound and the door opened. Liu Qingcong thought it was because the wind had not blown the handle open, so she didn't pay much attention.
Feng Qijun stood at the door, looking at his wife who was concentrating on painting, and a warm current surged in her heart. Under the light, she was thinner than before, but she was more charming than a married woman.
"Xiaoqing!" he called softly.
When Liu Qingcong heard the familiar voice, she suddenly raised her head and saw him standing at the door. He had not changed at all, and the faint smile on his face was still full of charm.
Is it really him? Liu Qingcong stayed there, not daring to admit it.
Feng Qijun walked in slowly, walked up to her, hugged her stiff body from behind, bit her ear and said softly: "Xiaoqing, I'm back, aren't you happy?"
Her thin face had melancholy eyes. When she looked at him, her melancholy dissipated like mist, and her slightly narrowed misty eyes eroded his body, mind and soul with tenderness as soft as spring water.
