Madame is as charming as a flower

Chapter 1851 Thanks to Marshal Duan's wrong love.

Although it is not yet the wedding day, the Fu family has already started to get busy. The servants hung red lanterns on every tree, decorating the snow-covered Fu family in a lively manner.

Duan Siyan walked in it, as if he was in the red ocean.

The sky was a bit gloomy, and the big red lanterns emitted a dim yellow light. The red silk was flying, and the lanterns were graceful.

As soon as he stood still, Song Chen's melodious laughter came over: "Hey, isn't this Young Marshal Duan? You also came to congratulate him?"

"Such a grand happy event is naturally coming." Duan Siyan sat down on the stone stool, and the atmosphere was inexplicably strange. He sat there calmly, with a bit of bitterness between his brows.

Fu Yuejun just appeared with a porcelain cup, and when he saw Duan Siyan, he said in a surprised tone: "Master Duan came here by coincidence, I just went to make a cup of soup, do you want to try it?"

Duan Siyan paused for a moment, then raised his head, and saw the girl in a bright dress, walking towards this side, in the dim light, with gentle and elegant eyebrows, her appearance was peerless.

He didn't speak, just watched her walk over.

Fu Yuejun calmly put a bowl of soup on the stone table, then took a porcelain bowl and filled three bowls on the table, and she gently pushed one of the bowls in front of Duan Siyan.

The girl smiled lightly and said, "Since it's here, let's try it, I made it new."

Song Chen quickly took a bowl and took two sips. The clear and mellow soup entered his heart, and his heart warmed up. He said happily: "Second sister-in-law's craftsmanship is getting better and better, or our second brother is lucky."

Duan Siyan looked at Fu Yuejun with squinted eyes, did not touch the porcelain bowl, looked at Fu Yuejun with deep eyes, and the bottom of his eyes shone with tiny lights, like stars embedded in the night sky.

"The nine girls are so delicate and precious, and they are willing to wash their hands to make soup." Duan Siyan opened his mouth slowly, lowered his eyebrows and eyes, and his tone was vaguely sad: "I think it's true love."

Fu Yuejun smiled slightly: "If you don't love, how can you be willing to roll up your sleeves, cut flowers and branches, wash your hands and make soup?"

In love, every girl can find the person who is willing to wash his hands and make soup for him, let go of the high light, cook a cup of tea, and cook a meal.

Meet a more beautiful self in the ordinary, and meet the love that flows slowly.

"I believe the young marshal will meet again in the future. This matter cannot be rushed. Drink some soup to warm your body."

Fu Yuejun knew what he was thinking, but she didn't have the slightest emotional ups and downs in her heart. In the past, she always hoped that his gaze would stay on her more.

Even just a little.

It can also make her happy.

But now he really loves her, but she doesn't want to go back to the past.

Duan Siyan looked away as if nothing had happened, and gently stirred the brightly colored soup with a spoon. As he watched, his eyebrows darkened: "Do you know, even if this soup is intestinal poison, I am willing to drink it .”

Jin Tingxiao didn't say a word, but anyone with a discerning eye could see the evil in the man's eyes.

Song Chen was afraid that he might be mistaken, so he said calmly, "Master Duan's words are not appropriate. My second sister-in-law is about to become a wife. In front of my second brother, what do you want to say like that?"

"Don't be angry, it's not easy to be angry on this happy day."

Fu Yuejun smiled nonchalantly, poured another bowl of soup for himself, and lowered his head to drink the soup in his own bowl: "I didn't know that the young commander has such deep affection for me. I am grateful that the young commander loved me wrongly."

She didn't know if Duan Siyan believed it, but as long as he drank this bowl of soup, it was enough.

(End of this chapter)