Quick Wear: The host is addicted to abusing scum and is cruel and brutal

The situation in this life has changed. Looking at the now confident, sunny and cheerful Zhao Xuean, Fu Qi is still quite satisfied. After all, having such a well-behaved child is a good experience.

At night, Fu Qi left this world and returned to his own system space.

The next day, the original owner woke up still a little dazed. Hearing the noise from the kitchen, he hurriedly got up and saw his son making breakfast in the kitchen.

Zhao Xuean found that his father had woken up and said with a smile, "Dad, breakfast will be ready soon."

The original owner's eyes turned red as she looked at her son who had been lost and found again. In order to hide her emotions, she quickly responded and turned around to wash up.

Everything will start from scratch.

There are not many spiritual fluctuations in this world, so Fu Qi did not choose to stay in that world.

Maotuan kept teasing in the space, "Host, how does it feel to be a father for the first time? Are you still thinking about your son?"

Fu Qi rolled his eyes and punched Mao Tuan, and the noisy voice stopped abruptly.

The fur ball hid aside and licked his paws, crying. The host was still so violent that even a joke was not allowed.

Fu Qi felt the slightest bit of spring breeze brought by the merit, and couldn't help but smack his lips.

What’s the difference between this and just taking off your pants and calling it a day?

When Mao Tuan heard Fu Qi's slightly vulgar metaphor, he was about to speak, but was frightened back by a sharp look.

Maotuan doesn't think he is a coward, he just wants to live in harmony.

Fu Qi has always been keen on missions, so naturally he didn't want to rest and stepped directly into the next world.

As soon as he opened his eyes, he saw a bright red color in front of him. Fu Qi sat up suddenly and pulled off the red veil on his head.

Taking a quick look around, I saw red candles, red quilts, red bed curtains, and everywhere I looked was a bright red color of joy.

There was also the faint sound of musical instruments, which was the music of a happy event.

Fu Qi closed her eyes, and memories flooded back in instantly. In just a breath, she had gone through all her memories. She couldn't help but snorted coldly, "Very good."

The original owner, Zhao Nianxi, was the only daughter of the current general Zhao Meng. Today was the day she would get married to the newly crowned number one scholar Zhuo Ziming.

It was also the wedding day of the original owner's good sister Shen Ning'er. The man Shen Ning'er married was Wen Jin, the second son of the Yongning Marquis's Mansion.

The top scholar Zhuo Ziming not only has a good appearance and elegant manners, but also has extraordinary talent. He is also a minister highly valued by the emperor. He has a promising future, which makes many noble ladies in the capital admire him.

Although Wen Jin is the son of a marquis, he does not inherit the title. He is also a well-known playboy in the capital, a real useless person.

Of course, the fact that the original owner was engaged to the top scholar Zhuo Ziming made many women envious.

The source of all the troubles started today. Because the Zhuangyuan Mansion and the Yongning Marquis Mansion were very close to each other, the marriage teams of the two families met one after another.

It was a sunny day, but it suddenly started to rain heavily halfway through the journey. In the end, both teams had to stop in a temple to take shelter from the rain.

The sedan chair was parked inside. Logically, there should have been maids and old women waiting on the side, but for some reason, they all went out to wait.

Shen Ning'er, who was usually dignified and calm, was the first to call the original owner's name.

The original owner, who was originally bored, came out of the sedan with surprise when she heard the voice of her good sister. She didn't expect to meet Shen Ning'er here.