The vegetative husband wakes up to be pampered

As the host of this party, Xue Ning'er soon took Feng Qingqing and others to receive Song Yanyi.

Walking in front of Song Yan and the others, Xue Ning'er smiled brightly, "Finally, I have hoped for the arrival of Prince Song."

Song Yan curled his lips into a smile, "How could there be no me in such a lively place?"

His eyes fell on the woman next to Xue Ning'er, and he was directly shocked.

This is a character only on TV, right?

Song Yan raised his hand and pointed at Feng Qingqing beside Xue Ning'er.

"Miss Xue, where did you find it? Why do you still have a sense of age?"

A group of people couldn't help laughing, so they started whispering, nothing more than mocking Feng Qingqing's words.

Feng Qingqing had expected this a long time ago, but accepted it frankly.

These people are nothing more than judging people by their appearance, and only Li Zixi has never said a word about her appearance.

And even Jingyan is the same.

That's upbringing, unlike these people, who started to verbally attack her appearance and clothes before they got in touch with her.

Xue Ning'er glanced at Feng Qingqing beside her, and frowned slightly.

"Prince Song, this is my friend, Feng Qingqing."

"Feng Qingqing?"

Song Yanyi sized her up with disgust, and suddenly realized.

"Could this be the woman who was hunted by Mrs. Li? Mrs. Li?"

Xue Ning'er nodded, "That's right, now Feng Qingqing is my friend, with me covering her, you don't want to bully her."

She had an arrogant look on her face, as if she was Feng Qingqing's best friend.

Yun Zhimiao and the others frowned.

Song Yan sneered, "That old man Li Jinghan is so miserable? After all, he is also a well-known figure in Lingcheng, and he is also known as the number one nobleman, and he married such an ugly woman in the end? Mrs. Li is quite cruel to her son. Yes!"

A young man following Song Yanyi heard Song Yanyi's words and also made a sound.

"If it were me, I would rather die than marry. Poor Li Jinghan, now I can only lie down and be a vegetable, it's better to die."

Xue Ning'er couldn't hear anyone dismissing Li Jinghan like this, and immediately became angry.

"Who are you, who made you talk like that?"

Seeing Xue Ninger's arrogance, the man didn't speak any more.

Feng Qingqing is a little speechless, Li Jinghan is 29 years old this year.

Strictly speaking, the 29th birthday has not yet passed.

For a man at this age, he is still very young. How come Song Yanyi has become a bad old man?

Does Li Jinghan know about this?

She couldn't help laughing, "You are Song Yanyi. I think our Jing Han is prettier than you, and he is only a few years older than you. Why do you call him a bad old man?"

Song Yanyi looked disgusted, "It's so ugly! Return your Jinghan, if he wakes up and finds that he married such an ugly woman, he will die immediately."

Then he looked at Xue Ning'er with a provocative look on his face, "Don't you like that bad old man Li Jinghan the most? Why are you willing to surrender now? Why are you pretending to be a good sister with this woman? You don't mean to harm her!"

Xue Ning'er's face turned cold, "What nonsense are you talking about, Song Yanyi, today is a small party I'm holding, you should give me some face, just come and have fun together, don't pick on anyone."

Worried that they would quarrel and hurt her face, Xue Ning'er simply took Feng Qingqing's hand.

"Let's go, let's continue talking." He also greeted his good sister and walked inside.

Feng Qing turned her head and looked at Song Yanyi meaningfully. Although this person was superficial, he knew Xue Ninger's person well.

Xue Ning'er led them towards the position just now, and said to Feng Qingqing, "Don't take his words to heart."

Song Pei clicked her tongue, "Didn't I tell you just now, let her go out or go to other places first, then Song Yanyi's mouth is poisonous."

"I'm feeling fine!"

Yun Zhimiao looked back at the outstanding young man in the crowd, "Don't you think Song Yanyi has a personality?"

Liu Chuyu laughed, "Zhimiao, you don't really like him, do you? Let me calculate your age..."

"You are 26 years old. Song Yanyi has not yet passed his 20th birthday this year. You are only six years older than him. There is still a chance."

"Don't talk nonsense!" Yun Zhimiao snorted coldly, obviously a little unhappy.

She turned her head to look at Song Yanyi. To her, Song Yanyi was just a child.

It was funny when he thought of him calling Li Jinghan a bad old man.

