The ten fingers are connected to the heart, and that name has actually been engraved in the bottom of his heart, so clear and profound.
Yan Ziqing stopped talking. He knew that the education Feng Hao received since childhood was a standard education for the heirs of the Feng family. The family's honor, family tradition and family continuation are what the heirs of the Feng family must maintain.
"Fortunately, it's just an engagement. Do you want to make grandma happy? How many rings are you going to wear?"
"I will never give the ring to a second woman again."
"Haha, then Li Wanqing really loves you? She doesn't even have a ring, but she is still willing to get engaged to you?"
Feng Hao was silent and stood there motionless for a long time. Li Wanqing was not interested in whether he really loved him or not. He was only afraid that Xia Yucheng would really leave if he knew about it.
Although she had promised to take a step back for him, at that time, he had not proposed to her yet. Subconsciously, he started to fiddle with the ring again, pressing it hard in circles.
Men of the Feng family can get everything they want, except love. Therefore, the heads of the family in the past generations have almost never opened their hearts to women. They are cold-hearted, cold-blooded, and have no love.
And the women around them are tailor-made according to the needs of the family, women who will give everything for them. They admire their husbands, regardless of reward or sacrifice.
His uncle Feng He set a precedent and was moved, but the outcome was unsatisfactory.
Now it was his turn, and he even thought about not wanting anything else, just Xia Yucheng, and he would take her far away and live the life they wanted.
But who will the Feng family and the many people living under the protection of the Feng family be left to?
Unlike Yan Ziqing, who has brothers, a vast life, and a huge Feng family, he is lonely, so he wants to hold Xia Yucheng tightly like crazy.
He doesn't want a puppet wife, he just wants a lover, a lover who can accompany him throughout his life.
Frowning his brows, he suddenly realized that he was not omnipotent, but rather incompetent.
Is this still him? Feng Hao, Master Feng...
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In the evening, Feng Hao and Yan Ziqing drank a lot of wine while having dinner. Later, they went to the bar and drank a lot more wine. The wine was so heavy that Feng Hao, who rarely got drunk, finally got his wish and got himself drunk.
Back at Fengzhai, Zhu Huan and Leng Lingtian helped Feng Hao get out of the car. Yan Ziqing was drunk and very drunk.
"Go and send Young Master Yan back to his room." Zhu Huan said to Leng Lingtian.
"Got it!" Leng Lingtian carefully let go of Feng Hao and waved someone over. A man quickly took over and supported Feng Hao.
When they arrived at the inner courtyard, Zhu Huan helped Feng Hao, who was already very drunk, into the room and let him lie down on the tatami that had been covered with quilts.
"What's wrong, sir?" Muzi asked in surprise, looking at Feng Hao sleeping on the tatami.
"drunk!"
"Are you drunk? How is that possible? Can adults be drunk?" Muzi felt even more strange. You must know that Feng Hao has never been so drunk, let alone appeared in front of them in such a way.
After receiving the news, Fujiwara Xiang and Li Wanqing hurried over. Looking at Feng Hao who was drunk and unconscious, she couldn't help but blame Zhu Huan: "How do you do things? When did adults become so ignorant of self-love? Neither do you."
I would like to advise you, you should know how many bottles of wine he has to drink to get drunk, and if something goes wrong, can you be responsible?"
Zhu Huan lowered his head and did not dare to speak.