His mother said, 'I know my son, if he is fresh for three or two days, it will not take long for him to take his heart back.'
Has it been taken back?
Did you take it back so quickly?
His father said, 'Xiaoman, you are different from Zisong. He has been used to indulgence and wantonness since childhood...'
Is that so? If you say let go, just let it go...
The people in front of me and the noise in my ears gradually fade away, and the world is only a blur at this moment.
Wu Hai walked out of the restaurant, started arranging the groom's fireworks, and stood next to the bride.
Yan Zisong glared at him, "It takes so long to go to the toilet."
The groom grinned and said, "Brothers are long-lasting." This caused the bride next to him to punch him in the back with shyness.
"Okay, the guests are almost here," Yan Zisong looked at his watch, "it's time. You go in, and I'll leave first."
While tearing off the fireworks from his chest, he walked towards the roadside.
Wu Hai chased after him, "Brother, it's so uninteresting. You didn't even attend the whole event on my brother's big day."
The man who was in a hurry turned back helplessly, "I put aside this whole thing and went to the deep mountains to prepare for you for three days. Are you still not satisfied?"
As he spoke, he patted the groom on the shoulder and said, "You kid, you don't dote on your wife like this. How could you not spend your honeymoon like Hawaii... Paris...
You have to follow her and set up a tent on the top of a big mountain, a damn place without even a mobile phone signal, no, you two want to live like primitive people, right?"
Wu Hai smiled sheepishly, "Isn't that different? When can I not travel abroad?"
"Okay, okay," Yan Zisong had no choice but to nod, and then pointed at the gold-lettered signboard in front of the hotel, "Then there's no need to put her last name in front of yours... about the marriage between Yan and Wu, you might as well write it upside down.
Forget it, Yan Mansion."
"It's just reverse intercourse," Wu Mei said matter-of-factly. "I married the daughter of Yan Jiayou, a Chinese who is on the Forbes rich list. That's not reverse intercourse. And the agreement was signed, and the first child after the marriage was
You must bear the Yan family’s surname.”
"I don't care about you anymore," Yan Zisong spread out his hands, "You can do whatever you want, I've done the work of welcoming guests.
Brother, I have to catch a flight now, so I don’t have time to argue with you."
Turning around and hailing a taxi, the man got into the car and said, "Airport."
On the sidewalk, a few people gathered together to watch something unknown. When the car passed by, Yan Zisong was lowering his head and dialing his cell phone.
"Yan Ning, did you bring back the things you mentioned last time from the United States?"
On the other end of the phone, a young man took out a self-colored pill box covered in English from the packaging bag on the table and played with it with a smile.
"Zisong, you are so pretentious now that you have a built-in menstrual pain suppository, hahahaha..."
"Don't worry, Mom, I'll be downstairs in ten minutes. You wait for me at the door."
After hanging up the phone, Yan Zisong thought for a while and dialed another number. However, for a long time, only the mechanical dialing tone shook his eardrums until he heard from the other end of the phone: "The number you dialed is temporarily unanswered."
When calling "Please call me later," the man put down the phone and still refused to answer his call?
Still angry?
Qin Xiaoman's cell phone was singing a faint and beautiful song in her handbag, but she didn't notice it.