As Tong's father said, the two brothers and sisters in the Tong family have reached the age to be responsible for what they do. Although they have never told them about this, it is hard to guarantee that their relationship will change afterwards.
Let it go naturally, the words of the boy's father are very classic.
However, at this time, Tong Mucheng's heart was full of the flames of love. He thought there was no hope. He thought that he could only stay by her with his brother's identity, but now he wanted to jump up and yell.
The feeling comes from just one sentence: he is not her brother.
Yes! Xiaoyan was not married and pregnant first, and her love rival (Chu Yichen) from childhood has also been kicked away now. If she expressed her feelings to Xiaoyan at this time, would she be as happy as herself? Not her brother,
Fortunately, it's not!
As if he had removed the shackles of many years, Tong Mucheng was reborn at this moment. With his long legs bent, he sat on the overpass and looked at the stars in the sky. For the first time, he felt a feeling of wanting to thank God.
Tong Huanyan didn't dream of dawn all night. When she got up, she heard the sound of a phone call coming downstairs. Tong's mother's apology and Tong's father's calmness were as calm as a mountain.
"Second Aunt! Sorry, Xiaoyan has given up this wedding... Yes, OK, OK!"
"Team Dai, yes, the wedding has been cancelled! yes."
Tong Huanyan listened to the interlaced sound, and the corners of her eyes were secretly wet again. She had already done too much for her parents.
"Xiao Yan, why are you standing there? I've left it in the kitchen for you!" Xiao Biwan, who was collecting the phone book, looked at Tong Huanyan standing at the corner of the stairs and hurriedly called her down.
"Mom and Dad, what are you?" Instead of listening to Xiao Biwan going to the kitchen, she turned to them and helped to clean up the scattered phone books. Tong Huanyan choked and refused to look at her parents' faces, but her hands were trembling slightly.
Let's go.
A big hand covered her hand, and a faint male warm breath filled Tong Huanyan's nose, making her almost sore her nose and she shed tears.
"Your mother and I will clean up, go and have a meal!" Tong Weiguo never spoke much, but he always calmed people's hearts so much. Tong Huanyan raised her head and saw her mother blinking at her and smiling.
He went to have a meal obediently. Tong Huanyan still remembers that when she was a child, she and her brother both stubbornly bothered her mother and asked her to tell her why she married this father who would not make people happy. At that time, Xiao Biwan smiled warmly and said, "You guys."
Dad is a mountain, and what mom likes is that calm but can always make people feel loved."
Now Tong Huanyan knows that what her mother is right, her father is a mountain, and she is calm, but she can give people the power to be reborn.
Xiao Biwan pinched his hand when Tong's packing things, so he turned his head to look at his daughter's back with his wife, and then shook his head.
The good marriage has now become like this. My daughter is not feeling bad. The old couple feel bad for her. And it seems that they heard that the shameless Chu mother and son have already entered the newspaper and said that the wedding will be held as usual. Xiao Biwan is thinking about whether it is this.
In two days, I threw all the newspapers at home into the pile of old newspapers.
"Mom, where have you been, why didn't you see him come down to have a meal?" Tong Huanyan asked Xiao Biwan, who was in a daze while chewing on the soy milk, fried dough sticks and small buns left by her parents.
"Oh, your brother has something to do in the team these two days, so he left early in the morning." After coming to his senses, Xiao Biwan came to his daughter, "Xiao Yan, are you going out to find Zhiyu to play later?
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"No, I'm going to clean my house, okay? Mom." Looking at her mother with a smile as she asked for credit and reward, why didn't Tong Huanyan know what her mother was worried about? She was just a human being? No matter how cruel she said she was, she said it was
, then it was a matter of heart. Although she would not have any more imagination, she could not accept it in one go.
Besides, Lin Zhiyu was busy with her marriage. After this incident, she wanted to go over and see her, but she was afraid that her friends who were in a bad mood and tired were unhappy, so she chose to stay at home.
Now she wants to use food as motivation to make contributions to her family, and to prevent herself from eating and sleeping, she is thinking about it and taking off her thread.
"Of course it's good! I originally wanted to accompany you, but the team's affairs are not finished yet. My good daughter, stay at home. Tell your mother what you want to eat. After get off work, she will buy it for you." Seeing her, Liangliang The feeling of sadness in her eyes was not that strong, and Xiao Biwan was of course very happy that she could say that.
"It's okay, mom, go and have a good time, I can take care of myself." As he said that, he stuffed the last bite of bun into his mouth, Tong Huanyan said while cleaning up.
"Okay, call us if you have anything. If you want to go out and walk, don't go too far?" Tong's mother's voice of "sincere teachings" sounded behind Tong Huanyan.
"Okay, mom." Throwing the plate into the sink, Tong Huanyan turned around and said goodbye to her mother, standing at the door watching her parents get in the car and running away.
