Fang Duan glanced at Wen Qingqing, then looked at Feng Jiao with some reluctance, and the feeling of loss in her eyes was beyond words.

It was obvious that he was wondering why the person he was on a blind date was not this beautiful girl. Why did his friend introduce his sister to him?

His friend Wen Zhilong is obviously handsome, but why is his sister... very hard to describe.

Unexpectedly, the god of heaven opened the door when he created Wen Zhilong, but forgot to leave a window for his sister...

Wen Qingqing raised her head and looked at Feng Jiao for a while, then lowered her head in shame.

With Ling Yuan's intimidating gaze, Fang Duan felt a lot of pressure: "Sorry, I recognized the wrong person just now..."

As he said, he moved the road aside and let Ling Yuan and the others pass.

Although Fang Duan did not meet Wen Qingqing at first sight, out of politeness, he still invited his friend's sister to sit down at the teahouse and order a pot of tea.

Feng Jiao and the others did not take this little episode seriously, and walked into the elegant room of the teahouse, savored tea and chatted in it, and spent two leisurely quarters of an hour.

When they left, the brother of Miss Wen Qingqing, Wen Zhilong, also came to the teahouse and was drinking tea with Fang Duan and Wen Qingqing.

Wen Zhilong had a cheerful smile on his face, and looked at his sister and friends. He didn't know what he said, which made the girl's heartbroken Wen Qingqing blush and lowered her head.

Feng Jiao was full of joy of visiting the night market with the person she liked, so naturally she didn't notice it. When they were about to leave, Fang Duan looked at her with her lips pursed.

She didn't pay attention, and suddenly a big hand came from behind her and grabbed her little hand. It was Ling Yuan who was eager to swear sovereignty: "Look at you, don't run too fast, it's not good to be lost after a while."

The little white tiger Cangxue, who was held in Yun Shen's arms, added at the right time: "Yes. Didn't your mother say that you can't run around the street? It would be better if you hold hands with your father, you can't get lost!"

"You little guy, I'm not a child anymore, why are you lost?" Feng Jiao burst out laughing.

Looking at the girl's bright smile like the drunken sun of a begonia, Fang Duan subconsciously bit her lower lip.

I really didn't expect that the girl who looked only sixteen or seventeen years old was already married and even her children could leave and talk.

No wonder he blocked the beautiful girl's way and asked her if she was here for a blind date. The man next to her would be so angry. It turned out that he was her husband.

Alas, why did such a beautiful woman get married so early? She didn't give him a chance to meet her.

Capturing Fang Duan's obviously dim eyes, Ling Yuan couldn't help but curl the corners of his lips.

Tsk, the little white tiger performed well today.

He decided to wait and see someone selling chicken legs in the night market, he must buy one and add chicken legs to the little white tiger!

Feng Jiao didn't notice Fang Duan at all, and let Ling Yuan hold her hand, chat and laugh with everyone, and walked towards the night market.

Seeing the crowds of people not far ahead from afar, Feng Jiao knew that their destination, the night market in Mingzhu City, had arrived.

The ground of this street is paved with bluestone, and tall banyan trees are planted on both sides of the road...
Chapter completed!