"Then let's rehearse the show? Aren't you going to perform on your anniversary?" Chang Shang still had a smile on her face, actively trying to find something to kill time.
"Are you energetic?" A few hours ago, the woman who was lying limply on the bed complaining that she had a headache, although her color had returned at this moment,... Chang Mian ignored her and thought the tofu tasted good. He raised his chin to signal:
"Give me a few more pieces."
"Pinch it yourself."
"You're lucky, your pinches are particularly tender." Chang Mian's lips curled up slightly.
Hearing this, Chang Shang chuckled and helped him pick two more tender and tender pieces of tofu.
At this time, the doorbell rang at home, and Chang Chang reflexively felt that something was wrong. Unexpectedly, it was Qin Shou, Qin Cao and Lan Ya who walked in from the door. Each of them had handsome features and heroic spirit, especially Lan Ya, who was wearing black
He was wearing a leopard fur coat. As he walked in, he took off the coat and handed it to the servant, revealing the white sweater underneath. The whole person was so handsome that he looked like a fairy.
"Hey, we came just in time, I'm starving to death." Qin Shou walked in first, pulled up a chair and sat down directly, as if he were at home, and shouted to the servant: "Mother Li, please come three more times."
A pair of bowls and chopsticks, and if you cook a few more dishes, I will be so hungry that I almost roll on the floor."
Chang Mian looked at the three uninvited brothers and said in a calm voice: "Next time I come to have dinner, say hello in advance."
He stood up and personally went to the wine cabinet and took out two bottles of collector's edition red wine.
"Hey, this damn weather is so cold. There's no place to play." Lan Ya patted the snowflakes on his head and sat there rubbing his hands: "It's more comfortable here. I'm so lonely at home. It's just right.
Qin Shou said he wanted to play bridge, but he was short of a corner, so he invited you to join us at the table."
Chang Mian poured wine for the brothers and calmly sat down to continue eating dinner. Chang Shang was already full, so he simply went to the kitchen to see what dishes to add. When he came back, they were discussing Boss Fu's wedding.
"The prince meant to have a grand ceremony. He has been planning this wedding for a long time, but I heard that the old man wanted to keep a low profile. But it's okay. The hotel is set at Diaoyutai, so I won't feel wronged."
"It's really not good to keep a high profile, otherwise you will inevitably get caught. The prince now has the intention to enter politics. He is the only one in the Wen family. If he does not enter politics, there will be a gap in the political world. The Wen family will be glorious for a while, but will definitely have to be quiet in the future.
Silently disappearing from the political arena."
Chang Mian put down his chopsticks, and after a slow analysis, he raised his glass and clinked it with his brother.
"The wedding is scheduled for New Year's Day, and there is still half a month left. By then, another brother will enter the marriage grave, and there will be even fewer people to play with." Lan Ya sighed: "Since Anya got married, she wished she could be a filial piety.
Husband, I asked him many times and he always said he would go home to be with his wife."
Chang Shang walked out of the kitchen and heard that Boss Fu and Yang Yang were getting married. She was filled with envy. She unconsciously looked at Chang Mian, her heart filled with beautiful longing.
Chang Mian caught her eyes keenly and waved to her, asking her to sit next to him.
As soon as Chang Shang approached, she was pulled into his arms by a sudden force. In the blink of an eye, she was trapped in a solid embrace. Chang Mian put his arms around her waist and continued chatting and drinking with his brothers.
Lan Ya raised her eyebrows, looking at the two people who couldn't hide each other, thinking that this person would soon enter the grave of marriage, right?