After Yun Luo left, Feng Batian couldn't help laughing and secretly cheered when he saw his son.
"Let's go, you must have a good drink at noon today, haha." Feng Batian roared and led Zhang Fan outside, leaving behind Qin Feng and Zhang Moben with gloomy expressions on their faces.
Zhang Moben glanced at his son and saw that he looked slightly flustered. He clenched his fists tightly. Feng Ling would never let him go!
Returning to the door of the family, Zhang Fan saw Ouyang Xian'er's figure from a distance. Seeing her waiting at the door, a strange fluctuation appeared in his heart.
"Master, master, you are back." Ouyang Xian'er saw the two people approaching from a distance, and her little face suddenly showed a look of surprise, and she trotted up.
"Haha." Zhang Fan smiled slightly and said, "I told you to wait at home without worries, why are you running out?"
"I...I'm worried about the young master." Ouyang Xian'er lowered her head in embarrassment.
Zhang Fan smiled, took the initiative to hold Ouyang Xianer's little hand, and walked towards the family.
At noon, in the inner hall of the Feng family, a banquet table was placed in the center. The table was filled with delicious food and two jugs of fine wine.
But there were two people sitting on this big table, one was Feng Batian and the other was Zhang Fan.
Although the two of them are slightly apart, the atmosphere is very harmonious.
Feng Batian had a smile on his face. Looking at Zhang Fan, his heart was full of pride. His son had really grown up. When he thought of this, Feng Batian's expression became confused, and a beautiful figure appeared in his mind.
A trace of sadness emerged from his eyes. He took a deep breath, suppressed the irritability in his heart and said directly: "Son, let's drink as father and son."
After finishing speaking, Feng Batian picked up a wine bottle, poured himself a full glass, and drank it all with a trace of free and easy charm.
After seeing this, Zhang Fan also picked up the wine bottle and filled himself a glass. He took a deep breath and drank it in one gulp. A spicy feeling instantly filled his mouth. The wine rushed directly into his stomach with a heat wave. At this time, his mouth
There was still some in it and I wanted to spit it out, but in the end I swallowed it hard, which directly caused Zhang Fan to cough.
His young face turned red instantly. Although he drank alcohol in his previous life, he didn't drink much, and this was the first time he drank such strong alcohol.
"Master." When Ouyang Xian'er on the side saw Zhang Fan's appearance, her face turned pale with fright. She quickly walked up and patted Zhang Fan's back gently.
Zhang Fan took a breath for a long time, and a wry smile appeared on his face. He really couldn't taste the wine in this world.
"Master, are you okay?" Seeing Zhang Fan's expression return to normal, he breathed out softly.
"Well, it's okay." Zhang Fan smiled, then took Ouyang Xian'er's little hand and said, "Xian'er, come and sit with us."
"Master, that's not possible." Ouyang Xian'er shook her head quickly, like a rattle. In her mind, how could a maid sit with her master?
"Why not? I said yes!" Zhang Fan frowned, his voice was a bit domineering, and he pulled Ouyang Xian'er to sit next to him. He was different from Ouyang Xian'er. His concept was that everyone
They are all equal, and besides, he sees everything Ouyang does for him, maid? In his eyes, Ouyang Xian'er is not a maid, but an existence like a little sister.
Looking at Zhang Fan's movements, Feng Batian's eyes showed a strange color. He was informal and without any rules. He felt that his son was extraordinary.
"Xian'er, since Ling'er has said it, just sit down."
Ouyang Xian'er originally wanted to stand up again, but after hearing Feng Batian's words, she nodded slightly, but her face was a little red, or she was embarrassed.
Zhang Fan smiled at this time, took a pair of chopsticks to Ouyang Xian'er and said, "You have always taken care of me, and today I will take care of you." After saying that, Zhang Fan took his own chopsticks and picked up some vegetables for Ouyang Xian'er, and put them away.
It arrived in Ouyang Xianer's bowl.
Ouyang Xian'er looked a little dull. She looked at Zhang Fan, her eyes slightly reddened, and she lowered her head slightly and said, "Master, why are you so nice to me?"
"Because you are good to me." Zhang Fan said with a smile.
Hearing Zhang Fan's words, Ouyang Xian'er nodded gently, with a look of emotion on his face.
"Come and eat." Zhang Fan's voice was soft, with a smile on his face.
"Yes." Ouyang Xian'er nodded lightly, stretched out her jade hand to wipe away her tears, raised her head, gently picked up the chopsticks, picked up the dishes Zhang Fan brought over, and gently put them in her mouth, eyes in her eyes.
The tears couldn't help but flow down again. At this time, the dish felt sweet in her mouth.
"Uh, Xian'er, why are you crying?" Zhang Fan was slightly startled.
"No, no one has ever been so kind to Xian'er." Ouyang Xian'er lowered his head and said.
Zhang Fan's heart trembled slightly. He knew that Ouyang Xian'er had been an orphan since she was a child. She was picked up by his father. From childhood to adulthood, no one had ever thought about her inner feelings. This little girl also needed love and care.
