With system support: What's wrong with clicking like crazy?

Feng Qingjiu held the jade pendant in his hand with a smug expression on his face.

System: [Host, if I am not mistaken, you are trying to use the jade pendant to eavesdrop on Feng Luo's thoughts! ]

Feng Qingjiu: [Correct... The jade pendant is Feng Luo's most personal possession.]

[Didn’t you say that the closer something is to you, the more you’ll hear about it? ]

…………

A quarter of an hour has passed!

Feng Luo was still eating and drinking, enjoying himself very much.

"Ajiu... your milk tea is delicious... give me another cup!"

Feng Qingjiu motioned to Xia Ling to bring the milk tea.

"Ashu... try this little melon... see how I roasted it...?" Gu Jing'an said while holding a bunch of golden roasted little melons.

Song Shu took the small melon: "Thank you...!"

"Look at you. You're such a grown-up, but your mouth is covered with stains after eating." Gu Jing'an said as he took out a handkerchief and wiped Song Shu's mouth carefully.

Song Shu looked a little unnatural, and took the handkerchief: "Thank you, Jing An, I can do it myself!"

Watching the interaction between the two, Feng Luo felt that the meat skewers in his hand were not tasty anymore, and the milk tea was not drinking any more.

"Hey... look how well matched my mother and Uncle Gu are! Don't interfere anymore...!" Feng Qingjiu nudged Feng Luo's arm with her elbow.

"What the hell... what the hell...!" Feng Luo cursed.

Feng Qing looked at him and said, "Hey... Feng Luo, you are really not being honest... My mother was very happy to marry you, but you were full of calculations, and you even married Lin Yu'er the same year you married my mother."

"Think about it carefully. Which of the things you have done is worthy of my mother...?"

"When I was living a good life with you, you didn't cherish it. Now you're regretting it for who to see...!"

"Once people get something, they will forget the feeling of standing on tiptoe and looking at it from the window...!"

"You, Feng Luo, are such a person...!"

Feng Luo frowned, thinking about every word Feng Qingjiu said.

"Look, now that you've divorced, can't you just live your own lives?" Feng Qingjiu continued, "My mother's first half of her life was already miserable enough, can't you have some mercy and let her live a good life...!"

"I...!" Feng Luo opened his mouth, not knowing what to say.

Looking at the two of them, Feng Luo held his breath.

"You're right. I was the one who let your mother down before... I will make it up to you in the future."

After Feng Luo finished speaking, he walked towards Song Shu!

He immediately reached out and snatched the small melon from Song Shu's hand and put it into his mouth: "Gu Laogou, your cooking skills are good. Go grill a few more skewers for me."

Gu Jingan was speechless at the childish behavior of the person in front of him: "If you want to eat it, why don't you roast it yourself? Are you disabled?"

"Ah Shu... I'll grill a few more skewers for you...!"

See Gu Jingan roasting small melons!

Feng Luo was not to be outdone: "Shu'er, what's so delicious about small melons? I'll go grill some meat for you. Small melons are so unpalatable, only meat is delicious...!"

So, two good-looking middle-aged men started competing next to the barbecue grill.

Looking at their expressions, Song Shu rubbed his temples.

Feng Qingjiu and a few others looked like they were watching a show!

"I didn't expect that the love of middle-aged people could be so interesting...!" Dongxue said as she bit a piece of meat.

"But I think Lord Gu is better in all aspects...!" Ruhua said.

Xia Ling nodded in agreement: "Ruhua is right...!"

Ye Xiumo: "Fairy sister... Ah Mo also thinks that Lord Gu is good...!"

Feng Qingjiu looked at the others and said, "I also think Uncle Gu is good...!"

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"Tsk tsk tsk... Look at what your little melon has become after being roasted?" Feng Luo said with disgust.

Gu Jingan looked at the burnt melon and glared at Feng Luo: "If you hadn't deliberately used your inner strength to bring the fire to the melon, would it have turned out like this?"

After Gu Jingan finished speaking, he put the roasted melon into his mouth and ate it.

He turned around and took a few skewers and started grilling.

Feng Luo: "I didn't expect that the Zhongshu Mansion is so poor that you even want to eat the burnt melon."

Gu Jingan ignored him and continued to roast his own melon!

Because Feng Luo had been paying attention to Gu Jingan's little melon, he didn't realize that his own skewers had already been burnt.

"The meat is burnt...!" Gu Jing'an reminded.

“How could the meat I roast be…!” Feng Luo looked at his skewers of meat with confidence.

But when he saw the meat emitting black smoke, he was stunned for a moment!

He threw the meat away casually: "It's all your fault, Gu Laogou, for always influencing the truth."

Looking at the skewers of meat thrown on the ground, Gu Jingan frowned: "The meat is not completely rotten, it can still be eaten."

After saying that, he squatted down, picked up the skewers of meat, shook off the dust on them, and started eating.

"Look at how poor you are. How are you different from those refugees..." Feng Luo began to mock again.

When Song Shu saw this scene, she immediately stepped forward and took the skewers of meat from Gu Jingan's hand!

In a gentle tone: "Jing'an, these skewers are no longer edible...!"

Gu Jingan smiled and said, "Ah Shu, it's okay. Although the meat is mushy, it tastes good and can be eaten."

Song Shu looked at the mushy skewers of meat and opened her mouth...!

"Hey...Ashu, you can't eat...!" Gu Jingan hurriedly stopped her.

But it was too late, Song Shu had already put it in her mouth!

Song Shu frowned and swallowed the meat in her mouth.

“Ashu… spit it out quickly…!” Gu Jingan looked anxious.

And reached out and placed his hand under Song Suk's chin.

Song Shu raised her eyes and said, "This meat is bitter and salty, and you still say it's edible?"

"Jing An... you've had a bad stomach since you were a child. It's hard to eat when you're in pain. Can't you pay more attention to it?"

Hearing about his sweetheart's relationship, Gu Jingan was extremely happy!

Ah Shu, you still care about me in your heart!

Listening to the conversation between the two people next to him, Feng Luo's face became extremely ugly.

With a "bang", Feng Luo threw the skewers of meat onto the grill.

The voice was cold: "Song Shu, do you still remember what you promised Benxiang...?"

Seeing Feng Luo's expression change, Song Shu hurriedly explained: "Feng Luo, don't get me wrong... Jing An's stomach really can't eat this bitter and salty thing... I'm just reminding him as a friend...!"

Feng Luo said coldly: "You must not do what you promised to do... Otherwise...!"

Song Shu raised her eyes and said, "Don't worry, I will definitely do what I promised you."

"Hmph...that's better!" Feng Luo shook his sleeves and strode out of the warm courtyard.

Looking at the appearance of the two, Feng Qingjiu became more certain that his beautiful mother must have been threatened by this old thing.

[Song Shu, your father's life is in your own hands, don't let me down...! ]

Feng Qingjiu looked at the jade pendant in his pocket and a smile appeared on his lips.

“This old thing…I see…!”