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Chapter 235 I Don’t Know How to Name the Fast Transmigration 2
After the commotion last time and Song Mingyue asking Fenghua to go out for dinner, everyone in the theater thought that Fenghua was about to become the son-in-law of the Song family.

So when Song Mingyue went again, everyone defaulted to her as the proprietress, and they all led the way for her, and took Song Mingyue to the backstage dressing room.

When Song Mingyue appeared in the dressing room, Fenghua's hands visibly shook.

The old man who was sitting and letting Fenghua make poses for him hurriedly stepped back.

Fenghua's complexion was not kind, and his glazed eyes were full of repulsion.

"Why are you here?" Feng Hua asked.

Song Mingyue smiled delicately, and said with a sweet smile: "Why, can't you come?"

Feng Hua turned her head away, intentionally avoiding Song Mingyue's eyes.

"Spectators are not allowed to enter the backstage, this is the rule." Feng Hua said.

Song Mingyue didn't care about these things. In the past, she felt that Fenghua was like a god, aloof, but now it seems that Fenghua is also an ordinary person with joys, sorrows and joys.

Now that she and Fenghua have intersected, how could it end here?
Song Mingyue didn't have the air of a woman's reserve, she smiled and said softly to Fenghua: "I'll wait for you outside the arena~"

Fenghua's scalp was numb, and she felt that this woman was too weird.

After Song Mingyue exited the dressing room, everyone behind her was whispering.

"Oh, our owner is blessed~"

"That's right, Miss Song's family is good. Mr. Song has no other sons and daughters, and Mr. Song dotes on her very much. The main reason for our estate is to marry Ms. Song, tsk! That means marrying the entire Song family! "

"That said, but..."

"But what?"

"But our owner is not with Miss Xiaodie..."

"Bah! Don't mention it, can the maid Xiaodie compare with Miss Song?"

……

Song Mingyue walked so fast that she didn't hear about it at all, but Rhubarb, who was cold-faced, listened to it all in silence.

Song Mingyue reserved the lobby, and she was the only one who listened to the plays in the whole theater.

Fenghua on Song Mingyue's stand, her every move is so elegant and noble, Song Mingyue likes it more and more, her eyes can't hide her admiration.

Only Da Huang looked at Feng Hua with a complicated expression.

After Song Mingyue finished listening to the play, she insisted on pulling Fenghua to talk about her family's troubles.

Fenghua couldn't bear Song Mingyue's fuss, so he had to fulfill Song Mingyue's wish. She asked him a question, and he answered it.

Song Mingyue: "Is there a high hall in Boss Feng's house?"

Fenghua: "I have an old mother."

Song Mingyue: "What's the year, Boss Feng?"

Fenghua: "Twenty out of three."

Song Mingyue: "Ah, it's not too young...then...does Boss Feng have a wife at home?"

When Song Mingyue asked about his wife's family, she became excited.

Feng Hua remained expressionless: "There is no..."

Before Fenghua could finish his next words, Song Mingyue happily patted Fenghua's shoulder, wishing he could make friends with Fenghua right now.

Song Mingyue naturally knew that Fenghua had no wife, but she was extremely happy when she heard Fenghua say it himself.

Not having a wife means she has a chance, and besides, Fenghua doesn't hate her very much, either she hates her or likes her, likes her love, and love means that she can be with Fenghua.

Song Mingyue had already imagined a harmonious and happy family scene.

Fenghua patted her arm in disgust, Song Mingyue was also thick-skinned, and her heart was filled with the fact that Fenghua still had no wife.

If Song Mingyue wanted to marry Fenghua, she had to start with Fenghua's mother.

Rhubarb followed behind Song Mingyue, he hesitated to speak.

"Miss..." Da Huang whispered.

Song Mingyue hummed suspiciously.

"Miss, in my humble opinion, Boss Feng doesn't seem to like you that much..." Da Huang reminded.

Song Mingyue turned her head and smiled brightly at Da Huang: "Of course I know."

"However, I don't care if he likes me or not, and I don't care if the twisted melon is sweet or not. I just want to twist the melon off and taste it."

"Even if it's not sweet, I can eat it with sauce."

"What's more, I believe that sincerity can be exchanged for sincerity. As long as I work hard, he will like me."

Song Mingyue was full of confidence.

Da Huang twitched the corners of his lips, obviously displeased: "Miss..."

Song Mingyue slapped Da Huang's arm violently: "Don't worry! Although your lady and I have a bad reputation as a dude, you should know what I am really like after you have been with me for eight years."

Da Huang certainly knew what kind of person his young lady was.

The young lady of his family looks like a dandy, but she is actually warm-hearted, kind, smart and brave.

If it wasn't for Song Mingyue's kindness, he might still have no fixed place to live, let alone practice martial arts and read and write.

"Rhubarb, I know you are doing it for my own good. I like Fenghua. I have liked Fenghua since a long time ago. I have missed him for so many years."

"Isn't it an opportunity to meet now?"

Song Mingyue looked at him longingly, her eyes were full of joy.

