The scumbag's little ancestor hasn't fallen off the horse

Chapter 173 You Have the Taste of a Patriarch

A middle-aged man closest to Fu Chengjun said to him: "This is your hidden baby girl, she really looks like Sister Gu, she is so beautiful."

Someone next to him immediately echoed, "Yes, old Fu, you are so lucky to have such a beautiful and smart daughter, we old classmates are jealous."

"Old Fu, my son is still single, do you understand what I mean?"

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After hearing this, Fu Chengjun laughed, his eyes full of pride, he pulled Fu Xiuyao who was approaching, and introduced to her some classmates and friends around him one by one.

Fu Xiuyao nodded politely, "Hi Uncle, Auntie."

"What a polite child." They praised with a smile.

She always had a faint smile on her face, and she didn't feel tired from dealing with these people, and her gentle eyebrows and eyes always carried a peaceful atmosphere.

A light blue long dress made her look more elegant and gentle. Standing in this noisy environment, she unknowingly became a beautiful scenery.

Fu Chengjun and Gu Lingyuan always greeted some old friends they haven't seen for many years with smiles on their faces, and greeted their mentors back then, feeling a little tired unknowingly.

"Hi, Chairman Fu, sit down quickly, the ceremony is about to begin." Principal Ouyang Yu came over after seeing Fu Chengjun, with a pleasant smile, but he looked a little naive in a formal suit today.

Ouyang Yu was slightly surprised when he saw Fu Xiuyao, he couldn't believe that this person was Fu Xiuyao.

His impression of Fu Xiuyao was still that of the arrogant, conceited, oh no, cold and confident look when he applied for honorary students.

Is this gentle and elegant girl like a pure and lovely sister next door Fu Xiuyao?Are you sure it's not Fu Xiuyao's twin sister?
"Okay, Principal Ouyang."

"Hi principal." Gu Lingyuan also greeted Ouyang Yu.

Ouyang Yu looked at Gu Lingyuan, who was somewhat similar to Fu Xiuyao, and wondered how could there be such a gentle woman.

He glanced at Fu Xiuyao who had a faint smile on his lips, and felt that her elegant and gentle face, which had been inherited from his mother, was full of deception.

All the seats were arranged and special volunteers brought special guests in. Fu Chengjun and Gu Lingyuan were taken to sit in the first row, and Fu Xiuyao was taken to another seat.

Not long after she sat down, Wen Jianming was brought over by volunteers.

Wen Jianming looked at Fu Xiuyao's extremely familiar face and fell into thought, why is this person so similar to the beginning?
No, it seems that she is a little different from the beginning.

Not right, what did it look like in the beginning?

Feeling Wen Jianming's direct and burning gaze, Fu Xiuyao felt helpless in his heart.

The people in the Feng family are all weirdos.

She remembered that when she left Feng's family, Wen Jianming had been transferred to Country M to handle affairs for two months, so he probably didn't know about her departure yet.

She sat dignifiedly, her black hair was not messy behind her, and she looked at the stage with a pair of gentle peach blossom eyes.

Wen Jianming sat next to her, squinting his eyes, always feeling that something was wrong.

Suddenly, he came to her side, sniffed her arm with his nose, then raised his head to meet her gentle smiling eyes with a hint of puzzlement, with firm eyes, he said with certainty: "You are the first time."

Fu Xiuyao: ...

Brother, are you a canine?

Wen Jianming saw that the corners of her mouth twitched, and became even more determined, "You are the first time."

"Where did you come to the conclusion?" Fu Xiuyao chuckled.

Under her smiling gaze, Wen Jianming paused and said: "You smell like a patriarch."

Fu Xiuyao: ...

You really are a canine, bro.

She and Feng Zhiting hadn't seen each other for several days, and even if they met, they didn't stay together. For so many days, she took a bath and changed clothes every day. How did Wen Jianming smell Feng Zhiting?
Also, what kind of smell could Feng Zhiting have on him, could it be the smell of high-end custom-made laundry detergent?
(End of this chapter)