On the wedding night, the ugly wife turned into a beautiful president shocked the whole network

Should it be expected?

Uncle Mang, who was watching the changes quietly, pondered in his heart.

Ever since Jiang Feng declined the black card that he had given him that day, he could see that the man in front of him was unruly hidden in the spring breeze!
Jiang Feng is definitely not a thing in the pool, nor will he be imprisoned by others!

The head of the family must not be too surprised, right?After all, everything that happened that day has been truthfully reported to the Patriarch.

Nan Tianxiong picked up the tea on the table and took a sip.

"Young man, are you sure? If this is just a matter of whim, the old man advises you to think twice."

"Do not."

Jiang Feng shook his head: "It's better to say, this is my bottom line."

"Oh?"

Nan Tianxiong glanced at Jiang Feng meaningfully, but didn't say anything after all.

In the following time, the right to speak was between Nan Tianxiong and Jiang Feng. The two sometimes confronted each other, and sometimes talked freely. From Nan Leyao's weight loss plan, they talked about a series of hidden dangers in the Holiland Group.

No matter how tricky Nan Tianxiong's questions were, Jiang Feng could always answer them fluently, and with his vicious opinions, he gave almost perfect explanations.

Even Uncle Mang was secretly surprised.

If there is really some kind of "aura" in people's body.

So now, Jiang Feng's aura is not at all inferior, and he even looks domineering!

It has only been half a month since the marriage meeting. How much has this kid grown? !
At this moment, Nan Tianxiong's inner turmoil was no weaker than Uncle Mang's.

After more than half an hour of discussion, honestly speaking...

From this young man, he saw a kind of maturity that shouldn't belong to this age!
A comprehensive view of the overall situation, a gentle gentleman's demeanor, a well-regulated advance and retreat, and a well-rounded rhetoric strategy...

How can these be possessed without floating and sinking in the world of mortals for decades?

But Jiang Feng was only in his 20s!

Incredible, really incredible!

Such a person, even if he has nothing now, Nan Tianxiong is sure: ten years later, no, it may only take three years, and he will occupy a place in Fengdu!
Gradually, Nan Tianxiong's tone changed.

He no longer deliberately pressed Jiang Feng's head, and no longer talked to him as an elder.

Instead, he was more focused and enjoyed facing this future son-in-law of the Nan family!
That's right, before he knew it, Jiang Feng had already gained the approval of the picky Nan Tianxiong through his own strength!

"Grandpa's rigid face seems to be gradually relieved?"

Nan Leyao, who was good at observing words and expressions, sat beside Jiang Feng and noticed the clues in Nan Tianxiong's expression.

Mo, could it be?

An idea that made her heart beat faster was active in her mind!

Grandpa, have you accepted Jiang Feng?
If that's the case... Then his marriage with Jiang Feng is a certainty!

Just when she was secretly happy from ear to ear, a "cuckoo" broke the atmosphere.

Uh... Nan Leyao blushed immediately.

How could this stomach be so unbelievable? !
"Cuckoo..."

An abrupt sound broke the happy atmosphere of Jiang Feng and Nan Tianxiong's discussion.

For a moment, the eyes of the three present, including Uncle Mang, quietly focused on the source of the sound...

Nan Leyao hurriedly covered her belly: "No, this, this is because..."

In desperation, she stuttered again, faltering because she couldn't explain clearly.

"It's just hungry, what's there to hide?"

Jiang Feng subconsciously rubbed Nan Leyao's head.

"Le Yao, it's rare to be at home, didn't you have a good meal?"

Nan Tianxiong also expressed concern majestically.

"No idea……"

Nan Leyao showed her face reluctantly, and stuck out her tongue: "His stomach has long been abducted by Jiang Feng's craftsmanship."

The implication was that if Jiang Feng didn't cook the food himself, he wouldn't be able to eat anything.

Hearing this, it was Jiang Feng who was the first to show worry: "Idiot, you didn't eat anything from the bowl of pumpkin porridge I cooked, did you?!"

Nan Leyao also knew that her words were too much, so she hurriedly waved her hands to change her words: "Yes, not necessarily, ordinary porridge is still drinkable."

"How about that?"

Jiang Feng was still very worried and frowned.

"Hee hee, I'm sorry, it won't be the next time."

"What if, if I'm not around next time I have an urgent matter, you won't abuse yourself like this again, will you?"

"Abusive, abuse or something, it's too much to say;" Nan Leyao curled her lips, buried her whole body sideways into Jiang Feng's arms, and said coquettishly: "Anyway, as long as you want to go in the future, no matter the ends of the world , I will go with you~"

"What if it's going up the mountain of swords and down into the sea of ​​fire?"

"Then I will go with you too!"

"Stupid or not, why would I take you with me in that kind of place?"

"No no no..."

Looking at his precious granddaughter flirting in front of him without any scruples, you are thick and I am thick, to be honest, Nan Tianxiong feels a little uncomfortable.

But there is no way, the female college is going to get married, and I want to protect her forever, and I also hope that she will have a belonging of her own sooner.

This day, after all, is coming.

"Okay, okay, my stomach is growling and I still have the mind to mess around here?"

Jiang Feng scratched Nan Leyao's little Qiong's nose, and cursed softly.

After finishing speaking, his gaze returned to Nan Tianxiong: "Has Mr. Nan had lunch? If you don't mind, please borrow the kitchen of the family house, and please comment on my cooking skills."

"Oh?"

Nan Tianxiong was also interested in this, so he nodded.

"Le Yao also come to help me?"

Jiang Feng cast a meaningful look at Nan Leyao.

"Hey, grandpa, let me show you my Jiang Feng's craftsmanship~"

The two quickly came to Nan's kitchen.

No matter in terms of area or function, this place is far better than the villa in Nan Le Yao.

As a chef, Jiang Feng instinctively developed a desire to cook.

Seeing this, the chefs in the kitchen quit voluntarily, leaving only Jiang Feng and Nan Leyao behind.

"Le Yao, next, I want to make a special dish."

"Oh?"

"A dish that can determine the direction of the wedding half a month later."

"Really?"

"Well, after dealing with the turmoil on the Internet in the past two days, I gathered all the special ingredients I need by the way."

After all, several sealed glass jars suddenly appeared in Jiang Feng's hand.

"If this dish is successful, after half a month, you will be able to return to the beautiful appearance of a few years ago, I promise you!"

In the blink of an eye, two weeks seemed like a fleeting moment.