Qingjun returned to Ning's house, smiling all the way, and was full of spring breeze.
The driver was so frightened that the young master never laughed like this. Once he smiled, something bad would definitely happen.
"Have you done it?" Qingjun sat on the sofa, his tone as the best ever.
"Not yet, it's impossible to get married after divorce on the same day. Give me some time." Ning Ting's face looked ugly and his heart was frustrated.
"I won't get a divorce! I don't want a divorce!" Mrs. Ning started a slander.
"Shut up! You don't talk here!" Qingjun swept over with a cold look, and Mrs. Ning immediately shut up.
"I will solve it as soon as possible." Ning Ting thought about the ten million, which would be enough for him to be free for a while.
"Forget it, don't do it anymore, just give me some peace." Qingjun was in a good mood today and suddenly felt compassionate.
"What about ten million?" Ning Ting's face changed.
"Sure, the others have three million, but if anyone causes me something, don't blame me for being ruthless!" Qingjun got up and walked upstairs.
The people of the Ning family were angry and angry, but they could do nothing. If the poisonous son drove them out of the Ning family, they would starve to death on the streets. Now they have a good meal and accommodation, and there are still millions to get it. It doesn't matter if they can't get along with the money.
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The next day, Qingjun came to Feng’s house as scheduled, and his reputation was to thank Qingcheng for teaching him to dance.
Another small whirlwind blew in the Feng family. Is the young master of the Ning family finished?
"Master Ning, the eldest lady hasn't gotten up yet. Do you want me to urge me?" The maid had the experience of yesterday, so she asked first.
"No, can I lend me the tea set there?" Qingjun had noticed the tea set yesterday.
"Yes, I wonder if Young Master Ning needs mountain spring water or snow water?" The maid mistakenly thought that the tea she brought was not in line with the taste of the guests.
"Take it all."
"Please wait for Young Master Ning." The maid hurried to the kitchen to bring water.
Qingjun saw that there were many kinds of tea in the cabinet, but fortunately there were Maojian, but he had not made tea for more than 20 years and might be a little unfamiliar.
"Qingjun, you can make tea?" The old man came downstairs, and after spending a whole day with each other yesterday, his name changed.
"Hello, Mr. Feng." Qingjun only understood one sentence in his greeting. Hello, you will never be wrong.
"Taste me." The old man was a little curious when he saw Qingjun's skillful technique, complicated process, and unprecedented methods.
"Mr. Feng, please." Qingjun poured a cup of tea and handed it over. In fact, this pot of tea is used for practice. I will give it to her when others have tasted it. Anyway, this person is her grandfather, and he will definitely be his grandfather in the future.
The old man tasted it twice, tasted it carefully, and nodded with satisfaction.
"There is a clear and refreshing fragrance, not strong, very light, and has a unique flavor. It's not bad, where did you learn how to make tea?" The old man immediately changed his mind to Qingjun.
"I learned from some ancient books." Qingjun said.
"It's rare for young people to study tea art. Qingcheng likes to drink Maojian, but she never makes tea." The old man said.
"I know." Qingjun poured the tea in the teapot and started making tea again.
"Oh? How do you know?" The old man felt strange. Qingjun met Qingcheng the day before yesterday, but it seemed that they had known each other for a long time.
"I guess, I feel that's it." Qingjun felt a little guilty.
"I feel that fate is really mysterious, Qingjun, your appearance is also very unusual." Mr. Feng said with a profound meaning.
"Old Master Feng was joking." Qing Jun felt guilty. What does Mr. Feng mean?
"Since you are destined to be together, just call me grandpa. Mr. Feng is too unfamiliar. Qingcheng always hears himself as a crazy old man." The old man was very depressed.
"Yes, yes, grandpa." Qingjun was stunned and shocked. What he had just thought about was realized so quickly.
"I'm not allowing you to be my grandson-in-law, I just don't want to hear the crazy old man." The old man immediately looked stern.
Qingjun thought to himself, I will decide whether you allow it or not!
Feng Jin and others came downstairs and saw Qingjun making tea. They were surprised. Qingjun didn't look like a tea art no matter how hard she looked.
Qingjun is not only with phoenix eyes like Qingcheng, with a tall nose, bright red lips, fair skin, beautiful and delicate. In addition, Qingjun has left half a long and short broken hair, and is tied behind her with a red ribbon, which looks very similar to the medieval European era.
The handsome man only had those phoenix eyes and black straight hair that told others that he had Chinese descent.
"Qingcheng." Qingjun poured her a cup of tea, and the action was extremely natural, as if she had done it countless times.
"Sit down." Qingcheng looked at him, then picked up the tea and tasted it briefly.
"How does it taste?" Qingjun sat next to her.
"Not bad, it's much better than the tea made by grandpa." Qingcheng praised without hesitation.
"Baby Qingcheng, you hurt grandpa's heart too much." The old man looked sad. What's the charm of boy Qingjun?
Feng Xiran saw it and felt extremely painful in her heart. He used to think that he knew Qingcheng. Qingcheng was cold-hearted, didn't like to talk, and had almost no hobbies. But in her true heart, he was confused at this moment, and could not understand why Qingcheng was about Ning Qing.
Not ordinary.
Feng Xier was also in pain and entangled. Xiran liked Qingcheng since she was a child. Her parents intended to train Xiran to become an heir. Everyone thought that Xiran and Qingcheng would become a beautiful couple, so she had to bury her love.
In my heart, but now Ning Qingjun appears, Qingcheng seems to like Ning Qingjun, so what should I do? And does she still have a chance?