He Rijun coming again

Han Qianshan was silent for a few minutes before sending the photo to Feng Qingzhu's phone.

Feng Qingzhu opened one by one, feeling that everyone was suspicious, and felt that none of them were worthy of Luo Zhiwen.

The more he looked at it, the more angry he was, and finally turned his phone upside down on the table, wishing he could cross off Sunday on the calendar.

It was Aunt Luo who asked Luo Zhiwen to go on a blind date.

Even if Feng Qingzhu gets angry again, he has no right to stop him.

Who told him to ignore Luo Zhiwen for three years and only recently recognized his lover's face?

On Sunday, Luo Zhiwen's parents were afraid that Luo Zhiwen would run away, so they drove to pick him up in person.

Feng Qingzhu didn't like to be seen, so he could only watch Luo Zhiwen being taken into the car through the window, and gradually disappeared from sight.

Fortunately, Luo Zhiwen turned on location sharing on his mobile phone.

Feng Qingzhu drove the car, aggrieved and followed to the restaurant, and waited for Luo Zhiwen to be brought in by his parents before he opened the door of the restaurant.

Luo Zhiwen's situation is not much better than Feng Qingzhu's.

He told his parents all the way that he didn't want to go on a blind date, but his parents insisted on letting him meet his partner.

He endured all the way, and when he really saw that person, he broke out completely.

"Even if you find someone who looks like Brother Feng again, it's impossible for me to be with him."

"I don't love Brother Feng's face, don't you understand?"

If a face can solve the problem...

He will not stick to this loveless marriage for three years.

Why didn't Luo Zhiwen's parents understand this truth?

They were just afraid that he would be deceived by Feng Qingzhu's sugar-coated shells, and that he would suffer for the rest of his life.

Luo Zhiwen understands the hard work of his parents, so all the grievances can only be digested by himself: "Parents, I beg you, don't ask me to go on blind dates again, okay?"

"...If you don't like Brother Feng, fine, I can separate from him...You can let me go home!" Luo Zhiwen covered his head and murmured in pain, "Don't force me."

"Ah Wen..." Several calls sounded at the same time.

Luo Zhiwen only looked at Feng Qingzhu: "Brother Feng."

Feng Qingzhu's nose was slightly sour, and he stretched out his arms to hug him.

Many years ago, there seemed to be such a scene.

Holding the hem of his gown, Ah Wen stepped across the threshold and ran towards him from the depths of the courtyard.

It was so before, and it is so now.

His Ah Wen never left.

When did that happen?

By the way, after his affair with Ah Wen was discovered——

Feng Qingzhu just left Jinling, and Ah Wen was forced to kneel in the ancestral hall of the Luo family.

When Feng Qingzhu came back, he had already been ill for a while, but recovered, and even ignored his parents' obstruction, he rushed out of the house in front of everyone, and threw himself into the arms of the person who was thinking about it day and night.

Having an affair with someone before they are married, even if the other party is Feng Qingzhu, the Luo family will lose face.

Feng Qingzhu couldn't remember exactly what happened that day. He only knew that the Luo family finally let go, but they didn't allow the news of the marriage to spread, and they had to wait for the dowry and dowry to be prepared before they were allowed to publish in the newspaper.

Feng Qingzhu backed down, and he didn't want Luo Zhiwen to bear the infamy.

It's a pity that the world is unpredictable, and none of them waited for the big wedding.

"Why are you here?" Luo Zhiwen's parents felt a headache when they saw Feng Qingzhu.

Feng Qingzhu held Luo Zhiwen in front of him, and slowly straightened his waist: "Uncle and aunt."

"Our Ah Wen has already divorced you!"

"I know." Feng Qingzhu said bravely, "I was the one who was sorry for Ah Wen before, but..."

Before the words fell, Luo Zhiwen screamed out.

Because he saw his mother's raised arm: "Mom!"

--Snapped!

The slap finally landed on Feng Qingzhu's face.

"Mom, what are you doing?" Luo Zhiwen didn't care about his distress, and stopped Feng Qingzhu behind him, "You...how could you..."

"Why can't I? Listen to what he said... I was sorry to you before, but he still knows that I was sorry to you before!"

Feng Qingzhu was silent.

"I forgive him." Luo Zhiwen said suddenly, "What happened before... We were all wrong."

Then he heard the unbelievable voice of his parents: "Ah Wen?!"

Luo Zhiwen bit the bullet and turned around, grabbed Feng Qingzhu's wrist, and ran out of the hotel in embarrassment.

Feng Qingzhu was pulled by Luo Zhiwen, and ran staggeringly: "Ah Wen, you just..."

"No." Luo Zhiwen turned his head and glared at him viciously, "Brother Feng, I haven't forgiven you yet! I just don't want you to be beaten."

Feng Qingzhu hooked the corners of his lips.

They hopped in the car and drove two streets away, laughing at the same time as they waited for the light.

"I really dare not think that the dignified Mr. Feng was slapped in the face, and he dare not fight back." Luo Zhiwen leaned in front of Feng Qingzhu, held the man's face, and carefully looked at his cheek.

This slap used real strength, until now, Luo Zhiwen could still vaguely see a little redness.

He snorted coldly: "Yes."

"Well, yes." Feng Qingzhu lowered his eyes and held his slender wrist, "Ah Wen, uncle and aunt..."

The smile in Luo Zhiwen's eyes disappeared: "They don't agree with me remarrying you."

Feng Qingzhu had expected it.

"I can't tell them that we were together in our last life, right?" He muttered bitterly, "To be honest, my parents must think that you not only hurt me emotionally, but also mentally. It hurt me...it tortured me into a mental illness!"

"Leave it to me, and I'll explain."

"Leave it to you? Let you finish my mother's beating, and then my father's fist?"

Feng Qingzhu really had such a plan.

And willingly.

Halfway through the car, Luo Zhiwen asked Feng Qingzhu to stop.

Feng Qingzhu stepped on the brake nervously: "Where are you going?"

"Supermarket." Luo Zhiwen opened the door twice, but didn't close, and asked speechlessly, "Come with me?"

Feng Qingzhu nodded his chin.

"Crack" - the car door also opened in response.

Five minutes later, Feng Qingzhu, holding a large bag of potato chips, was looking for a trolley in the supermarket with a headache.

Luo Zhiwen, who was standing in front of the shelf, teased without looking back: "Don't look for it, today is the weekend, there can't be any spare trolleys..."

While speaking, Feng Qingzhu took out his wallet and exchanged red banknotes for an empty shopping cart.

"Brother Feng?" Luo Zhiwen almost threw the biscuit away, "You have so much money that you have no place to spend it?"

He rushed over aggressively, gnashing his teeth in a voice that only the two of them could hear: "Don't forget, in the divorce agreement, you have already given me all your property!"

"Yeah." Feng Qingzhu smiled and helped Luo Zhiwen take out the biscuits from his arms, and threw them into the shopping cart, "I know."

"Then what were you doing just now?"

"Swap carts."

"In exchange for what?"

"Equivalent to... the money."

After a question and an answer, Luo Zhi smiled angrily.

He stopped talking to Feng Qingzhu, and walked to another shelf to continue looking for snacks.

Suddenly, the phone in his pocket vibrated.

Luo Zhiwen took out his phone with great difficulty, glanced at it, and found that Feng Qingzhu had sent him an emoji: [Sorry].

The little yellow cat with the word "sorry" on its head hid behind the chair, winking at him pitifully.