Da Huang pursed her lips: "Okay, as long as Miss likes it, that's fine..."

Speaking of Fenghua, he still remembered that noon a few years ago.

Fenghua is not from the city, but I heard that he is an actor from some corner outside the city.

Fenghua and his mother were both actors, humble and humble.

It may be that the old lady brought her son to the city to set up this theater as soon as she was old enough to save money.

On the day when the theater opened, all the people in the village went to the streets to play.

Because it was an auspicious day, they even bumped into another funeral procession.

The funeral procession was not someone else's family, but the Song family. Song Mingyue's mother passed away.

On the day Song Mingyue's mother was buried, she happened to meet someone from the theater playing a play.

The street is very lively because of the play in the theater.

The crowds coming and going surrounded the street, so it was inconvenient for the Song family to carry the coffin out.

Just when everyone in the Song Mansion was at a loss what to do, Fenghua stood up.

Fenghua was very majestic that day, pretending to be a god, just like a gentle and jade-like immortal descending to earth.

Feng Hua kept silent, and led the people from the theater to a remote place, so that the spectators on the street made a way.

The embarrassing situation of overcrowding was resolved, and Fenghua also sang a song of loving mother in front of Song's mother's grave in order to comfort the souls of the deceased.

Since then, Song Mingyue has looked at Fenghua differently.

She has been secretly in love with her for several years and cherishes Fenghua's portrait.

During this period, she watched Fenghua make the opera house bigger, from a humble opera actor to the boss Feng praised by everyone.

The more Song Mingyue thought about it, the happier she became. She always felt that this opportunity was because God wanted them to be together.

Song Mingyue had an idea and asked Dahuang to buy a lot of things. She was going to visit Fenghua's mother.

Fenghua's mother is already in her 60s.

Song Mingyue went to Feng Mansion with precious supplements and rare treasures.

Before coming here, she had already sent someone to find out the old lady's preferences.

The old lady didn't realize it at first, but when Song Mingyue's face was flushed and she took a mouthful of Boss Feng, the old lady had a clear mind and understood instantly.

But the old lady didn't seem so happy.

Not only was the old lady unhappy, but the little girl beside the old lady was also unhappy.

"Girl, go and make another pot of tea." The old lady said.

The little maid whispered, and before leaving, she timidly raised her head and glanced at Song Mingyue.

The old lady took Song Mingyue to a seat and looked Song Mingyue up and down.

"Girl, what's your name?" the old lady asked.

Song Mingyue smiled, pointed to the sky, and said, "This junior's surname is Song and his name is Mingyue."

The old lady muttered to herself: "Mingyue... Mingyue..." Then, the old lady took a deep breath, "Is it the daughter of a rich merchant in the city, that Mingyue?"

Song Mingyue nodded, the old lady's hands trembled, and she said repeatedly: "No, no, no, my family's Hua'er is not good enough for the young lady, and the young lady should think better of Xu Fang."

Song Mingyue was puzzled and asked, "Why?"

The old lady sighed: "Since ancient times, we have been paying attention to the right family. The girl's family is so rich. If there is any result, I am afraid that Hua'er will have to marry."

"Hua'er is the only seedling in our Feng family. We can't lose our blood here in Hua'er. All future children will follow the surname of Song."

Song Mingyue frowned when she heard the words: "It's not necessary to get married, this matter can be discussed."

The old lady still refused: "What you say is not counted on the order of the parents and the words of the matchmaker."

Song Mingyue gritted her teeth when she heard the words, and said goodbye to the old lady, saying that she was going home to discuss with the old man.

When Song Mingyue told the old man that she would get married, the stepmother was overjoyed, and she couldn't wait for it.

In this way, the water splashed by the married daughter, and the wealth that the old man has worked hard for half his life, don't they belong to her Dugu family?
The old man obviously thought of this, and he didn't agree to anything.

"No, this matter is not negotiable."

Song Mingyue pouted, hugged the old man's arms and said coquettishly: "Dad! Daddy! Good daddy!"

The old man turned his face sideways, he wouldn't eat the soft ones.

Song Mingyue failed at one plan, but came up with another plan.

If the old man refuses to eat softly, then she will come hard.

Song Mingyue locked herself in the bedroom, and no one was allowed to enter, without eating or drinking, for three consecutive days.

The old man had no choice but to fulfill Song Mingyue's wish.

The moment Song Mingyue opened the door, her complexion was ruddy and shiny, and the corners of her mouth were still slightly greasy. Only then did the old man know that he had been tricked.

But what he said, he couldn't keep his word.

What's more, he was terrified of Song Mingyue being another moth.

The old man agreed, and was pushed and shoved by Song Mingyue to Feng's mansion that day.

The old lady of the Feng Mansion refused to agree at first, but was infected by the enthusiasm of the Song Mansion.

In this way, the matter between Song Mingyue and Fenghua was settled, and it was considered a marriage.

The old man didn't ask for half of Fenghua's gift, but he prepared a lot of dowry for Song Mingyue.

