Chapter 672 Brother Pang, You Can Eat Bean Sprouts with Zhang Fei

Zhong Mingwei felt that he had changed, that he had become a completely different person. This was something he never dared to think about before, and even scoffed at it, but now he is happy with it. He loves this smoky house so much. In the life of fire breath, I am so gratified that I can meet the little girl who changed him...

"Zhong Mingwei! Pang Yi is coming in!" At this moment, the little girl who changed him was panting and running into the Crescent Gate, her cheeks flushed with excitement, and she was patting Zhong Mingwei vigorously, while flying like flying She ran towards Xiao An's room, "I have to help Sister An block the door! You can't let him marry Sister An so easily!"

"Yes, we can't take him so cheaply," Zhong Mingwei looked at the little girl who ran into the pomegranate grove, the corners of his mouth raised uncontrollably, "Girl, slow down."

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Pang Yi has never been so embarrassing. He just stuttered and recited "Hundred Surnames" in front of everyone, and now he ran around the yard with a pomegranate on his head. Thinking that he could finally see the bride, a handful of embroidery needles and a piece of silk thread were handed out from the crack of the door.

Pang Yi looked at the embroidery needle, and suddenly he had two big heads: "Miss Fang, you, you, you... What are you going to do?"

When Pang Yi got married, Fang Zuotang didn't have time to come over. Originally, it would be enough for Kong Wenjie to come with the congratulatory gift prepared by Fang Zuotang, but after Fang Chengyin heard the news, he followed Kong Wenjie here with great interest. The road becomes extremely difficult and tortuous...

"Lead all the embroidery needles on the thread!" Fang Chengyin yelled towards the outside, her tone full of undisguised excitement, "Brother Pang Pang, I heard that your kung fu is first-class, and so is the hundred-step piercing Yang." It's a piece of cake, naturally Brother Pangda's eyesight is also first-class, so it's just threading the needle, Brother Pangda, you just eat bean sprouts with Zhang Fei!"

Pang Yi looked at the handful of embroidery needles and the thin silk thread in his hand, and wanted to cry a little, but in the end he started threading the needle and thread clumsily with his big calloused hands, but... …

Where is Zhang Fei eating bean sprouts? This is simply forcing Zhang Fei to embroider!

Pang Yi was drenched all over, and he had just drawn two embroidery needles.

It took a cup of tea, but there was still no movement outside, Xiao An became anxious, but she was a bride, so she had to be reserved, but after a while, she finally couldn't help it, and leaned close to Mei Ya's ear By the side, let Meiya go and have a look in a low voice, and now Meiya leaned to the crack of the door to look at Pang Yi who was squatting on the ground leading the thread outside, and then looked at Fang Chengyin who was jumping and excited, her face was hesitant to speak, but in the end she couldn't help but start talking. He said, "Miss Fang, how many embroidery needles did you give him?"

"Not too many, not too many, there are only ninety-nine in total," Fang Chengyin said calmly, turning her head and smiling at Meiya and Xiao An's, "Ninety-nine is the best number, and it means a long time." !"

Meiya: "...Only ninety-nine?"

Xiao Anshi: "..."

Zhang Fei, who was forced to cry by the ninety-nine embroidery needles outside, said, "...Miss and Sister inside, can we have a discussion?"

"Okay, it depends on your sincerity enough!" Fang Chengyin immediately became more motivated when she heard Pang Yi's words, "How many needles have you drawn now?"

"Four!" Pang Yi hurriedly said, raising the needle and thread in his hand, "Look if you don't believe me!"

"Since the needle is drawn, then you can embroider a poem on your wedding dress," Fang Chengyin rushed out one word at a time, "The mountains have no edges, the heaven and the earth are in harmony, and I will not be separated from Sister An!"

Xiao An was so busy that she lifted her hijab, blushed and whispered to Fang Chengyin: "Miss Fang, don't embarrass him, how can he be an old man who can embroider flowers?"

Pang Yi was punished for such a long time, Xiao An didn't say anything on the face, but she was really distressed, she had endured it for a long time, who knew that Fang Chengyin would come up with such a wicked idea, Xiao An finally couldn't bear it anymore.

"Sister An, you have to make things difficult for him! You have to let him remember how hard it was to marry you, so that he can cherish you even more in the future!" Fang Chengyin turned around and smiled at Xiao An.

Xiao An was startled, and then smiled. She nodded to Fang Chengyin with warmth in her heart, and then shyly put the hijab on her head.