Turning his head to look at the empty house, he felt a little discouraged for a moment, but she never gave up halfway through her work, not to mention that she hasn't done it yet, so she washed the dishes first and looked for them slowly
A piece of rag started cleaning the room. Except for cooking, which is very meticulous for Tong Huanyan, she was not good at cleaning the room, and so on.
After cleaning, he touched his stomach and found that the breakfast I had eaten in the morning had been digested. Tong Huanyan got up and went to the kitchen to prepare lunch for herself.
instant noodles, a powerful tool for lazy people and mentally retarded people, allows them to avoid enjoying a delicious meal, but they will never starve to death.
When I came to the living room with steaming instant noodles, the open TV was playing the drooling noon theater, the beautiful women's private dishes, Tong Huanyan liked to watch the most, and she also liked to pull her brother Tong Mucheng to come.
Look, if you do this, you may add two new dishes to dinner. But at this time, Tong Huanyan was drooling at the TV at most.
Seeing that the news was about to be broadcast at noon, Tong Huanyan quickly jumped over to see what major events have happened in S City recently.
"The wedding of Mr. Chu of Qiaochu Company will be held tomorrow..." Tears slid down from his eyes, dripping into the steaming instant noodles. He lowered his head and was stunned for a while. Tong Huanyan still raised his hand to lift the instant noodles mixed with tears.
Put it into your mouth.
Is this the name true? Qiao Chu, in the end, was just designer Song Da and Mr. Chu who started their business together, but he was just a passerby! He felt a little painful, but Tong Huanyan deliberately ignored it and ate it in big mouthfuls.
Holding your own instant noodles.
After finishing the already soaked noodles, Tong Huanyan brought the remaining soup to the kitchen. The sound of water overwhelmed the unpleasant sound on the TV.
Gu's top floor office.
Gu Yisheng was stunned. The exact thing was to be stunned again at a newspaper. The title was also about the wedding of the boss of Qiaochu Company. Perhaps it was to give people a sense of mystery. The heroine's name was not written, and there was no article in full bloom.
It is not an adjective to praise merit. Qiaochu Company participated in the Xicheng District reconstruction bid. Preparing for this wedding at this time will be misunderstood, so this matter is very quarrel.
We are going to get married tomorrow! I have become his favorite bride, and you will still smile like a blooming half-close lily. A small dimples hang on the corner of your mouth. It must be very beautiful.
"Mr. Gu, I will pick you up at the meeting tomorrow morning!" Qiu Yansong knocked on the door and stood at the door. After saying respectfully, he waited to reply.
"No need, I'll drive there myself." The eyes on the edge of the golden silk were placed aside by the owner, and his handsome face was bathed in the sun, making people feel like they are not angry and powerful.
"Yes, I understand, I'm waiting for you at the meeting place." Without any hesitation, Qiu Yansong finished speaking, turned around and closed the door and left.
So the man in the office once again supported his chin with one hand and looked at the beautiful weather outside with a blank expression.
The white lily flower baskets lined up from the door to the rostrum. There were ten large tables on both sides of the left and right. The dishes and wine were already on the table. The lively crowds were chatting together in groups, waiting.
The wedding is held.
"The bride is so beautiful in this outfit. I heard that it was your husband who was custom-made from Milan yesterday. I really envy you, Mrs. Chu." The dressmaker was helping Song Qianlian, who was wearing a white wedding dress, fix her head on her head
Sa said, looking at her with picturesque eyebrows in the mirror with envious expressions.
"Well, that's it! Mrs. Chu, you are so happy. Today I secretly took a look at your husband. It's so handsome." The white and fat makeup artist with a medium figure was acting like a slut. By the way, she was waiting.
Do her the final makeup work.
"Okay, don't dream of big heads. Mrs. Chu's husband is not something you can peep at." The costumer glanced at her and scolded her.
"Just take a look, it's sticky and joyful, isn't this possible? Besides, Mrs. Chu didn't say anything, so you want to talk too much!" The makeup artist glanced back and pouted and was very dissatisfied.
Song Qianlian smiled slightly and said with a good temper: "Okay, okay, don't argue anymore, otherwise Qianlian would feel guilty."
The dressmaker smiled and waved his hand, "How can it be! Let's just say that there is no other meaning. By the way, Mrs. Chu, should you retract your waist? This way, your waist will be thinner?"
The makeup artist was dissatisfied with the costumer saying everything, and hurriedly nodded and smiled: "Yes, yes! The waist of this wedding dress is designed very comfortable, and Mrs. Chu's waist is also very thin."
"Oh, when did you become a dressmaker, I haven't said anything yet?" Seeing that the two of them were about to quarrel again, Song Qianlian hurriedly interrupted them and shook her head affirmatively, "No, I think this is the case