Although the person she married was Obsidian and wanted to spend her whole life together, the old man was Obsidian's father and a person who could not be ignored. Marriage is actually not just the life of two people, but also the family and friends of both parties. Whether they can manage a good marriage depends on the efforts and tolerance of both parties.

Long Xue believes that people's hearts are made of flesh, not ruthless. As long as she is sincerely filial to her father-in-law, one day she will be able to let go of her prejudice against her. In that case, she and Hei Obsidian will be truly happy.

Everything will be prosperous when family harmony is harmonious.

Obsidian looked at her steadily. For a moment, he suddenly hugged Long Xue in his arms with a fierce look, lowered his head, and eagerly kissed Long Xue's red lips.

In front of his father and stepmother and in front of his servant, Obsidian kissed his wife affectionately and domineeringly.

It was right for him to decide to marry Long Xue as his wife. This woman who seemed cold and left him with a ruthless impression three years ago was actually a good girl with a pure heart. Because she was his wife, she was willing to face her father's anger, be willing to give up everything and apologize to her father, and be willing to make tea for her father himself. He knew that no matter how his father treated her in the future, his little wife would silently bear it and silently give her filial piety as a junior.

Enough!

It is enough that he can marry such a wife in this life!

Marrying a wife does not seek beauty, but seeking talent.

Sun Feifei felt so envious and jealous. Her hands were clenched into fists. If she hadn't been afraid of Obsidian's violence, she would have really wanted to rush forward and tear up the bitch Long Xue.

The complexity in Pan Xiaoru's eyes was even more complicated.

After a kiss, Obsidian let go of Long Xue. Obsidian stared deeply at Long Xue with a flushed face, and said in a low and hoarse manner: "I'll help you."

Long Xue lightly tap her head.

The couple disappeared in the hall and went to make tea for the old man.

"Dad." As soon as the couple disappeared, Sun Feifei called the old man in a low voice, with unwillingness and grievance in his eyes. She sat back to the old man, put the old man's arm on, and whispered: "Dad, do you agree with Long Xue?"

The old man glared at Pan Xiaoru fiercely and responded gritted his teeth: "The good thing your godmother did, now the rice has become a cooked rice. What should you do if you call dad? Oh, Feifei, you should call me uncle in the future, or godfather, don't call dad anymore. If Yao gets angry like he did just now..." The old man didn't say anything further.

It was Long Xue present just now that he restrained Obsidian. If Long Xue is not present one day, Sun Feifei's head may be twisted off by Obsidian.

Obsidian has that courage and that kind of violence...

Thinking of this, the old man suddenly felt heartbroken. It was his reason that his son left home when he was young, which led to the result today, making his son a timid figure in the capital of black and white.

Pan Xiaoru sat down carefully next to the old man and patted the old man's back with concern. The old man shook her hand away, but she still put it on, gently comforted the old man, and said apologetically: "Old man, I know it's my fault, I'm sorry."

He turned his head and stared at his wife who had been with him for twenty-two years. The old man gritted his teeth, "I'll deal with you later!"

Pan Xiaoru's face turned pale, but she still gently comforted her husband.

"Dad...godfather, it's no wonder that godmother, he loves Brother Yao too." Sun Feifei suppressed his dissatisfaction with Pan Xiaoru and helped Pan Xiaoru speak.

"Fefei, you will not change your nature. Stop calling Brother Yao anymore. Be careful of your chin." The old man glanced at Sun Feifei and reminded him, making Sun Feifei's face look extremely ugly.

If she hadn't been unwilling to offend the two old guys in front of her, she would have left long ago. Although the person she married was Obsidian and wanted to spend her whole life together, the old man was Obsidian's father and a person who could not ignore it. Marriage is actually not just the life of two people, but also the family and friends of both parties. Whether they can manage a good marriage depends on the efforts and tolerance of both parties.

Long Xue believes that people's hearts are made of flesh, not ruthless. As long as she is sincerely filial to her father-in-law, one day she will be able to let go of her prejudice against her. In that case, she and Hei Obsidian will be truly happy.

Everything will be prosperous when family harmony is harmonious.

Obsidian looked at her steadily. For a moment, he suddenly hugged Long Xue in his arms with a fierce look, lowered his head, and eagerly kissed Long Xue's red lips.

In front of his father and stepmother and in front of his servant, Obsidian kissed his wife affectionately and domineeringly.

It was right for him to decide to marry Long Xue as his wife. This woman who seemed cold and left him with a ruthless impression three years ago was actually a good girl with a pure heart. Because she was his wife, she was willing to face her father's anger, be willing to give up everything and apologize to her father, and be willing to make tea for her father himself. He knew that no matter how his father treated her in the future, his little wife would silently bear it and silently give her filial piety as a junior.

Enough!

It is enough that he can marry such a wife in this life!

Marrying a wife does not seek beauty, but seeking talent.

Sun Feifei felt so envious and jealous. Her hands were clenched into fists. If she hadn't been afraid of Obsidian's violence, she would have really wanted to rush forward and tear up the bitch Long Xue.

The complexity in Pan Xiaoru's eyes was even more complicated.

After a kiss, Obsidian let go of Long Xue. Obsidian stared deeply at Long Xue with a flushed face, and said in a low and hoarse manner: "I'll help you."

Long Xue lightly tap her head.

The couple disappeared in the hall and went to make tea for the old man.

"Dad." As soon as the couple disappeared, Sun Feifei called the old man in a low voice, with unwillingness and grievance in his eyes. She sat back to the old man, put the old man's arm on, and whispered: "Dad, do you agree with Long Xue?"

The old man glared at Pan Xiaoru fiercely and responded gritted his teeth: "The good thing your godmother did, now the rice has become a cooked rice. What should you do if you call dad? Oh, Feifei, you should call me uncle in the future, or godfather, don't call dad anymore. If Yao gets angry like he did just now..." The old man didn't say anything further.

It was Long Xue present just now that he restrained Obsidian. If Long Xue is not present one day, Sun Feifei's head may be twisted off by Obsidian.

Obsidian has that courage and that kind of violence...

Thinking of this, the old man suddenly felt heartbroken. It was his reason that his son left home when he was young, which led to the result today, making his son a timid figure in the capital of black and white.

Pan Xiaoru sat down carefully next to the old man and patted the old man's back with concern. The old man shook her hand away, but she still put it on, gently comforted the old man, and said apologetically: "Old man, I know it's my fault, I'm sorry."

He turned his head and stared at his wife who had been with him for twenty-two years. The old man gritted his teeth, "I'll deal with you later!"

Pan Xiaoru's face turned pale, but she still gently comforted her husband.

"Dad...godfather, it's no wonder that godmother, he loves Brother Yao too." Sun Feifei suppressed his dissatisfaction with Pan Xiaoru and helped Pan Xiaoru speak.

"Fefei, you will not change your nature. Stop calling Brother Yao anymore. Be careful of your chin." The old man glanced at Sun Feifei and reminded him, making Sun Feifei's face look extremely ugly.
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