Chapter 963 Mutual Love 2

After listening to it, Lu Tianjun recalled it word by word and finally understood what Feng Qingxue meant.

"Aunt!" Lu Tianjun smiled slowly, calmly and confidently, "People with ability are never afraid of rumors from the outside world. Only people without ability will pay special attention to the fact that their daughter-in-law's family has a higher status than their own family and hold grudges! To me, the Jiang family is the Jiang family, and Xiaoyue is Xiaoyue. There is no comparison. What I admire is Xiaoyue, not the Jiang family."

Well, he has already said the words "wife" and "admiration", doesn't that show how he feels about Jiang Xiaoyue?

This little pair of mandarin ducks is really interesting. They are attracted to each other, but they can't see through each other's intentions, so they have to let her act as a middleman to ask.

Putting aside the theory of class background, this era also has a great advantage, that is, many people do not care about family background, and it is common to see children of cadres marrying children of ordinary workers and peasants.

Of course, there are also so-called high-ranking officials' families who start to look down on the common people of humble origins without even having washed their feet clean.

"Tianjun, I feel relieved when you can say such words!" Feng Qingxue wanted to pat him and say hello, but her hand was caught by Lu Jiang and she couldn't reach out. After thinking about it, she didn't beat around the bush, "Tianjun, you have feelings for Xiaoyue, and Xiaoyue has feelings for you, and you are worried about gains and losses because of this. So, the next step is your business, you can talk it out by yourselves!"

"She asked me to ask you what kind of lesbians you admire. I think it would be better for you to answer this question!"

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After slowing down his pace, Lu Jiang calculated Lu Tianjun's age and found that he was less than 20 years old. He couldn't help but widen his eyes and said, "In terms of the age of getting married, this guy is ten years ahead of me. How can this be possible?"

The tall and burly man acted like this, making Feng Qingxue laugh so hard that her eyes curved.

Feng Qingxue burst out laughing, "Look how scared you are, but I'm not the kind of person who would make trouble."

Feng Qingxue pinched the palm of his hand, causing him to grimace and beg for mercy.

After Feng Qingxue finished speaking, she pulled Lu Jiang and walked away quickly, leaving the little mandarin ducks some private space.

Feng Qingxue glanced back at Lu Tianjun and Jiang Xiaoyue standing face to face, then turned around and glanced at Lu Jiang.

Lu Jiang reacted suddenly and shook his head immediately, "Of course not, of course I don't regret it. I'm very glad that I waited until I was 28 to meet you. I'm a million and one hundred thousand lucky."

"What do you mean? Do you regret meeting me?"

Lu Jiang wiped the non-existent sweat from his forehead, "That's good, that's good, Qingxue, you're so nice. Besides, I don't envy Lu Tianjun at all for having a wife at such a young age, not at all."

"Dad will definitely be the happiest person when Tianjun gets married. Maybe in a few years, Dad will be able to become a great-grandfather."

After hearing what his wife said, Lu Jiang nodded and said, "Time flies so fast. Now that dad is a great-grandfather, we are uncles and aunts. Time really takes away no one." He was immediately filled with emotion.

Lu Tianjun was overjoyed, "Aunt, what do you mean?" Could it be as he thought?

He raised his free hand and was almost about to swear.

"Yes, time is unforgiving." Seven years passed in the blink of an eye.

Lu Jiang hurriedly said, "But you are still as beautiful as when I first met you. You haven't changed at all. No, you have changed. You have become more beautiful, like a blooming peony, elegant and graceful."

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"Peony? Have you seen peony flowers? Use it to describe me." Love words always sound like honey.

"Of course I have seen it, but the beauty of the peony is not even one ten-thousandth of yours."

(End of this chapter)