After the divorce, my second-married military officer husband doted on me

When Feng Qingyang heard what Huo Qiming said, he instantly became alert and all his sleepiness disappeared. He hurriedly asked, "Where are they going for a picnic?"

"September Spring..." Huo Qiming told Feng Qingyang the address and hung up the phone.

When Feng Qingyang got the address, the curve of his lips shocked his mother.

"Whose call made you so happy?"

Feng Qingyang didn't say anything, but quickly got up and pushed her out of the room, "If you don't want to delay me from finding you a daughter-in-law, get out now. I need to change my clothes."

The joy in his tone was something Liu Jia had never heard before.

boom!

The sound of Feng Qingyang closing the door brought Liu Jia back to his senses.

Liu Jia: “???”

"What did this rebellious son just say?"

"He wants to find a wife!" Liu Jia thought he was hallucinating.

When we forced him to find a wife before, he was very resistant and would get upset whenever the topic was brought up.

But now, he took the initiative to say...

"Oh, Dad, something terrible happened!"

"The bachelor in our family has come to his senses!" Liu Jia was so excited to see that his son had finally come to his senses that he rushed to find Grandpa Feng to tell him the good news.

In the room, Feng Qingyang heard his mother's yelling and the corner of his mouth twitched.

Bachelor!

She really is his biological mother!

Is there anyone who calls his son like this?

He is only 30 years old, in the prime of his life, not in his fifties or sixties, and yet you say he is a bachelor!

snort!

Wait until he gets Lian'er back, and see what they say.

……

Feng Qingyang spent half an hour picking and choosing in the room but couldn't find any clothes that satisfied him.

I usually feel like it doesn’t matter what clothes I wear.

But today, for the first time, he felt that there was not a single decent piece of clothing in the entire closet.

Looking at the clothes spread all over the bed, he frowned and scratched his hair, "How should I dress for a picnic?"

In recent years, because he has been working in a company, in order to make him look steady and mature, his mother replaced all the clothes in his cloakroom with suits and shirts, leaving him with no casual clothes.

Who would wear a suit when going on a picnic? It's so unrealistic.

After choosing for a long time without finding anything suitable, Feng Qingyang went straight to the mall and picked out a white casual suit and a pair of sneakers.

Feng Qingyang looked at himself in the mirror and saw that he had changed his style of clothing. He raised the corners of his mouth with satisfaction, "I think I'll look younger this way!"

……

September Spring...barbecue base, dozens of kilometers away from Kyoto. Because the altitude is higher than Kyoto, the temperature there is much cooler than Kyoto.

This is a famous tourist destination, and many people come here to escape the summer heat every year.

The weather is really good today, with blue sky and white clouds. The warm golden sun is like a layer of golden gauze, gently spreading over the green picnic camp on the outskirts of the city.

The green grass, lush woods, and winding clear streams make this place like a quiet paradise.

Gu Siheng and his family set up camp on a flat lawn by the stream, with laughter and joy echoing in the air.

He was wearing a well-tailored white shirt today with his sleeves casually rolled up, and a pair of dark blue jeans, which made his figure look even more upright.

He held a camera in his hand and kept pressing the button to open the door while his daughter was posing.

Sometimes he took pictures of his daughter, sometimes of Jiang Nuan and Ning Cailian, and sometimes of his parents.

He is the family's photographer today.

When the family was having fun, Feng Qingyang came.

Feng Qingyang looked in the rearview mirror, adjusted his hair again, then took a deep breath, opened the car door and got out.

In order to give himself courage, he deliberately found a few friends to come along.

He pretended to be calm and walked towards Gu Siheng's family.

A few friends followed behind him, whispering to each other from time to time, with teasing in their eyes.

After a while.

"Lian'er! What a coincidence, you are also having a picnic here!" Feng Qingyang walked up to Ning Cailian with just the right amount of surprise.

When Ning Cailian heard the voice, she was stunned at first, then raised her head and a complex emotion flashed in her eyes.

Feng Qingyang, why is he here?

Is it really a coincidence?

