Chapter 847

"Have you forgotten? Nosebleed, you shed nosebleed, or I wipe it for you! " For fear that the other party's impression is not deep enough, Feng Zhongyuan takes out a piece of paper from his backpack and throws it directly on Song Yang's face. According to the strength of yesterday, Song Yang retreats in a moment of panic, and some terrible memories come back. He doesn't have nosebleed now, so it's hard to guarantee that she won't wipe her nosebleed again.

Song Yang quickly made a stop gesture, "don't come forward, I remember, I all remember." He has a sore nose when he sees Feng Yuanman now.

Does he remember himself?

Feng satisfactorily a small excited, did not think that he likes the boy still remember himself.

She quickly patted her chest, "my name is Feng Zhongyuan. I'm so glad you remember me."

He couldn't remember. With his round body and thick hands, it was very difficult for him to forget.

Dongfang Zhao asked, "perfect, you know him!"

The fifth read a look at Song Yang, think of last night perfect and his acquaintance, see perfect this little girl, naturally is spring heart sprouted.

"Well, well, he's very nice. Yesterday I hit his nose and bled. He wasn't angry with me."

Dongfang Zhao is speechless. Is that ok? My cousin has no requirement for the definition of good.

Song Yang dry smile twice, "go, sister-in-law, let's go home!"

Sister in law?

Feng Huanyuan's head turns quickly. From his previous words, he can guess the relationship between the two people. It seems that the relationship is very close. He suddenly admires his determination to stay in the origin. Maybe he will have a chance to meet him in the future.

"I don't know your name yet?"

Song Yang is absolutely in the face of the fifth read, just reported his name, "Song Yang!"

Being able to know the name of the boy he likes, Feng Yuanyuan danced happily, "I'm so sorry that I hit your nose and bleed. I'll invite you to dinner again when I have a chance." Feng Zhongyuan is not a fool. At this time, he will certainly refuse to make an appointment with himself. If the date is set in the future, he may promise himself for the sake of procrastination.

Sure enough, Song Yang nodded, "let's talk about it later!"

Feng Yuanman's chubby little face is white and pink. If she is thin, she may be a peerless beauty. After all, her brother Feng Jingrong is a little feminine. As a sister of the same father and mother, she can't be too bad, but she has been drowned by fat these years.

"Then I'll take you as a promise. If you and your sister-in-law want to go home, I won't disturb you!"

Hearing that Feng Zhongyuan called his sister-in-law again, the fifth thought cast a look of teasing.

Staring at Feng Yuanman, his face turned red, his head lowered and he muttered in a low voice, "I still think it's more kind to call my sister-in-law, don't you think?"

Fifth read slightly raised the corner of the mouth, "how do you say how right, just a name, you call me what I like. But I really have to go first. It's too late to go home. My husband will be really worried. Let your cousin take you home. Don't read your spare time. Let him take you for a few days and then arrange work! "

"Yes, sister-in-law!"

"Song Yang, let's go first!"

Song Yang nodded, turned around and accelerated a few steps. He was afraid that Feng Gaoyuan would be excited again and bleed himself again. No wonder he thought so. The main reason was that she was too powerful and had been beaten. He felt painful when he thought about it.

Since Feng Yuanyuan met Song Yang in military uniform, her heart has fallen on him. What she looks forward to most every day is to see him again. But since that day, she found that she had never seen Song Yang again.

Although there is no male god, Feng Zhongyuan is still full of energy for the work here. Master wunian is very funny. Brother Chaoyang, who comes here occasionally, is very enthusiastic, and he will answer her one by one if he doesn't understand. Although brother Luoyue is sometimes very cold, his nature is just like that. Occasionally, there is another elder brother Yuan who shows up from time to time and makes himself very depressed. Master Wu Nian also said that he should not ask more questions and do his own work well.

The origin is really a gathering of handsome men, her favorite one is the most perfect.

After seven days of training, Feng Guanyuan was able to work alone to sell the urn. At first, everyone thought that it would be very difficult for her to sell the urn. Who would have thought that she sold the most expensive urn in her first business, plus the service of doing things all the way behind her, making a net profit of nearly a million.

This kind of historical question, the fifth thought asks, does not read, how does the consummation achieve?

Don't read is the corner of the mouth a draw, hum two, "that fat wench accompany that old man cry for an afternoon, the family is not bad money, who good intention refuse."

The fifth reading is speechless. It turns out that the urn can still be sold like this. He pokes Dongfang Zhao beside him and says, "learning to be successful will create such a good income for me. If you can't do anything else, you'll go away for me immediately. I don't want to raise idle people."

Dongfang Zhao shrinks his neck and talks well. How did he get here. "The old lady will be buried this afternoon. I will follow Qingfeng to learn her skills." Maybe I can be Mr. Yin Yang in the future.If fifth Nian knew what he was thinking, he would tell them, Sao Nian, what kind of Mr. Yin and Yang do you have in your family. "Perfect, watch the store, I'll go up and tidy up my baby!"

"Sister in law, you can rest assured to give it to me!"

Sheng Dong sits in the car and looks at the materials handed to him by his assistant. He has a wonderful memory. He can read ten lines at a glance and never forget them. He has read all the great achievements of the fifth year.

Looking out at the European style building through the window glass, he wanted to pursue his brother's sister. He couldn't find anyone, so he had to approach the fifth year first.

Light frown asks a way, "this is the store of the fifth read?"