Huanxi Boy: I Am Fang Yuan, And My Appearance Fascinates Song Qian

On the way, Tong Wenjie asked Fang Yuan to buy some ingredients.

Tong Wenjie and her son Fang Yifan arrived at Song Qian's house first, and Fang Yuan drove to the fresh food supermarket. After thinking about the crowds, he decided to just get a hot pot.

So I bought a lot of hot pot ingredients and butter hot pot ingredients. After buying the things, I brought the big bags and small bags to Shuxiang Yayuan.

Pushing open the door, Fang Yuan was taken aback when he saw Qiao Weidong, and said, "Why are you here?"

"How can I not be here, this is my former home, how can you buy so many things."

"Hot pot, of course there are many things."

Fang Yuan raised the things in his hand.

"Hey, no, why have you changed, you are not Fang Yuan."

"Who am I but Fang Yuan? Get out of the way, don't block the door, let me in."

"No, wait a minute, Fang Yuan is not as young as you, are you Fang Yuan's younger brother or someone?"

Fang Yuan rolled his eyes, and said word by word: "I am Fang Yuan, rare is rare."

Fang Yuan pushed Qiao Weidong away, and then carried the big and small bags into the house and put them in the kitchen. Song Qian was a little surprised to see Fang Yuan, even though Yingzi and Tong Wenjie had already heard about it.

But when I actually saw him in person, I couldn't help being shocked.

What was the original Fang Yuan like?

The big belly, bucket waist, and wrinkles on the face make the whole person greasy.

But now, he was more than ten years younger, it was just the right stage between youth and maturity, an age group where men were particularly attractive.

Song Qian couldn't help recalling the spring dream at night in her mind, her pretty face flushed inadvertently, and her heart was beating non-stop.

Fortunately, she adjusted in time and diverted her attention: "I asked you to eat, why did you mention so many things?"

"Hey, I'm not thinking that with so many people today, it would be nice to have a dinner together and have a hot pot."

"Ah? It's too hot to eat hot pot, and there's too much hot pot oil."

"It's okay, it's okay to eat once in a while, isn't there an air conditioner in a hot house? Eating hot pot is lively enough."

"Success, listen to you, whoever told you to save me that night, you should repay your favor."

After speaking, Song Qian started to get busy, and Qiao Weidong rolled her eyes and said, "Then I'll help..."

Song Qian said angrily, "What's the matter with you? Qiao Weidong, get out of here quickly. You don't have a part in this dinner. Don't be annoying here."

Qiao Weidong was silent, and Fang Yuan didn't pay attention to Qiao Weidong. Seeing Song Qian and Qiao Weidong falling apart, he was naturally a hundred, a thousand happy.

Now that he is there, it is impossible for Song Qian to remarry Qiao Weidong, a scumbag like the original plot.

Qiao Weidong remarried Song Qian, what about Xiaomeng who had been with him for several years?

Pick one, ditch the other.

In essence, Qiao Weidong's scumbag attributes have not changed.

So Fang Yuan felt that he had to protect Song Qian from the fire pit.

Who made him a good man, the standard of a good man is to love the house and love Wu, Tong Wenjie is Song Qian's best friend.

Then it's family, so...

Seeing that no one was helping him and they were enjoying themselves happily, Qiao Weidong felt sad and helpless for a while.

The back figure left lonely, and Qiao Weidong's departure would only make the atmosphere more active.

The three adults were busy, and Qiao Yingzi and Fang Yifan were chatting in the room.

After a while, a loud roar suddenly came from the room.

"Tong Wenjie, come here for me..."

Fang Yuan knew that the two brats were working hard again.

"Fang Yifan, who are you calling?"

Fang Yuan said, "Wen Jie, go over and see what our son is doing, yelling."

"OK."

Tong Wenjie responded and walked towards Qiao Yingzi's bedroom.

Fang Yuan looked at Song Qian and said, "I sent you back that night, are you okay?"

Song Qian said: "I'm fine, I have to thank you for speaking of it."

"It's all trivial..."

Fang Yuan smiled and chatted with Song Qian, but from the corner of his eye, he was looking at his divorced wife Song Qian.

A knitted round-neck white shirt on the upper body, revealing the delicate collarbone, the nest is deep enough to raise fish.

Further down are the legs. Because of wearing black bodybuilding pants, her good figure is completely outlined.

Round buttocks, straight and slender legs.

The two legs are very tight, and the gap is not large.

Fang Yuan looked a little excited, and his blood boiled a little.

He hurriedly comforted himself to calm down, and Wei Weishi expressed his respect even more.

"Help me get a pair of chopsticks, how about I try this soup?"

Song Qian turned around and went to smoke her chopsticks. Fang Yuan took the opportunity to cast a few vicious glances, then retracted his gaze with a calm expression.

He used a spoon to put a small spoonful of soup in the bowl, then dipped it with chopsticks and put it in his mouth.

"Well, don't say it, the soup base is very well seasoned, and all kinds of flavors are very moderate."

"Yeah?"

Song Qian also glanced into the pot curiously.

Fang Yuan's heart moved, and he said, "Come on, try it."

He didn't put the chopsticks in the bowl again, and didn't dip them in the soup. Song Qian subconsciously put the chopsticks in her mouth and tasted it.

"tasty…"

"right."

Fang Yuan rubbed his chopsticks again, Song Qian was stunned, and after realizing it, she said, "You..."

There was something strange in her heart, and she was also a little ashamed, with a trace of unyielding anger.

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