Of course, Youmeng didn't sleep well that night, but she was not in a hurry to ask Su Zhi to ask in person, because she felt that at this time, she should think about it calmly.

The next day, she decided to forget about this for the time being and dressed up carefully because Qi Wu met the promise of the past and was going to visit the mansion today, and she wanted to hold a banquet for her.

Gu Yu led Feng Qiwu to Fenghua Tower to see her. The two of them exchanged a few simple greetings. Youmeng deliberately sent someone else away, and pulled him into the interior room of the hall alone, and tried to close the door carefully.

Seeing that her actions were quite interesting, Qiwu smiled evilly. When she turned around after closing the door, she hugged her and leaned forward to intimate in her ear: "Is the enemy so I can't wait. I was anxious to do a serious business with me as soon as I met?"

"What did you say..." Youmeng panicked in his arms, pushing hard, "Let go!"

Qiwu then stopped being ambiguous and reluctantly let her go, her eyes full of unsatisfied smiles: "What's wrong? Didn't you think about me and I'm just following you, and I'm warm to you?"

Youmeng glanced at him and said angrily: "Don't give me inappropriateness, I have something to ask you."

Seeing her so serious, Qi Wu felt a little clear in her heart, and her eyes pretended to be innocent: "What are you asking me?"

Youmeng had a straight face: "Stand up."

Qiwu stood obediently and stood still. She looked at him a few steps away, carefully up and down, with the indescribable look on her eyes.

He was about to ask her if she didn't like her outfit today, but she quickly walked to her eyes, reached out to his face, covered half of his face under the bridge of his nose with her palm, and only showed his smiling eyes, which were as bright and intoxicating as peach blossoms.

Youmeng just looked at him like this, constantly comparing him with the eyes of the masked man in black in his mind. He always felt that it looked very similar, but he was not very sure.

Just as he was hesitating, Qiwu held her hand and gently moved it away, and laughed softly, "What are the princesses playing?"

Youmeng didn't stop and stared at him and asked, "Where were you on the night of the eighth day of the lunar month?"

"The eighth day of the lunar month?..." He frowned and pretended to be confused, "It's been a long time... I don't remember it very much..."

"Think carefully!" Youmeng forced him coldly.

He deliberately squeezed her hand and suddenly realized: "Oh, that day? I'm having a social engagement outside."

Youmeng glanced at him with a big disbelief on her face.

He stressed: "Drinking with a few famous friends until very late."

She stared at him coldly and savvyly: "Serious?"

He hurriedly clenched her hand and sent it to his chest: "Of course it's true! How could I lie to you?"

She was anxious to settle the score with him, so she tolerated his irregular little moves for the time being: "Are you sure you haven't gone anywhere else?"

"I have many friends to testify." He straightened his back and seemed righteous. "If you don't believe me, I'll call them all over, ask."

Youmeng turned his face silently, expecting that with Feng Qiwu's sleek personality, if he refused to admit it, no matter how she threatened and tempted her, he would be so endless, and playing with her with a spear is boring.

"What's wrong?" Seeing that she was a little unhappy, Qiwu approached her evilly, "Suddenly, she cared about my whereabouts so much? Do you want to tie me up?"

Youmeng rolled her eyes again. "Di Zhen, I'm fine to tie up the butterfly in the pile of red pink?" She sneered and turned her head, "Who wants to pay attention to you?"

He was even more excited when he heard this, and then he wanted to hug her in his arms. While saying sweet words, he coaxed her: "Okay, okay, I promise you, if you don't like me going out to spend time and spend time, I will never look for other fans of the Honger. I will only be with you in the future?"

Youmeng pushed him impatiently: "Stop making trouble, okay? You are here to visit our mansion. The meal is about to start. Let's go with me for a meal."

He let her go and smiled rightly: "It's just the two of us?"

"I am the master, you are a guest, I am a good wine and food to entertain you, isn't it enough?" Youmeng sneered, "Do you feel bored? Well, I'll call some singers and dancers to cheer you up."

He said, "No need, princess, don't there be three thousand handsome men in your house?"

Youmeng raised her eyebrows: "What do you mean?"

He curled his lips: "It is better to have fun than to have fun alone. He called them all to serve the banquet, and there were so many people."

Youmeng stared at him suspiciously, and the more he looked, the more he felt that his motive was impure: "What are you trying to do? You and I reminisce about the past, why do you need to light so many lamps? Don't you feel embarrassed?"

Her metaphor made him laugh: "Just call me, I don't mind them being blinded by them, just because they are afraid that they will be facing a great enemy when they see me."

Youmeng sneered coldly: "It's so conceited that I'm so proud of myself."

"Princess, didn't you say you wanted to train them all to me?" He was confident and calm, "It would be better to show off all the magic weapons today and let me see the princess's taste and whether it is a good seedling. I will know at a glance."

What he said seems to make sense?

Youmeng thought about it in her heart and kept sweeping at Qiwu with her eyes, thinking that he was a man who had seen the world after all, and his vision was poisonous.

Today, under the name of a banquet, the celebrities like Chunlingjun in the mansion will open their eyes. Feng Qiwu, who is a man who is a male favorite, has been rising step by step until he becomes a nobleman. He is also considered their predecessor. He must have extraordinary social skills and can learn some skills in speaking from him.
Chapter completed!