God of War's Love: Forced to Marry a Cute Wife

Chapter 216 229 Yan Donglian's Letter

It's rare for a girl who understands the old man's mind so well.

When the old couple heard what she said, they were so happy that they had forgotten the reasons why they didn't like Song Feiyu.

Without the discordant notes of Yan Donglian, the Fang family had a really happy year.The family is lively and lively, and Fang Xiran is a happy person, and with Song Feiyu who is familiar with him, he is really like a fish in water.The two sang together, showing the feeling that there were dozens of people inexplicably in the usually deserted room.

Song Feiyu likes to be coquettish, but her coquettishness is not Yan Donglian's deliberate.She is always happy, upstairs and downstairs, noisy like a gust of wind.A large number of children like her, and her cousins ​​get along well. In fact, even Lu Cheng has to admit that Song Feiyu is indeed more attractive than Yan Donglian.

Let alone old people.What the old people want to do is mainly because of the excitement.Song Feiyu's performance was simply too satisfactory.Moreover, she knows how to massage, and at night, she will talk with grandpa and grandma, and ask Ying to massage them for them, which makes the old couple so happy that they can't talk from ear to ear.

Thinking of the attitude they had just met at that time, the old couple felt guilty and distressed.

Song Feiyu let out a laugh and passed over this, grinning and cheerful: "I didn't behave well when we first met, and I fell ill when I came here. Hee hee, grandpa, grandma, let me whisper to you, but you have to promise, Don’t spread it, or I’ll be ashamed.”

The so-called old children and old children are talking about this kind of situation, they like to be coaxed by others, and they also like to listen to gossip.He just nodded his head like a pounding garlic, as if promising not to spread it to the outside world.

Song Feiyu was pinching his grandmother's shoulders, and before he could say anything, he laughed and fell into his grandmother's arms: "Actually, my stomach hurt because I was too nervous. The doctor said, what is that called? Oh, stomach cramps caused by excessive mental stress... ...Ahahahaha...that's really embarrassing..."

Grandpa and grandma also laughed, but they were so sad that they died.It turned out that this girl had stomach cramps because of nervousness to see them, so she finally summoned up her courage and was left out in the cold.

Grandma hugged her soft little body, and loved her indescribably: "Fish, it's because grandpa and grandma are bad that made you sick..."

When Luo Zhan was passing by the door, he happened to hear this passage, and a slight smile appeared on the corner of his lips.Who said that his girl is a tofu scumbag?His girl is astonishingly smart, she knows how to take advantage of the right time, place and people, and she can also pretend to be pitiful to please people.

It seems that the level of grandpa and grandma has been completely passed, and the future is bright and bright.

He returned to his room and turned on his laptop to deal with business.An unread email was popping up, he clicked it lightly, it was Yan Donglian.

The email was like this: Ziyi, think about it, what point am I not as good as Song Feiyu?We have known each other for more than [-] years, and you and her are only a few months.You even said that you want to marry her.Have you ever thought about how I feel?When you mercilessly drove me home in front of Fang's family, you only considered Song Feiyu's feelings.and I?I have loved you for twenty years.I have loved you since I was a child...

Luo Zhan read Yan Donglian's hot love letter with a glance, his face was expressionless, and his emotions were not affected at all.

Just as I was about to delete it, I realized that the last few sentences were no longer an expression of love: Ziyi, I really don’t want to go to this point, you forced me to do so!You will come to me!

Countless exclamation points, so confident.

Luo Zhan stared at the screen for a second, then pressed his finger decisively, and the email was permanently deleted.

(End of this chapter)