The Seventh Bride of President

Bear suddenly remembered: "young master, when Miss Mo rescued me at the entrance of the alley and gave me back the silver, there was a man with her.

It's just that the situation was urgent and I was afraid that I didn't see their faces clearly.

That day, the man was...

if the man walking in the ancient Qingshiban alley with Mo Lingwei under an oil paper umbrella was Feng Shaojin, what would he family be?

He Jingshu's existence is just a product driven by the interests of Fenghe and his family.

"If Feng Shaojin is a little mean, he Jingshu will not be able to enter the door of he's house now." He Wenhao sneered: "if you had another man, you might have accepted the marriage of the he family. When you have the power, you can kick the he family away."

...

Gong Su only felt that his finger bone was about to be pinched and broken by Feng Shaojin, so he pulled out his hand from Feng Shaojin's palm after several times.

Mo Lingwei stands in front of the two people who are facing each other. She feels that she is standing like a needle. She politely blesses Feng Shaojin, turns around and goes to the direction of the guest room.

"Miss Mok." Feng Shaojin called to her: "ten days later, there will be a charity dinner in Feng's family, and Miss Mo will appreciate it."

Gong Su swore that his sovereignty was general: "Young Marshal Feng can rest assured that he will go with Ling Wei."

Feng Shaojin: ---

the radian of Feng Shaojin's lips became bigger and bigger, which aroused a bloodthirsty smile.

His eyes are like sharp blades staring at Mo Lingwei's back. Until the door of the guest room is closed, Feng Shaojin turns to find Mo Lingyuan under the guidance of Mu Qing.

Feng Yichen finally took the time to come over: "brother, tomorrow is the last day of this year, father Shuai is still waiting for you to go back to the reunion dinner."

Feng Shaojin leaned against the window and looked at the dark sky, "Yichen, do you think it will snow tonight?"

"Yes." Feng Yichen's head was full of new prescriptions, and he said casually: "brother, xiaoyixian is worthy of xiaoyixian, and the medical skill is really far above me."

"You've been living with Mohist people these days, haven't you?"

"Yes, help the little medical fairy copy medical books."

"So, you must have seen Ling Wei for a long time."

Feng Yichen:....

Feng Shaojin returns to the table, picks up the invitation written on the table and gives it to Feng Yichen: "give this invitation to Ling Wei. On the day of the charity dinner, be sure to invite her over."

Feng Yichen:...

Feng Yichen instinctively wants to refuse.

"I ordered you to raise money. If the amount is less than 500000 Liang, you will make up for the less part." Feng Shaojin's voice is cold: "do you have any objection?"

If there is any objection, Feng Yichen certainly does.

Not to mention 500000 taels, he can't even raise 200000 taels of silver.

The people of these big families are usually rich in delicacies and delicacies. They specialize in making money from national calamities. When it comes to making these people spit out their money, they will cry more and more miserably.

What's the difference between asking these people to donate money and cutting off their flesh?

If only tens of thousands of taels of silver were raised at that time, he would not be able to raise the remaining hundreds of thousands of taels of silver even if he sold them.

Feng Yichen grabs his ears and says: "brother, is the amount of money too high?"

"So Ben Shuai asked you to invite Miss Mo to come here and let her help you." Feng Shaojin stares at Feng Yichen coldly: "you can also say that she can't come as usual, as long as you can bear the consequences that she can't come."

Feng Yichen, "...

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