"Mother." Wei Zhang's slender and upright figure blocked Fenghua behind him, holding his hands and shouting politely.

Wei's mother smiled, which was different from the miserable sorrow of the original owner when she lost her husband after she lost her husband. She reached out to help her son, patted the back of his hand with a smile, and said, "Why should we be so polite between mother and son? Present it, get up quickly."

The following is the word "Wei Zhang".

Wei Zhang stood up straight as if he was kind, and his face, which had always been cold and self-controlled, showed a slightly excited expression different from usual, "Mother, I will introduce someone for you."

"Today is your birthday. Didn't Awu specifically order someone to make a new dress for you? Why are you still wearing this one?" Wei's mother talked earnestly, and turned her head gently as Wei Zhang said, "Chengzhi, who do you want to recommend for me?"

The words are over.

Wei Zhang let him go to the side, and Wei's mother naturally saw behind him that the figure was graceful and graceful in white dress and black hair, and her eyefelt feathers were pitch black and slender. She lifted her lightly, revealing a deep-rooted beauty.

Familiar face, familiar tone.

Word by word, it made Wei Mu frightened from her eyes to her bones, and even trembled gently in her soul.

"Yangzhi has met Mrs. Wei."

"Rou, Rouge..."

Wei's mother looked at Fenghua and became extremely frightened. As a result, no one would be afraid of seeing the person who had been resurrected from the dead. She asked in a trembling voice: "Your name is Yanzhi?"

Fenghua looked as usual, smiled slightly, and replied, "Yes, Mrs. Wei."

Wei's mother's eyes turned dark and she almost fainted!

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The birthday banquet of the Zhongcheng Mansion began and ended in unknown time.

Fenghua and Wei Qingci took the carriage on the return journey.

The carriage swayed towards the Rouge Shop. The night was dark outside the car window, and the alcohol in the car was slightly drunk, and it gently rubbed from the tip of the finger to the side of the clothes.

The moonlight tonight is very similar to love.

The woman in a white dress and the boy in a blue dress sat side by side in the carriage. The blue dress and white dress were slightly hanging down, and the hem of the clothes were intertwined. After being drunk, the body temperature was slightly too high, which was transmitted to the other person's body through the clothes.

The carriage was a little dull.

Fenghua lifted the curtain with one hand, and a breeze came from the window.

Wei Qingci supported the chin with one hand, her phoenix eyes were lazy and wanted to fly, her slender, thick and dark eye feathers drooped slightly, and two beautiful fan-shaped silhouettes cast under her fair eyelids, covering the light in her faint silver pupils.

A strand of black ink slipped down, and the cinnabar mole burned with bright color.

He breathed the fresh air from the car window at the end of his nose and pursed his lips.

He opened his lips lightly, and the smell of wine was filled with a faint fragrance between his lips and teeth, and a shimmering sound sounded softly, breaking the quiet atmosphere: "...you know that Wei Zhang?"

"I met him during my lifetime." Fenghua nodded gently and admitted his words.

The bright moon, late at night, long street.

The word "before life" sounded in the faint carriage, which was inevitably a bit...scissing.

Wei Qingci said in a lazy tone, "Oh" with an unknown tone.

He lowered his eyelashes, not knowing what he was thinking.

After a while, Fenghua held his cheek and looked at the boy with his eyes slanted. Suddenly, his red lips bent, and said with a playful look: "Speaking of this, Chengzhi was still my fiancé before his death, which is a pity..."
Chapter completed!