Mrs. Woodson snorted coldly, not wanting to say more nonsense to him, throwing down a tissue, looking at Xia’s father in front of him coldly, saying, “No matter what you say, I will not agree to this marriage. Don’t think that if you marry my son, everything in the Feng family will be

Yours, if you insist on letting your daughter marry my son, it will only be a joke!" After her warning, Xia's father was indifferent, picked up the tea cup and blew a mouthful of tea on the surface, and said quietly: "Mrs. Woodson, I think you got the point wrong... My daughter married your son, and she liked your son's character, and

It’s not the background of Feng’s family!”

"You pretend to be in a state of peace. If you didn't like my son's family, you probably wouldn't have promoted the marriage so actively and pestered my son to let go!"

Mrs. Woodson said this and sneered: "As a kind of father, there is a kind of daughter, and he is as shameless as he is!" Xia's father frowned unhappily, but he did not get angry at Mrs. Woodson, but instead responded coldly: "So in your eyes, your son Feng Xun has nothing else to be eye-catching except family background and property... I finally

I understand why you, mother and son, are in harmony and have such a bad relationship!”

"You--" Mrs. Woodson's face turned pale and her lips began to tremble. She never expected that Xia Chuqi, the dead girl, was inherited from her father who was a calligrapher!

This man looked uncontested, elegant, but he didn't give in to each other at all. He even mocked her for having a bad relationship with Feng Xun, which made her who had the upper hand, unable to refute... Mrs. Woodson, who had already seen her father, was so angry that she couldn't speak, and slowly advised: "Mrs. Woodson, whether it's wealth or aristocratic, is just a icing on the cake for anyone to say... In life, she is sitting upright,

That is the most important thing!" Mrs. Woodson waved her hand and stopped him from continuing, "I am here today, not here to listen to your preaching! Your daughter, with her shameless face, had a wedding ceremony with my son in Hawaii, and now she still wants to hold a big fanfare.

I will never let you get what you want for a wedding!"

When Xia’s father heard this, his hand holding the teacup froze slightly. Xiaoqi and Feng Xun held a wedding ceremony in Hawaii? Why didn’t he know about this?

Previously, Ayu said that they were on vacation in Hawaii. If Feng Xun's mother had not lie, would they actually secretly register for marriage in Hawaii first?

Seeing that Father Xia's expression was not good, Mrs. Woodson thought he was frightened by his own warning. She raised her eyebrows slightly and said with a smile: "If you don't want to be a laughing stock, just cancel the wedding by yourself... I will naturally give you a sum of money!" Looking at Feng Xun's mother's arrogant expression, Father Xia also laughed and replied coldly: "We don't need any money for money! If you really want to destroy your son's wedding, then I want to end up being a joke, not someone else, but you

Mrs. Woodson!”

"Okay--" Mrs. Woodson didn't expect that he would dare to warn her in reverse at this time. She stood up so angry that she looked at the towering father Xia, and gritted her teeth and said, "You guys should do it yourself!"

She put down this harsh words, took her own brand limited bag and left the box angrily. The owner of the teahouse and Xia's father were originally old acquaintances. When she saw the luxuriously dressed woman leaving Xia's father's house with a angrily face, she quietly walked to the box and asked respectfully: "Old Xia, isn't there anything wrong just now? Hello, your guest

If you look angry, would you be dissatisfied with the tea here?"

Xia’s father waved his hand, picked up the teacup and smiled: “Your tea is very good, but the person who tasted the tea is not a fellow practitioner, and he can’t taste the essence of this tea!”

The tea club owner then breathed a sigh of relief and replied with a hurried smile: "It's good that you like it. Next time I'll invite you to taste it when there is a new tea!"

Xia's father responded lightly, but did not continue to stay in the teahouse for a long time. He stood up and said goodbye to the teahouse owner: "I have something to do at home, so I'll stay there soon!"

"Yes, Mr. Xia, please go slowly!" The tea club owner hurriedly bowed to send Xia's father away from the tea club. Looking at the back of Xia's father leaving, thinking about the woman with heavy makeup and arrogant expression just now, she couldn't help but shake her head and sigh.

The woman obviously didn't come to drink tea. Thinking about it, Mr. Xia and Mrs. Xia came here and were very knowledgeable about tea. That was a perfect match!

Xia Chuqi, who had already discussed the banquet list with Feng Xun, was talking about the invitation style with Ji Kun when he received a call from the old housekeeper Chen Bo.

"Hey, Uncle Chen, is there anything wrong?" Xia Chuqi picked up his cell phone and walked aside, asking with a smile.

"Miss Seven, the master said there is something urgent to come to you. Do you think you can go back to the old house if you have time?" The butler Chen asked with a smile.

"An urgent matter? What's the urgent matter to come to me?" Xia Chuqi's expression was a little surprised. He didn't understand why his father suddenly had something to do so urgently. He also asked Uncle Chen to call her and find her back immediately!

"It's hard to say on the phone. Miss Seven should come back first!" The butler Uncle Chen said this, paused, and whispered: "Miss Seven is back alone!"

"I understand!" Xia Chuqi hung up the phone, walked to Feng Xun and Ji Kun, and said apologetically: "My dad suddenly had something to come to me. I have to go back to the old house first. Just set the invitation style!"

"What urgent matter, do you need my help?" Feng Xun asked with concern. Seeing that she was about to leave with her bag, she also planned to change into a coat and accompany her back to the old house.

"No need, I'll go back and have a look first. You can continue to work with Ji Kun. If something really happens, I'll call you!" Xia Chuqi shook his head and smiled lightly, pressed Feng Xun's shoulder and said, "Just let the driver take me!"

Feng Xun nodded, kissed her on the cheek, but still got up and took her into the car himself.

On the way back to the old house, Xia Chuqi was still puzzled in his heart, why the butler Chen Bo spoke so urgently, and he only asked her to come back alone, as if he didn't want her to bring Feng Xun back...

Did my father ask her alone, or did he not want Feng Xun to know about anything?

With questions, Xia Chuqi returned to the old house. Seeing the butler Uncle Chen waiting in the living room, he hurried over and asked, "Uncle Chen, I'm back, where is my dad?"

"The master is waiting in the study!" The butler Uncle Chen said this and whispered: "Miss Qi, please remember to say something nice to you when you go in later. After the master came back from the teahouse, he was in a bad mood with a stern face!" "Tea club?" Xia Chuqi was stunned and asked in confusion: "Didn't dad have a good relationship with the teahouse boss? What happened? Why did he suddenly feel bad?"
Chapter completed!