A look of love appeared on his face, Zhang Fan took a deep breath and said, "Xian'er, I will be your relative from now on. If anyone hurts you, I will fight until death." After saying this, a look of domineering appeared on his face, which was incompatible with his childish look.
Feng Batian didn't say anything. His son had made his own decision and he would not interfere.
"No, I just want to be the little maid beside the young master for the rest of my life, and serve the young master forever and ever, unless the young master doesn't want me anymore." Ouyang Xian'er said with a shy face.
Zhang Fan's heart trembled deeply again. What the little girl said made him feel a little pain. He took a deep breath. He didn't care what Ouyang Xianer thought. At this moment, he had already killed Ouyang Xianer.
Treat it as your own relative.
"Do you still want to drink?" Feng Batian's voice contained a hint of smile.
"Ahem." Zhang Fan was startled and coughed dryly. Looking at Feng Batian's smiling eyes, something seemed to be aroused in his heart. The wine glasses on the table were full, he raised his head and said to Feng Batian: "
Why don't you drink? Although the wine of a drinking man is a bit stronger, it can arouse great pride. Father, I will drink this glass."
After saying that, Zhang Fan drank it all in one gulp, but ended up coughing again.
After seeing this, the little girl panicked and patted Zhang Fan on the back.
Feng Batian smiled, with a look of admiration. The glass was filled with wine, and he drank it all in one gulp. He was very happy today, and this happiness was completely pinned on Zhang Fan. He really wanted to
I am grateful to the daughter of the Ye family who pushed me to Zhang Fan, because the moment her son woke up, he seemed to have undergone earth-shaking changes. Although he still had the body of a teenager, he gave him the feeling of a proud young man.
After a meal, Zhang Fan drank five or six glasses, while Feng Batian drank all of his own bottle of wine. Finally, he drank down everything Zhang Fan left, a glass of manly wine, a glass of heroic spirit!
Zhang Fan was basically helped back by Ouyang Xian'er.
Looking at Zhang Fan lying on the bed, Ouyang Xian'er's heart was full of distress. She took a wet towel and gently wiped Zhang Fan's face, then washed it again, folded it together, and gently put it on the bed.
On Zhang Fan's forehead, he then sat on the edge of the bed, looking at Zhang Fan with a pair of beautiful eyes.
As night fell, when Zhang Fanzheng opened his eyes, the first thing he felt was that his brain was dizzy. He supported his body with his hands and sat up halfway. He glanced around and found that he was lying on the bed. As for how he got back,
He has forgotten.
"Alcohol is really harmful to people." Zhang Fan smiled helplessly and sat up cross-legged. The purple light appeared again and he began to adjust. When he expelled the alcohol from his body, he felt unusually comfortable.
I stretched and looked outside the door, only to realize that it was already dark.
The sound of the door opening sounded, and Zhang Fan couldn't help but look up and saw Ouyang Xian'er walking in carrying a tray.
"Master, you're awake." Ouyang Xian'er's voice was filled with joy.
"Yes." Zhang Fan nodded lightly: "I slept for a long time, right?"
Ouyang Xian'er nodded and said, "Master, you have been sleeping all afternoon." While speaking, Ouyang Xian'er came up from the table with a bowl of porridge and said, "Master, let me serve you some porridge."
"I'll do it myself." Zhang Fan said with a smile.
"I serve the young master." Ouyang Xian'er shook his head with a firm expression.
"Okay." Zhang Fan nodded lightly and leaned on the bed.
Ouyang Xian'er took some with a spoon, blew it carefully, and then put it to Zhang Fan's mouth.
Zhang Fan drank it in one sip and felt a strange feeling in his heart. Ouyang Xianer was like a virtuous wife at this moment.
He suppressed this thought from his mind and looked a little embarrassed. What was he thinking about? The other party was a little girl, and besides, he had someone he loved in his heart.
After finishing the little girl's porridge, Ouyang Xian'er took out a fragrant handkerchief from her body and carefully wiped Zhang Fan's mouth, and said: "Master, you have drunk so much wine, please rest early."
"Yes." Zhang Fan nodded, looking at Ouyang Xian'er's leaving figure, his eyes once again revealed a strange color.
After leaning on the bed for a while, Zhang Fan sat cross-legged again. Purple light began to flow from his body again. He was now at the second level of Zixia Kung Fu. If he wanted to become stronger, he had to break through, and
He also had another idea, which was to use the power of Zixia and the Xuanyuan Sword to break open the five-colored light group in his body and see what was sealed inside.
After a night of practice, there was no substantial progress. At most, it made the Zixia Kung Fu in his body more intense. However, he was not disappointed. This thing was accumulated little by little, and then it came naturally.
After getting off the bed, Zhang Fan stretched out his relaxed body. Not long after he opened the door, Ouyang Xian'er came over with small steps carrying a basin and a towel.