Someone opened the door and came out, and Leng Hongyi pushed Fu Yingshao to the west house.

"Engaged?" He frowned tightly and looked solemn: "It's not a few days before the New Year, can't you wait until the New Year?" ”

"It's too late." Fu Yingshao knew that doing this was no different from robbing while the fire was burning, but he didn't feel guilty at all, if it weren't for Leng Qingzhu, who was not yet under the legal age of marriage, he would have liked to hold the wedding directly now.

"Engaged, what Ye Wenchuan and Sun Shaocheng are, they will be completely dead!" There's nothing more reassuring to lock people directly into their household register.

“…… But that's too sudden, isn't it? Leng Hongyi looked hesitant, although he had mentioned it before, but he hadn't thought about engagement at all, but looking back, engagement was indeed the best way, and the daughter's marriage was decided, so it stopped those people's thoughts.

"You make me think about it." He thought for a while and said: "I don't have to say this matter myself, I have to discuss it with your aunt and your grandmother, of course, the main thing is to listen to Qingzhu." ”

"Of course, such a big matter has to be discussed, but it is still necessary to make a decision as soon as possible, what do you say?"

He said that what did he say, and he couldn't directly kill Ye Wenchuan's bastard, of course he hoped that his daughter would die completely.

But how should I open this mouth, Leng Hongyi thought about it, I don't know which one is more difficult to convince, the mother or the daughter.

Chen Baishuang called for dinner, and the two of them went out of the house.

Fu Yingshao finally saw Leng Qingzhu, but he never had a chance to speak.

The Leng family is full of tacit understanding, no matter where Leng Qingzhu is, there are always people around him who are staring, for fear that Leng Qingzhu will soften and go to Ye Wenchuan.

Even Mrs. Leng threw aside the affairs of the Cheng family, only caring about the little granddaughter in front of her.

Leng Hongyi was absent-minded throughout the whole process, and his eyes kept jumping around Fu Yingshao and Leng Qingzhu.

At night, everyone went back to the house to sleep, Fu Zhenguo thought about what his son said before, and finally found an opportunity to speak.

Unexpectedly, Leng Hongyi told him directly: "Ying Shao has already told me." ”

Already said?

Fu Zhenguo looked at his son in surprise.

"I told my uncle when I was free just now." In fact, he couldn't trust his father at all, and he was afraid that he would delay again and again.

Fu Yingshao lifted his eyelids and looked at Fu Zhenguo, who was sitting cross-legged on the kang and holding a big in his hand.

Rubbing his forehead, he still wanted to talk to Leng Qingzhu.

It would be nice if she was in her own home, there are not so many people, Leng Qingzhu is not familiar with Bicheng, and she doesn't go wherever she goes.

"Yizi, what do you say?" The son who should be said has finished speaking, Fu Zhenguo feels that he has been deprived of some of his rights as a father, and he feels a little uncomfortable.

Leng Hongyi could only say what he had said to Fu Yingshao before.

"That's right." Fu Zhenguo nodded.

Fu Yingshao tugged at the corners of his mouth, it was all nonsense.

"Actually, if you want me to say, you can talk about the things you discuss with your aunt and younger siblings, but with Qingzhu, let this kid discuss it himself, what do you say?"

Fu Yingshao looked at Fu Zhenguo unexpectedly, and then his eyes fell on Leng Hongyi.

Leng Hongyi was also a little surprised, but he quickly understood Fu Zhenguo's deep meaning, nodded and said: "Indeed, now is not the era when the parents ordered the matchmaker to say the words, and it would be good to let Ying Shao talk to Qingzhu by himself." ”

The two young people need to communicate more, they are both from this age, and they naturally understand this truth.

Leng Qingzhu didn't know that he had been sold by his father through the two doors, and listening to his grandmother's steady breathing, his heart moved, and he entered the space.

Looking at the pile of farm tools on the ground, she rolled up her arms and sleeves, wiped her hands, and could start working, this time there was no shortage of shovels, two-foot rakes, and pickaxes.