I became the richest man in the world by rolling balls

Chapter 284 A Man's Brain Is Bad For Love
Bai Qianchun was half a step behind, with a suspicious look in his calm eyes, he turned his head to look at Feng Youyu's superior profile and asked, "Aren't you going to sit with your eldest sister? Beside her There are still two spaces left."

Feng Youyu paused, turned to look at her, her perfect thin lips curled up slightly, "If you are not afraid of being urged by the eldest sister to hold the wedding, we can go over there and sit there."

"No need, Yao Wenxian's side is fine." Bai Qianchun decisively withdrew his gaze, and accelerated towards Yao Wenxian's direction.

Obviously, he didn't really want to face the scene of being urged by Sheng Beining to hold a wedding.

There was a hint of regret in Feng Youyu's peach blossom eyes, he really wanted to hold the wedding now, take her back to his nest and treat her as a veritable daughter-in-law, but it was obvious that Bai Qianchun didn't want to fake it yet. Really do it.

Feng Youyu had also thought about preemptively trying to cheat his life into holding a wedding, but the consequence of that would be that he would be pushed to the ground and beaten by this woman, and then forced to terminate the marriage agreement. He had no doubt that this woman had this Ability, when the time comes, he can only be beaten, and he can't even keep his nominal husband and wife status.

Feng Youyu didn't want to do such a stupid thing, he should occupy the position of the nominal husband first, as for how to make this woman open to him, he had to go back and learn from the experience of chasing a wife.

Feng Youyu's thoughts were racing, but she didn't notice that she was brought to the side by Bai Qianchun.

Yao Wenxian, who was sitting on the chair, looked at the two of them, who looked like their mother being dragged by the wrists of a naughty child, and the corners of their mouths twitched, showing a gritty expression.

Feng Xiaoer has a hand in hand, and he actually progressed to hold hands, and the speed is quite fast.

Yao Wenxian's expression was tangled, and he finally accepted the fact that Feng Xiaoer was going to fall in love with a terminal illness, and moved his fingers to send him a few documents collected last night.

After Bai Qianchun sat down, Feng Youyu also sat down on the chair next to Yao Wenxian, and the big hand that was holding her wrist could only reluctantly let go.

The corners of his mouth were curled up, and there was a little rippling on his evil face. He didn't expect the girl's skin to be so delicate and delicate, it was different from ordinary rough guys.

The fingers of his retracted big hands curled up, and he clasped his hands on his strong and powerful thighs. He rubbed his fingers together twice, and sighed secretly in his heart, his heart was quite beautiful!

Suddenly, Yao Wenxian poked his arm with his hand, and pulled Feng Youyu back to reality. Feng Youyu frowned unhappily, moved his body, and threw a threatening look at him, signaling him not to be such a bitch. Xi Xi, still playing poking with fingers, not childish.

Yao Wenxian ignored his menacing warning eyes, and winked at him to signal him to read the news quickly.

Feng Youyu frowned on his handsome face, thinking to himself what was going on with this kid, there was no urgent work for him to deal with today.

But in order not to miss some unexpected incident and fail to deal with it in time, which would lead to serious consequences, he finally curled his lips, reluctantly let go of his hands, and clicked on the communication message with his left hand that hadn't pulled his wrist.

I saw the things sent by Yao Wenxian popping up one after another, "On the self-cultivation of men in love", "On the importance of Chinese masculinity in the way of getting along with husband and wife", "Zhen Fugang's 360 Eight Ways", " A man’s love is bad for his brain”, “The tragic end of a strict wife’s control after marriage”.
Feng Youyu looked confused, what the hell are these?

He turned his eyes to Yao Wenxian, what do you mean, kid?
Yao Wenxian pushed up his glasses, with an inscrutable expression on his face, just for you to save your brain.

Feng Youyu turned his head and carefully looked at the names of these files, and quickly figured out what Yao Wenxian meant.

He sneered in his heart, how could he have fallen to that point, what kind of love brain, what kind of strict wife control, how could it be possible.

Yao Wenxian saw the disapproval on his face, and he clicked his tongue twice in his heart. Feng Xiaoer has not seen his own essence, even Marshal Huo, who is as indomitable as Marshal Huo, who has experienced swords and blood to climb to the position of Marshal It can also be reduced to a strict wife, how could it be impossible for him to seal Xiaoer.

Yao Wenxian also compared Feng Xiaoer's recent behavior and style last night, as well as his temper with the ancient doctor. The probability of Feng Xiaoer becoming a strict wife is 90.00% [-]%! ! !

He was just waiting for Feng Xiaoer to slap him in the face in the future!

Thinking of this, Yao Wenxian was in a better mood, and ignored the eyes of the people around him, and turned his mouth to look at the central platform.

Feng Youyu, who was ignored, was inexplicably upset, and stared at Yao Wenxian twice. After seeing that he still ignored her, Feng Youyu began to fall into self-doubt. Could it be that she will really become a wife like her brother-in-law in the future? Yan, raking ears?

"What are you looking at?" On the other side, Bai Qianchun suddenly asked.

Feng Youyu was startled, and quickly recovered his senses and turned his head to smile at her, "It's nothing, why are you asking that?"

Bai Qianchun moved slightly closer to him, parted her red lips lightly and said in a low voice, "I want to ask you for a favor."

As the breeze blew by, her silky and shiny black hair was blown up uncontrollably, and just happened to pass by the tip of Feng Youyu's nose who was also leaning towards her, and a faint scent of medicine wafted faintly.

What kind of fragrance is this? It smells much better than those expensive perfumes worn by those noble girls. It is simply refreshing. Feng Youyu took a few sniffs and then quickly sat up straight, raising one long leg on top of the other. , his body leaned back a little bit, his Adam's apple rolled, he swallowed, and said in a hoarse voice, "What's the matter?"

Bai Qianchun said bluntly, "There are too many orders in the background, you can help me cut them down and send them to Ye Yang, and they will not delay their packaging work in the afternoon."

".Oh." Feng Youyu's enchanting elder sister's handsome face was slightly broken, but she still responded with a moan, honestly turned on the light brain and went to the backstage, and helped her take screenshots without complaint.

Sitting upright, Yao Wenxian, who was looking ahead, glanced in the direction of the two of them.

Tsk, it's not a love brain, and the wife is strict. If it was someone else, this uncle would be so hardworking and still not charge a penny to help others. Even their most beloved eldest sister never had this kind of treatment.

He clearly remembered that before Feng Xiaoer was recognized by the Feng family, he was also a money fanatic, and the elder sister would charge him for doing things, otherwise he would rather be paralyzed than lift a finger.

Looking at him now, when the ancient doctor asked him to help casually, he would help, not to mention that he used to do odd jobs behind him, burning fires to wash medicinal materials, cutting trees, weeding and farming in the back mountains.

Why!Yao Wenxian sighed in his heart, what an idiot is lost in the mist without knowing it, there is no way to save him, Feng Xiaoer can't be rescued!
(End of this chapter)