Mr. Feng's official announcement

Chapter 167 Happy Birthday
"Sister Feifei, how can you compare her with Sister Lin? Isn't this insulting Sister Lin! Sister Lin is a daughter of a thousand pieces of gold, and in the future she will be the eldest wife that Brother Han is marrying, and she is just Brother Han's plaything. "With Feng Yihan not around, Mu Yan'er also became mean when she spoke.

"Although it's a plaything, some people don't know their own name, and think how important they are! It's so funny!" Feng Lingfei glanced at the girl with a slightly pale face beside her.

"Jiang Xinyu, my elder brother and my sister-in-law are getting engaged soon, so stop pestering my elder brother!" Feng Wei'an couldn't help interjecting.

Jiang Xinyu's hands were tightly clenched into fists, and the makeup artists who put on makeup for the four felt sympathetic to the girl who was attacked by three women at the same time.

When Feng Yihan came back, the three of them immediately shut their mouths. He walked behind Jiang Xinyu and looked at her bun, which made her look a bit more classic. The makeup artist took A few pearl hairpins were used as embellishments in her hair, she looked at Feng Yihan with a little trepidation and asked, "Master, do you think it's okay?"

Seeing that Jiang Xinyu's face was not looking well, Feng Yihan held her shoulder and pressed it against her ear and asked, "What's wrong? Are you uncomfortable?"

Jiang Xinyu couldn't help but glanced at the three people beside her, and finally shook her head and said, "It's okay!"

Feng Yi narrowed his eyes coldly, and glanced at the three of them sharply. Jiang Xinyu was not a person who would hide his thoughts, so he immediately understood that he must have been bullied when he was not around just now, and he snorted displeased warning, "You guys better give me some peace, otherwise..."

The three dared to bully Jiang Xinyu, but they didn't dare to act presumptuously in front of Feng Yihan. No one said a word, and Feng Yihan looked at the makeup artist beside him and said, "Makeup for her!"

"Yes!" The makeup artist quickly took the foundation and applied a thin layer on Jiang Xinyu's face.

"Okay!" The makeup artist put on Jiang Xinyu's makeup before putting down the tools.

Feng Yihan looked at the girl in the mirror with satisfaction, her long hair was tied into a neat bun, her forehead and two strands fell naturally, the pearls in her hair were faintly visible, and because of the makeup, the red marks on her face I can't see it at all, the skin is like a shelled egg, the eyebrows are like distant eyes, the eyes are like stars, the nose is small and delicate, and the lips are covered with pink lip gloss, which is as bright as jelly, which makes people can't help thinking To have a bite.

Jiang Xinyu seldom puts on makeup, and usually wears a plain face, so the occasional last time she puts on makeup, it makes people feel refreshed, like a beauty who has stepped out of a painting.

The three girls next to her looked at Jiang Xinyu's makeup with jealousy in her eyes, especially Feng Lingfei and Mu Yan'er. Feng Lingfei has always claimed to be the number one beauty in the film and television industry, and she is indeed beautiful. But standing next to Jiang Xinyu, she was actually compared to him.

Mu Yan'er and Jiang Xinyu stood together like a maid.

Especially at this moment, she seems to be a surprisingly good match for Feng Yihan.

She was almost mad with envy.

Feng Yihan carefully draped the purple fur shawl on her thin shoulders for her. He stared deeply at the delicate little person in front of him, unexpectedly feeling unreal, she is really too beautiful, beautiful It made his heart ache.

At this moment, he really wished he could bring all the good things in the world to her, so that she would not suffer any more.

Feeling his hot gaze, Jiang Xinyu raised her slender eyelashes, met his gaze, and trembled uncontrollably.

Feng Lingfei looked at the picture of the two looking at each other affectionately, raised her lips coldly, touched her mobile phone, turned on the camera function, and took a photo.

The car stopped in front of Huo's house. The old house of Huo's family covers a very large area. It is an ancient house preserved by the ancestors of the Huo family. The courtyard is well-arranged and many modern elements are incorporated in it. It is fashionable and stable.

Huo Xiyang and his cousins ​​greeted the guests in front of the door, and when they saw Feng Yihan's car arriving, he immediately walked over.

"cold."

Huo Xiyang greeted Feng Yihan, and seeing Jiang Xinyu beside him, he couldn't help frowning, and then said, "My grandpa is talking about you, go in quickly."

Jiang Xinyu felt his resistance to her, and gave him a strange look, not knowing where she offended him.

"See you later!" Feng Yihan walked in with Jiang Xinyu, and someone immediately came over to guide the two of them.

Wherever the two of them passed by, it caused a sensation. Feng Yihan is a celebrity, and also a rare and beautiful boy, and the girl beside him is as beautiful as a fairy, and the two of them instantly became the focus of everyone's discussion .

The servants of the Huo family directly led the two of them to Mr. Huo's private courtyard, where no one is allowed to enter.

Entering the main hall, Mr. Huo is playing chess with Mr. Yin. Both of them have white hair and are dressed in Tang suits. They are playing chess seriously.

