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

Chapter 230 Gu Lingyuan: Feng Zhiting looks good

"Mom and Dad, why did you come to pick up the Moon Tower?" Fu Xiuyao was surprised by this, because their parents rarely took them out because of what happened back then.

"Feihua is going to participate in the competition next Saturday. She is currently in special training and has little time to go home. It just so happens that I am free today, so we will meet for dinner." Gu Lingyuan explained.

"That's how it is." So today's "encounter" was created.

A group of people came to the large private room, facing the huge round table, Fu Chengjun found that the seat was a problem worth noting.

You can't let a wild man sit by your daughter's side.

Fu Yougui was the first to pull out the chair and sit down, playing with the things on the table.

He walked to Fu Xiuyao's side, brought her who was puzzled to the chair, and said kindly: "Xiuyao, sit down."

She saw her father's thoughts and sat down obediently. Fu Chengjun quickly sat beside her, turned around and gave Gu Lingyuan a wink, hinting her to come over quickly.

Gu Lingyuan understood, smiled and walked to the seat on the other side of Fu Xiuyao, turned her head to look at Feng Zhiting again, and said, "Come and sit."

Fu Chengjun's face darkened, he even forgot that his wife likes this kind of man.

Gu Lingyuan likes brave and mature people, especially high-cold people, of course it's just their looks, after all, his wife loves a gentle and friendly person like him, and this iceberg-like face doesn't look like a good person at first glance.

Feng Zhiting also noticed that his mother was obviously friendlier than his father at the beginning, so he sat upright after sitting down, quietly, without any other actions.

He knew that at the beginning he had the right to decide his feelings for her, as long as he accepted him at the beginning, he would have nothing to worry about.

The question is how should he get along with her family?

He has no family members, let alone the company of his elders, and the memories of his parents still living in his childhood are increasingly blurred. He really doesn't know how to get along with his parents in the first place.

Fu Chengjun maintained a high level of vigilance, trying to identify Feng Zhiting's personality by observing his attitude.

Gu Lingyuan was paying attention to Fu Xiuyao, and she found that her daughter didn't pay attention to Feng Zhiting's affairs at all.

Fu Xiuyao knew that her father had always been nervous about her interpersonal relationships, and he never wanted her to have contact with strangers, but he also hoped that she would expand her social circle.

Fu Feihua looked at the people on the table curiously, as if everyone on the table had their own thoughts.

She secretly looked at the man brought by her sister. Being able to be so close with her sister, it seems that he has a good chance of being in the top position.

When eating lunch, except for Fu Chengjun, everyone else ate very freely.

Fu Xiuyao found that his father, who always liked to talk at the dinner table, miraculously did not make a speech today. It seems that his father's mind was not on eating today.

Fu Chengjun gritted his teeth secretly, why could this Feng Zhiting be so calm? Didn't he show something in front of him?

Could it be that this person actually treats his daughter like an ordinary friend, and everything is directed and acted by himself?

Fu Chengjun, who was in a bad mood, was grinding his teeth. Seeing Feng Zhiting tasting the food gracefully, the food on his table became more and more unpalatable.

Really angry.

How could he accept that his daughter was looking for a boyfriend before she had been with him for long?

He took a long breath, trying to relax himself.

With a hand on his back, his heart suddenly settled down.

He turned his head and saw that it was indeed his wife who was calming him down.

Gu Lingyuan's gentle and beautiful smile is his reassurance, giving him the greatest comfort during the most difficult period of his business.

He didn't say anything, just hoped that this lunch time would be over quickly.

(End of this chapter)