This kind of gathering is actually to get together to chat, and those who have business dealings or intentions, take this opportunity to chat a few words.

And those who have nothing to do are get together to play cards and mahjong.

And when they got together, they were chatting about some famous men in Lingcheng. Feng Qingqing didn't have much interest in this, but she listened with great interest.

Song Yanyi also took a seat opposite them, followed by a few boys and girls of similar ages.

It is obvious that Song Yanyi is particularly sought after.

As soon as Song Yan took his seat, he saw Feng Qingqing opposite, and felt really ugly.

It's okay for this person to be ugly, and he's dressed in such a strange shape.

Sensing Song Yanyi's gaze, Feng Qingqing looked over, the handsome boy who was not lacking in handsomeness was staring at her unrestrainedly.

Feng Qingqing suddenly said, "Song Yanyi, do you like me? Keep staring at me like this."

As soon as Feng Qingqing's words came out of her mouth, it immediately attracted the attention of many people, and many people even thought that she was overconfident.

Xue Ning'er felt embarrassed for her, "Qingqing, don't say a few words."

Feng Qingqing's expression was a little naive, "I'm not wrong, he has been staring at me since he sat down, as if his eyes were stuck."

Xue Ning'er, "..."

She has a clue in Feng Qingqing's hands, and she doesn't want to say that he is looking at you ugly.

On the contrary, the people next to him laughed and were full of ridicule.

Song Yanyi was shocked, he looked at Feng Qingqing in disbelief.

"I can't possibly like you to death, okay? Old woman!"

old woman?

Feng Qingqing almost died laughing, counting her age, she is only 22 years old this year.

Song Yanyi has not yet passed his 20th birthday, so let's treat him as 19 years old, rounded up to three years older than him, calling her an old woman?

Her appearance here is not good-looking now, but she won't be called an old woman!

The words "old woman" made everyone around Song Yan burst into laughter.

"Since you won't like me until you die, then you still keep staring at me. You are so good-looking, so you are not afraid that I will like you?" Feng Qingqing sneered.

Song Yanyi, "..."

Forget it, he was disgusted!

"Ugliness brings trouble!"

He dropped these words, got up directly, and walked towards the stairs on the second floor.

After walking a few steps, she looked back at Xue Ning'er again.

"Miss Xue, if there is such an old woman in future occasions, don't invite me."

Then he walked away proudly.

He didn't know that he despised Feng Qingqing so much today, and would chase her like a dog in the future.

Feng Qing rolled her eyes, she said an old woman, a superficial guy.

Xue Ning'er's expression was not very good-looking, but it could be seen that she was swallowing her anger.

As for whether to endure Feng Qingqing or Song Yanyi, only she knows in her heart.

Feng Qingqing saw that Xue Ning'er's face was cloudy and uncertain, and her hands were tightly clenched, so she said, "I just said that it would be best if I didn't come here, and I would immediately become a joke."

Xue Ning'er forced a smile, "What nonsense, don't take Song Yanyi's words to heart, I am the host of this party today, and there are some friends upstairs, I will go upstairs to say hello to them."

Feng Qingqing nodded, and as soon as Xue Ning'er left, Yun Zhimiao and the others didn't treat Feng Qingqing very much, and they chatted on their own.

Feng Qing was happy and quiet, she took out her phone and opened WeChat.

Feng Qingqing's WeChat account was quiet, so she got on the account of Baicha.

Once logged in, there was a message requesting to add friends.

She opened it and saw that it was Wan Jing's request.

After thinking about it, I chose to pass the verification.

Wanjing's WeChat name is Wanjing, and his avatar is a landscape avatar of mountains, rivers and white clouds, and his circle of friends is empty when he clicks on it.

Like a new number.

Just passed, and news came immediately.

Wanjing: Where is your home?

Looking at the message sent by Wanjing, Feng Qingqing just thought it was funny, did this person seem a little familiar?

March White Tea: Where is my home, and what does it have to do with you?

Wanjing: I want to go to your house for dinner.

March White Tea: I don't know how to cook. The cook at Mr. Wan's house should be happy to serve you.

Wan Jing: Last time I invited you, it's time for you to invite me.

Feng Qingqing had just finished reading the message when the other party directly sent a video invitation.

Frightened, Feng Qing slipped her hand and almost dropped the phone to the ground.