"Yeah." She blushed and grabbed the quilt with a squint. Wei Nuo for a long time, and spoke carefully: "That, Mr. Lan..."
"Yan Shu." He corrected her with a straight face.
Calculate the day, there should be more than ten days left. Shouldn’t the person who wants to get married be so worried about guests, banquets, wedding dresses, etc.? Why is he still free to stay in the hospital with her every day?
"Uh, Yan Shu, I heard from you, you will get married on the first day of next month?" His tone was slightly awkward.
Lan Yanshu glanced at her, "Yes."[
His answer made her feel like she was punched and her mood suddenly became worse.
"Well. Ask Xia, the wedding invitation has been printed." She grinned and said with a smile: "Lan, uh, Yan Shu, we should be friends, right?"
My friend? She can think of it. Will my friend get out of life in bed and stay in the hospital for fear of something happening to her?
Lan Yanshu frowned, looked at her deeply for a while, nodded, "Yes."
She observed his expression and asked carefully. "Then, do you want to give me a wedding invitation?"
He glanced at her, said nothing, and returned to work, leaving her there to death with embarrassment.
If you don’t give me, you won’t give me. Why do you look like a young lady? She even saved a red envelope! Lin Liming glared at the person who was working, lay down, pulled her head over and covered her face, and cursed him in a low voice.