Brother Long frowned: "Use our power to restore traffic order on Dongfeng Street as soon as possible."
The boy at the door took the order.
Song Silu has been sitting obediently, not talking to anyone, and keeping staring at the movements outside the private room. As soon as there is any disturbance, she is the first to raise her head to observe.
"Why do I have an ominous premonition?" Shunzi, who had always been indifferent to everything in the field, suddenly yawned and said.
"I don't know why, but I feel the same way." Brother Long looked worried.[
The conversation between the two of them cast a shadow over the atmosphere in the private room, and it slowly became quiet.
Song Silu's heart tightened. She knew that if an "ominous premonition" could be said from these two people's mouths, it would be 80% ominous.
...Wheat, are you okay?
Song Silu suddenly wanted to cry.
Apart from her parents, Xiaomai is the person closest to her.
Although in school, the two of them were always indifferent and didn't talk much, and they didn't get along very much. But in private, the two of them were very close friends.
They really treat each other as unmarried intimate lovers.
They were very grateful to the family elders for arranging this marriage.
Song Silu often reads novels and movies about family marriages. The hero and heroine are always extremely resistant to these things, and even cry bitterly, hang themselves, escape from marriage, and run away from home.
Song Silu found it funny every time she watched it, and felt that these people were really hypocritical.
Why resist? The other person is obviously such a good person. Your parents' vision is always right. They are the only people in the world who will not harm you.
They know which lover is suitable for you and who can spend your life with you.
Song Silu had met Xiaomai when she was very young. At that time, Song Silu's father took her to Xiaomai's house as a guest. When they were eating in front of a very long table, her father pointed at Xiaomai with a smile and said: "Lulu, from now on you will
I will marry this boy."
Song Silu shyly covered her eyes with her hands, but quietly observed Xiaomai through her fingers.
Wheat looked very well-behaved. He sat quietly in his seat and ate. His posture and appearance were very much like a British gentleman from the 19th century.