"Moreover, please open your eyes and take a closer look. Isn't our little Feng Ling's face particularly annoying? Let me tell you, she was even more likeable when she was a child. Her face was white and pink, and she looked like a walking Barbie doll.
." As long as Zhan Yue praises Zhan Fengling, there will be endless things to say.
When Zhan Feng Chie first moved into the family, the daily life of the three brothers and sisters of the Zhan family was: Oh, my sister is so beautiful, Oh, my sister is so beautiful, my sister is the cutest in the world.
In their eyes, the wind chimes are flawless.
"Xiao Zichen, besides those few, are there anyone else who likes you? To be precise, they like you because of your money, right?" Zhan Yue looked at Xiao Zichen and raised the corner of her mouth, "Who likes our wind chimes?
The difference is that they don’t know the true situation of the wind chime. If they like it like this, it’s obviously true love.”
The implication is that most people who like Xiao Zichen worship money.
This is a bit worrying.
The key point, Xiao Zichen thought carefully, was that he didn't seem to have received so many love letters.
Have you received a lot of wind chimes?
"Are you sure you have received a love letter?" Xiao Zichen's hand hooked Zhan Fengling's chin and asked in a deep voice.
He felt that Zhan Yue's words were not credible and wanted to ask this little fool Zhan Fengling.
Zhan Fengling nodded and said honestly: "I seem to have received a few letters, but I didn't pay attention."
"How many letters are they?" Zhan Yue looked at Zhan Fengling.
Zhan Fengling made a look of realization, "An average of thirty letters a day, isn't that impressive?"
She remembered that the heroine in the TV series was loved by thousands of people, and the love letters could be piled up on the table.
But Zhan Fengling didn't know that the average of thirty letters per day had already made Xiao Zichen feel sour.
Xiu'er, who had just sat down, raised her head and laughed, "Wow, little junior brother, your wife is so popular. Looking at it this way, you are still weak. On average, there are thirty messages a day, so how many boys will like it? Tsk tsk, you pick it up
It’s time for the baby.”
"That's not true. If our girl with a nice wind chime is given to Xiao Zichen, he will make a profit. Our Zhan family will suffer a loss!" Zhan Yue said.
The corner of Xiao Zichen's mouth twitched slightly, and he didn't want to say a word now. The faces that had pursued Zhan Fengling flashed through his mind, and then he thought of the love letter.
This little woman is so silly, why do so many people like her?
What do those men see in her?
Are you just stupid for liking her?
"If Ye Feifei hadn't come to our house to propose marriage, I tell you, my parents would never have agreed." Zhan Yue continued.
They wanted to raise Zhan Fengchi for a few more years. Such a cute daughter, the Zhan family's parents liked her so much that they wanted to give it away, and their heart, liver, spleen, lungs and kidneys all ached.
"Huh!" Xiao Zichen snorted coldly, indicating that he was dissatisfied with Zhan Yue's words.
However, Zhan Yue squinted her eyes and smiled even happier.
She previously thought that Xiao Zichen didn't like Zhan Fengling that much, but now that he's jealous, it's obvious that he really likes him.
Interesting, really interesting.
"Well, if you give it to me, I may not agree." After Xiu'er finished speaking, she glanced at Zhui Feng.
Zhui Feng is a man who raises a daughter. He screams for his gold and silver treasures every day. When he meets someone who wants to kidnap his baby, his expression almost looks like he wants to kill him on the spot.
"But... you don't plan to go back to see Master?" Zhui Feng didn't want to bring up the issue of his daughter being abducted, so he simply changed the subject.
Xiao Zichen squinted his eyes and hugged Zhan Fengling's waist, "Master should come to our wedding."