A housewarming celebration should include a housewarming banquet. The hostess is chatting with the guests, and Fangyuan becomes the head chef.

As for Fang Yifan, he and Qiao Yingzi were doing unspeakable things in the room.

"Fang Hou, are you okay? My legs are numb."

"Wait a moment, it will be ready soon."

Very seriously, Fang Yifan was painting Qiao Yingzi with a paintbrush.

"You used to be fine in ten minutes, but today it's almost an hour. If I had known better, I wouldn't have been your model."

Qiao Yingzi said with a look of disgust.

"I'm thinking about what colors to use and which method is better. Okay, okay, you can move freely."

Without further embarrassment for Qiao Yingzi, Fang Yifan relented.

"Stop painting, come here and give me some massage. My legs are numb even when I stand."

It's really tiring to stay in the same position for an hour.

"Okay, okay, I'll be right over."

Why not enjoy benefits openly and openly?

"Where are you touching your hands? Fang Hou, you seem to be getting more and more sexy recently."

After sharing the joys and sorrows for a month and a half, the relationship between the two became closer than in the play.

"Is there any? It's a normal massage. Are you numb here?" Fang Yifan stretched out his hand towards the airport.

"Rogue, you want to die. How dare you tease me. I won't beat you to death after this."

After grabbing Fang Yifan's claws from An Lushan, Qiao Yingzi decided to give him some color.

"Woman, please forgive me. My little one has a mother who is eighty years old, and she has not yet given birth to a child that is waiting to be fed. Please spare me this time."

Fang Yifan, an activist who admits his mistake, quickly gave in.

"Fang Yifan, you are so shameless for a child that is crying for food before it is born."

Qiao Yingzi said with contempt.

"I probably won't have enough to eat even after I'm born, so I'd better not be born yet."

Taking a peek at the airport, Fang Yifan muttered.

"What did you say?"

There were only two people in the room and it was so quiet. It would be difficult for Qiao Yingzi not to know about Fang Yifan's little moves.

"Nothing, nothing. I mean, if anyone can marry you, Yingzi, he will be lucky."

"Huh, that's pretty much it."

There were childhood sweethearts and sweethearts in the studio; Fang Yuan's meal was almost ready in the kitchen, when the doorbell rang.

"Who is it at this time?"

Tong Wenjie stood up and opened the door as she spoke.

"It's me, it's me. Fangyuan said you are moving today, so I'm here to congratulate you."

With a floral shirt, round glasses, and a greasy face, the person here is really Qiao Weidong.

"Old Qiao is here. Welcome and welcome. Come as soon as you come. What gifts do you want to bring?"

Knowing that Qiao Weidong has always been obsessed with Song Qian, as a brother, Fangyuan decided to give him a hand.

"Fang Yuan called him, but he hasn't told me yet that these two guys are working together."

Afraid that Song Qian would think too much, Tong Wenjie whispered beside her.

"Wenjie, this is a gift for you, cosmetics from Lancôme."

Knowing who has the final say in the house, Qiao Weidong handed over the protection money as soon as he entered the house.

"That's too polite."

Although Tong Wenjie said this, her eyes kept looking at Song Qian.

"Just take it, it was bought with ill-gotten gains anyway, it will go to waste if you don't use it."

It is extremely difficult to get Song Qian to look good on Qiao Weidong.

"As for Fanfan, I heard that he is about to become a great painter. Uncle Qiao bought you a complete set of brushes and paints."

At this time, Fang Yifan and Qiao Yingzi, who heard the noise, also came out of the room.

"Dad, you are here too."

Her mother's desire to control was too strong. In contrast, Qiao Yingzi enjoyed spending time with her father and was very happy to see him coming over.

"Eiko is here too."

"Thank you Uncle Qiao"

Fang Yifan accepted Qiao Weidong's gift to express his gratitude.

"This kid is too polite."

Indeed, we are all a family sooner or later, and there is no need for me to be so polite. Fang Yifan took the initiative to make up his mind.

"Hi, Lao Qiao?"

Seeing that Qiao Weidong made no next move, Fangyuan pretended to be anxious, and he started to get weird.

"what?"

Qiao Weidong rolled his eyes.

"Where's mine? Where's my housewarming gift?"

Of course Fangyuan didn't really want any gifts, he just wanted to stir up the atmosphere and avoid the awkward situation when Qiao Weidong and Song Qian would fight each other later.

"You sold a broken seal for 95 million, what else do you want as a gift?"

After getting along for so many years, Qiao Weidong certainly knew what Fangyuan was thinking and was happy to cooperate.

"What's 95 million? I got only 15 million, and the others are five houses, and the houses are still in Fanfan's name."

That's right, five houses are listed under Fang Yifan's name. Tong Wenjie suggested it, saying that it would facilitate Fang Yifan's son's study in the future.

"Fang Hou, I didn't expect that you are already a successful person even before taking the college entrance examination. You really have a strong life that needs no explanation."

Seeing her father performing cross talk with Fangyuan, Qiao Yingzi also chimed in.

"Well, all roads lead to Rome, but I grew up in Rome, which way do you want me to go?"

In Chongyang's life, he has never been weak to others. When it comes to showing off, Fang Yifan is the same.

"Let's see what you can do. Now, let's pack up and eat."

Tong Wenjie nodded Fang Yifan's head lovingly and announced that she would start eating.

Parents like to show the best side of their children to others, and Fangyuan and Tong Wenjie are no exception. After dinner, they took Qiao Weidong and Song Qian to visit Fang Yifan's studio to show off his paintings.

"Fanfan, if you have this level, it's okay. From now on, Uncle Qiao will come directly to you if he wants to buy paintings to give away. But who is this beauty, your girlfriend?"

Qiao Weidong pointed to the oil painting on the drawing board and said.

"A dog can't spit out ivory. This is Fanfan and Yingzi's class teacher."

Song Qian couldn't stand it anymore, pointed at Qiao Weidong and cursed.

"Fanfan, you like your class teacher."

Qiao Weidong said with wide eyes.

"Uncle Qiao, what are you talking about? Our class teacher's birthday is coming soon. During the summer vacation, she spent her own time answering questions for me, so I thought of an oil painting as her birthday gift."

Fang Yifan said seriously.

"But the painting is lifelike and the emotion is very deep. Fanfan, Uncle Qiao is someone who has been here before. You can't hide it from me."

Qiao Weidong wanted to rectify Fang Yifan on a whim.

"Really? Uncle Qiao, then take a look; I have two other paintings, which are also lifelike. Do I also have deep affection for them?"

Fang Yifan pointed to the two oil paintings covered with cloth on the easel on the other side and said.

"That's for sure. I didn't expect that Fanfan, you are quite philanthropic at such a young age. Uncle Qiao will help you check."

Qiao Weidong lifted up the canvas as he spoke.

"Forehead"

Qiao Weidong stopped talking, because one of the two paintings painted Song Qian, and the other painted Qiao Yingzi.

"Hehehe"

Qiao Weidong's deflated appearance aroused everyone's ridicule.

Fang Yifan originally planned to dry these two paintings and give them to Qiao Yingzi and Song Qian, but after they left that day, Qiao Weidong refused to leave. It was Fang Yuan who saw his intentions and asked him to help deliver the paintings, so he left.

To the Fang family.

Afterwards, Fang Yifan asked Qiao Yingzi how it could be possible if she didn't receive the painting he sent.

Instead, Qiao Weidong transferred 10,000 yuan to him via WeChat, saying it was money to buy a painting.
Chapter completed!