"She is just an ordinary girl from an aristocratic family. She is an old friend of my family and we have known each other since childhood." Song Ming said with a smile, "And when I got married, they all sent gifts on your behalf."
Hearing this, Feng Jiu smiled, looked at Luo Fei, Duan Ye, and Ning Lang, and asked, "Where are the three of you?"
"We are still young, hehe." Ning Lang grinned and said, "Besides, I don't want to marry anyone. I only want to expand my family's business. I don't think about anything else."
"We don't want to get married too early." Duan Ye and Luo Fei said at the same time.
"What's so good about getting married? It's better to be alone. I am the most free." Wanyan Shisan, who was standing by, picked up the wine glass and drank a glass of wine, laughing loudly: "Look at Jun Jueshang, that person who doesn't care about worldly things. What has he become after getting married? Now he is at home taking care of the children!"
"What's wrong with my husband?" Wanyan Qianhua glanced at him, looking at him with a charming smile: "My husband is a rare good man in a century. Uncle Thirteen, if you dare to say a bad word about him again, I will not forgive you."
"Yes, yes, only the man in your family is a treasure, the others are just weeds." Wanyan Shisan disagreed.
After hearing this, Fengjiu couldn't help but chuckle and said, "Don't mention Jun Jueshang. Mo Ze also raised three children on his own back then. Besides, who says men can't raise children?" As she spoke, she glanced at Wanyan Shisan with a smile.
Seeing her glance over, Wanyan Shisan laughed awkwardly: "Hehe, no, no, being able to take care of children is the standard of a good man."
Maybe some people didn't believe that the ascended Feng Jiu had returned, but when they saw her appear in the restaurant, everyone believed that she had really returned.
After noon, two figures walked in from outside the city gate. When Guan Xilin saw the two figures, he couldn't help but smile and said to Feng Jiu, "Xiao Jiu, look, they are here." At the same time, he stood up and waved his hand towards the city gate and shouted, "Here!"
Feng Jiu followed his gaze and saw Feng Ye in a purple robe, looking like a graceful and elegant young man. His face had grown up and he looked like a member of the Feng family. He exuded an aura of dignity and elegance.
Beside him, Zhao Yang, dressed in a black robe, had a restrained and steady aura, with a sword on his back. Although his face was not as handsome as Feng Ye's, he was also resolute and tough.
Perhaps they heard the sound, they looked over here, and when they vaguely saw the red figure, excitement and joy appeared in their eyes. They looked at each other and rushed forward.
“Xiao Jiujiu…” Feng Ye jumped up directly, landed next to the table, and smiled at Feng Jiu.
"Hmm?" Feng Jiu raised her eyebrows, and her eyes fell on Feng Ye with a smile: "Feng Ye, are you itching for trouble?"
"Hey, Jiu."
Feng Ye stepped forward with a flattering smile and said, "It's been so many years since we last met, little uncle, I missed you so much." As he spoke, he moved a chair over to her side and found a seat to sit down.
"Sister Feng." Zhao Yang stepped forward and bowed to her respectfully.
"Well, Zhao Yang is still more obedient. I haven't seen you for such a long time. It seems that you have grown up a lot. Have you been well these years?" Feng Jiu ignored Feng Ye and spoke to Zhao Yang.