Even Fenghua didn't expect that he would marry a wife in a hurry.

If the old lady didn't force her to die, he would definitely not have married Song Mingyue.

Song Mingyue was dressed in red that day, she was so beautiful.

Song Mingyue was full of joy, and worshiped Fenghua, Tiandi and Gaotang, and she and Fenghua also had the name of husband and wife.

But on the night of their wedding, she and Fenghua were no longer husband and wife.

Song Mingyue sat in front of the bed, motionless, until she heard a squeak, she was full of energy and had a good posture.

"Miss……"

What hits my ears is not the sound of Fenghua, but the sound of rhubarb.

Song Mingyue lifted off the red hijab, and she frowned: "Why are you?"

Da Huang hesitated to speak: "Young master is drunk."

Song Mingyue was just about to say that she should go to her room when she was drunk, but Rhubarb didn't give her a chance, and then said: "Young master has gone..."

Song Mingyue was confused: "Where did you go?"

Da Huang's complexion was tangled, and finally he sighed softly, and said: "I went to the old lady's place, maybe... I won't be back tonight, miss, you should go to bed early..."

Song Mingyue was very disappointed when she heard the words, Fenghua went to the old lady's place drunk, she couldn't possibly go to arrest people at night just to consummate the marriage with her husband, right?
"Forget it, let's talk about it tomorrow."

Song Mingyue threw Dahuang out, and she sulked at Hongzhu and Xibed by herself.

That night, Song Mingyue couldn't sleep all night, and didn't fall asleep until the early morning when he was tired.

Besides Song Mingyue Sleepless, so was Rhubarb.

Rhubarb stood guard outside the wedding room all night.

The next day, Song Mingyue was woken up by the noise of maids sweeping the courtyard outside.

Song Mingyue slept until three o'clock in the morning. She yawned and walked out of the room.

The maid cleaning the yard outside looked at her with awe and pity.

Song Mingyue was puzzled, and she was not allowed to ask, so Da Huang came early with a bag.

"Miss, drink some porridge to moisten your stomach." Rhubarb cooked her favorite porridge with preserved egg and lean meat.

After Song Mingyue woke up, she only thought about her husband, so how could she have any appetite?

"Fenghua... Oh no, where's your husband?" Song Mingyue's eyes were filled with anticipation.

Rhubarb replied dully: "Go to Xizhuang."

Song Mingyue let out a disappointment.

She has never seen Fenghua since she visited the church yesterday.

Fenghua is hungover, and she rushed to the opera house today, which is really hardworking.

"never mind……"

"Rhubarb, can you teach me how to make ginger tea?" Song Mingyue asked suddenly.

Song Mingyue went to Huaichun Tower to get drunk since she was a child, and it was the ginger tea that Rhubarb took care of her and brewed for her.

Song Mingyue knew the craftsmanship of rhubarb, so she thought that she would boil ginger tea and send it to Fenghua to the opera house.

First, it would be good to let Fenghua know that he will have a caring daughter-in-law after getting married.

The second is to let everyone know that she and Fenghua are husband and wife, and those onlookers will not be able to miss her in the future.

Rhubarb's expression was not good when he heard the words, but he could only obey.

Rhubarb taught Song Mingyue how to make ginger tea. This was the first time he saw Song Mingyue so serious.

Song Mingyue looked at the ginger tea with satisfaction. She put the ginger tea into a food box and brought some pastries.

Just after Song Mingyue arrived at the Xizhuang full of joy, the people in the Xizhuang actually told her that Fenghua did not go to the Xizhuang.

Song Mingyue's heart sank. She heard Xiaodie's name amidst everyone's talking.

"Xiaodie? Who is this Xiaodie, and what does it have to do with my husband?" Song Mingyue looked at everyone.

Everyone pushed me to cover up, and they stopped talking.

Song Mingyue's eyes seemed to burst into flames, she turned her head to look at Rhubarb.

"Dahuang, find out who this Xiaodie is!" Song Mingyue was a little angry.

Da Huang was silent at first, and then said: "Is Xiaodie the old lady's personal maid, or..."

Song Mingyue looked pale and asked, "What else?"

Dahuang hesitated and then said: "He is still Boss Feng's favorite and childhood sweetheart."

When Song Mingyue heard this, the food box in her hand fell to the ground with a bang.

She thought that since Fenghua had no wife, he would have no lover, but she never thought that Fenghua not only had a lover, but also his childhood sweetheart.

Song Mingyue's chest rose and fell violently, and she said, "Let's go, let's go to Fenghua, this melon, I have to twist it!"

There was a hint of distress in Dahuang's eyes: "Boss Feng and Xiaodie, last night... ran away overnight."

Song Mingyue felt out of breath and her mind became confused, and she passed out.

Da Huang picked her up steadily, he knew that it would be a big blow to her that the newlywed husband ran away on the wedding night.

But, it's true.

Fenghua pretended to be drunk last night, but he didn't go to his and Song Mingyue's wedding room, but...

(End of this chapter)