"Grandpa Huo, I wish you a happy birthday. Hello, Grandpa Yin." Feng Yihan greeted the two very politely.

The two raised their heads from the chessboard to look at the past when they heard his voice. Although they were both old, their eyes were very energetic.

"Yi Han is here!"

"it is good!"

The two looked at the two who came in with a smile, and they could see that they were in a good mood.

"Yu'er, please greet the two grandpas." Feng Yihan pushed Jiang Xinyu in front of him and said in a low voice.

"Grandpa Huo is good, Grandpa Yin is good, I wish Grandpa Huo good luck as in the East China Sea, and a longer life than Nanshan. Every year will have today, and every year will have today!" Jiang Xinyu immediately bowed to the two, bending her body into ninety degree, not at all ambiguous.

"Okay, okay! What a good girl!"

"Yes, there are not many girls who are so polite and sensible now, what's their name?"

Jiang Xinyu listened to the questioning of the two old men, and carefully glanced at Feng Yihan, but he just looked at her tenderly, as if he had no intention of answering for her.

"Grandpas, my name is Jiang Xinyu, I am 19 years old this year, and I am a freshman in the Department of Architecture and Design at Fengbei University!" Jiang Xinyu bowed to the two of them again, looking serious and naive , very cute.

The two old people were amused by her, but they really liked this girl.

Feng Yihan was also amused by her, he realized that he really found a treasure, Jiang Xinyu pushed him with his arm angrily, Feng Yihan quickly covered his chest, and said, "Murder my husband!"

Jiang Xinyu's face immediately turned red, and she said embarrassedly, "Master, don't talk nonsense in front of the two grandpas!"

"Haha...it's okay, don't be cautious with your words. Although we are old, we are very open-minded." Mr. Huo is dressed in a white Tang suit, giving people a sense of immortality, and his kind expression makes people feel very cordial.

"Grandpas, we're not... I'm just a servant of Feng's family." Jiang Xinyu immediately defended, now whenever she thinks of Feng Lingfei and the others, she feels sad.

"Silly girl, why did Yi Han bring a servant to show us two old guys?"

"But we..."

"Grandpa Huo, do you still like the gift I gave you?" Feng Yihan put his arm around Jiang Xinyu's shoulder and asked politely.

"I like it, I like it! The Qing Dynasty Duan Inkstone you gave me this time is very delicate. I tried it. Come and have a look." Mr. Huo became more energetic when he mentioned calligraphy. His greatest hobby in life is calligraphy. Calligraphy and painting.

"You old man, you know how to show off in front of the juniors! It's boring!" Elder Yin said, pointing at him amusedly.

"You wait for me, I'll be right back to continue!"

Feng Yihan came to Huo Lao's red sandalwood desk with Jiang Xinyu in his arms. There was a newly written calligraphy on it. The handwriting was smooth and magnificent, and people couldn't help but be impressed by Huo Lao's writing.

"It's such an imposing word, it's not at all inferior to those great writers." Jiang Xinyu couldn't help admiring, and his eyes were unconsciously attracted by that word.

"Do you understand this word?" Mr. Huo was obviously a little surprised, but he didn't expect that this girl knew a lot at such a young age.

Jiang Xinyu smiled shyly, and said, "I can't say I understand it, it's just that I practiced calligraphy for a period of time when I was a child, and I just know a little bit."

Feng Yihan also looked at her in surprise. She didn't expect that she could write with a calligraphy brush. Maybe this is her hidden temperament. No wonder she wore this classic cheongsam at a young age, and she also interpreted this classic charm vividly.

"Then what are you best at?" Mr. Huo couldn't help asking. You know, his pen pals are all old guys. Although the younger generation has them, they rarely get along with him. You can learn calligraphy, but none of them do what he wishes.

"The only thing I can do is lower script." Jiang Xinyu said with some embarrassment.

"Okay, okay, lowercase is good, it's suitable for girls! Grandpa will grind it for you personally today, so you can write a copy." Mr. Huo was obviously very interested.

Jiang Xinyu glanced nervously at Feng Yihan, and gently stroked her shoulder with his big hand, and said, "Thank you, Grandpa Huo, Grandpa Huo's calligraphy is unique in Fengcheng, you can get his advice What a blessing."

"Hey, Yi Han, I don't like to hear what you say. It's just a discussion!" Huo Lao had already started grinding.

Jiang Xinyu's hands were also a little itchy, and she hadn't practiced calligraphy for a long time, so she thought for a while and said, "Then I'll write a poem by Zhang Ruoxu, a poet of the Tang Dynasty."

After she finished speaking, she went to the back of the desk to pick out a suitable brush, lightly dipped it in the ink, leaned forward slightly, and the black brush made the first stroke on the rice paper.

Jiang Xinyu's posture holding the pen is very graceful, her writing movements are smooth, her long eyelashes are trembling slightly like the wings of a butterfly, her cute little mouth is tightly pursed, her expression is very serious, Feng Yihan's gaze is always It was tightly stuck to her body, unable to move away for a moment, and she was a little bit crazy unconsciously.

(End of this chapter)