Wen Chenglin saw his beloved wife so, his heart immediately softened into a pool of water, "why do you say this again! Warm heart, it has nothing to do with you, I and that smelly boy, from his mother left..."

Here, Wen Chenglin also stopped talking, sighed and said no more.

Feng warm heart wiped away tears, hurriedly said： "ok, ok, we will not say this. Chenglin, now you can rest assured."

"Alas, really can rest assured. He is not sure what thoughts he has."

Speaking, Feng Nuan thought about one thing, "This time you saw the little girl in Bai Family, how about it? I look quite good, Rowan seems to like her. As long as the two of them..."

"They can‘t!"

Feng Nuanxin was interrupted by Wen Chenglin before he finished speaking.

He said firmly and there was no room for discussion.

Feng warm heart immediately one leng.

How did this happen?

It turned out that there was nothing wrong with her feeling that day.

Wen Chenglin really doesn‘t like Bailuolan.

But why?

"Chenglin, Luolan that child is not quite good? He has a good growth and family background."

"Haven‘t you heard what her mother did?" Wen Chenglin frowned, "Doing things so extreme is not worthy to marry us in rowan family."

"Mrs. Bai is also eager to protect women, understandably. Besides, what she did has nothing to do with Luolan. I have already inquired about this. The white family has no bad background and is one of the best in 49 cities."

Pause, "Besides this matter, haven‘t we already discussed it?"

Before the discussion, he had not seen Bailoran.

But now I see that the child is absolutely not allowed to enter rowan family.

Rowan that bastard boy play idea, he also can‘t explain with Feng warm heart.

"In short, warm heart, Bai Family that child I don‘t like. You just bother to find a better one for Rowan."

For this reason, Feng Nuanxin also knew that Bai Family was out of the question.

However, it is not a pity. Without Bai Family, there are Wang Jia, Zhao Jia, Zhang Jia and Li Jia. As long as it is not Claudia, anyone can do it.

"Well, you have said so. What else can I say?"

"It‘s really hard for you, warm heart. Let you worry about Rowan‘s affairs so much, it happened that the mixed boy didn‘t know how to appreciate it."

"It doesn‘t matter, I regard Rowan as my own son." Feng warmed his heart and smiled. He tucked Wen Chenglin into the quilt. "You have a rest and I‘m going out."

Wen Chenglin nodded and patted her on the back of her hand. "I‘m really sorry that I can‘t go to the exhibition with you."

"What are you talking about? I‘m sorry for you because I‘m not at home with you."

"We will not say sorry, let the driver accompany you and come back early."

"Uh－huh."

Feng Nuanxin has always liked the paintings of the late master Zhang Youlin.

Over the years, Zhang Xin, Zhang Youlin‘s granddaughter, has been exhibited abroad for the first time in China. The first stop was 49 cities.

The exhibition starts at 7 pm and ends at 9 pm.

People came to see the painting in an endless stream, and a number of luxury cars were parked outside the Convention and Exhibition Center.

The driver opened the car door for Feng Nuanxin. She bent down to get off and said softly, "Wait for me outside."

"Yes, madam."

Years always take special care of beauties.

Many years ago, Feng Nuanxin loved cheongsam very much and has not changed over the years.

Zhang Youlin‘s paintings, Guofeng people, always let people through his eyes, through his pen and ink, get a glimpse of the old, amorous feelings of the past.

Among a pile of ladies with evening dresses and jewelry, Feng Nuanxin‘s plain cheongsam is independent from the world.

Zhang Xin was pleasantly surprised and took the initiative to come forward： "Mrs. Wen, long time no see."

Feng Nuanxin hugged her： "Long time no see, son, the last time was in new york. Three years ago, did I remember correctly?"

Zhang Xin nodded： "Yes, Mrs. Wen has a good memory."

After chatting a few words, Zhang Xin sighed, "Grandpa‘s paintings have been understood by too few people."

Looking across all the people present, she added, "I don‘t know what they see. Grandpa‘s thoughts are in vain."

"How do you say such pessimistic words?" Feng Nuanxin took Zhang Xin‘s hand lovingly. "Someone will understand."

"Speaking, there is also a predestined friend today." Zhang Xin suddenly remembered something, "Three years ago, I met this gentleman at the exhibition in new york. It‘s a pity that Mrs. Wen left early and that one came late."