Feng Qingyang knew that Ning Quanzhou didn't like him, but he still gritted his teeth and greeted everyone.

But when he suddenly called Gu Siheng "Brother", Gu Siheng was really startled.

Is Feng Qingyang mentally healthy?

I didn't get along with him three years ago, but now I call him Big Brother!

When Ning Quanzhou saw Feng Qingyang suddenly appear, his brows frowned instantly, and he stopped fiddling with the barbecue grill, his eyes full of displeasure.

"Hey, isn't this Young Master Feng?" Ning Quanzhou said with a hint of sarcasm in his tone, "What brings you here today? Are you here to cause trouble for Lian'er again?"

Feng Qingyang's mouth froze and he was speechless for a moment.

Seeing this, Fu Zhiyu hurried forward and smiled to smooth things over: "Quanzhou, please speak nicely. We are all acquaintances. Don't be sarcastic. Qingyang brought his friends here. It's fate that we met."

"Come, Qingyang, come and sit down."

"Let the children solve their own problems." Fu Zhiyu leaned close to Ning Quanzhou's ear and warned.

She warmly invited Feng Qingyang and his friends to sit down.

Upon hearing this, Feng Qingyang quickly sat down next to Ning Cailian as if he had received a pardon, his eyes following her all the time.

"Lian'er, did you sleep well when you went home last night?" He asked softly in a voice that only the two of them could hear, with a hint of cautious flattery in his voice.

Ning Cailian did not answer immediately, but just fiddled with the ingredients in her hands silently.

I said silently in my heart, belated affection is cheaper than grass!

Seeing this, Feng Qingyang hurriedly stood up and took the brush next to the grill, "Let me do it, I'm familiar with this."

He carefully applied oil and arranged the ingredients neatly.

He didn't lie. He was indeed quite good at grilling and was more skillful than the clumsy Ning Cailian.

Under his skilled operation, he brushes oil, loads materials...

The flames licked the food, emitting an enticing aroma.

After a moment, he handed the grilled food to Ning Quanzhou in a flattering manner, "Uncle Ning, please try my grilled chicken wings."

Feng Qingyang handed the roasted chicken wings to Ning Quanzhou with a smile on his face.

Ning Quanzhou remained unmoved.

He was furious when he thought about how this kid had embarrassed his daughter over the years.

He refused to take Feng Qingyang's barbecue, so Feng Qingyang kept holding it with a smile, and the atmosphere instantly became stiff.

In the end, Ning Quanzhou had to reluctantly take it after Fu Zhiyu twisted his waist.

"Don't go too far. Give your daughter some face." Fu Zhiyu reminded again softly.

Ning Quanzhou took a bite unhappily, nodded slightly, and his expression eased a little.

Gu Siheng looked back and forth between Feng Qingyang and his sister, then tilted his head and looked at Jiang Nuan questioningly.

What happened during the three years he was away?

It seems that my sister doesn't like Feng Qingyang.

Jiang Nuan didn't know why Feng Qingyang suddenly changed. "Before, Lian'er liked him, but he ignored her. Now Lian'er has given up on him. I don't know what's wrong with him...?"

Gu Siheng understood after hearing this.

Haha, Feng Qingyang must be too itchy for daring to make his sister sad.

In the following time, Feng Qingyang was never idle. He served tea and water to everyone and helped clean up the garbage.

Seeing Ning Cailian get up and go to the stream to wash her hands, he immediately followed her and kindly handed her a tissue.

"Lian'er, I was confused before." Feng Qingyang took the opportunity to confess, his voice sincere and his eyes sincere. "I didn't sleep all night last night. I thought a lot and finally realized my own heart. Can you give me another chance?"

Ning Cailian looked at him quietly, with a ripple in her eyes.

The brook beside them gurgles, as if telling the complicated past of the two people.

But this sudden confession came too late.

Before she could speak, Gu Siheng walked up behind them and said, “I heard that Young Master Feng has made a lot of progress in the past three years.

We are old friends, right? We haven't seen each other for over three years, so let's exchange some advice...!"