Cheng Shaoze looked at her look of triumph as a young woman, smiled fondly, and then used his own method of showing weakness and using the child to coerce her into using her cell phone.
Lin Zhiyu watched her put her mobile phone in her bag, but the moment she turned around, she immediately took out the mobile phone and quickly disconnected the battery. Looking at the torn mobile phone, Cheng Shaoze smiled proudly and saw
See if you can still call and disturb them now.
"Honey, what do you think of this set of bedclothes? I've already asked. This brand is the only one shipped from abroad to the country. Time is tight. Why don't we use this bed as a wedding bed first?"
The phone was put back into the bag, and Cheng Shaoze rushed to his wife again.
"No, why do you have to use foreign beds? Domestic ones are not bad! I like hanging bed curtains. It feels like a European aristocrat!" Lin Zhiyu, who has the same hobby as Tong Huanyan, started selling furniture when she arrived.
In the shopping mall, I immediately couldn’t walk.
"Then buy this foreign brand, and I'll buy you a hanging bed curtain, okay?" Cheng Shaoze settled for the next best thing. He certainly knew how to convince his wife. Sure enough, Lin Zhiyu was lying on the bed with a look on her face that she just wanted to give it to me.
Buying a hanging bed curtain, I don’t care about anything else.
They are not as entangled as Tong Huanyan. They know what kind of bed furniture they want to buy, and once they are convinced, they just make a decision and then go to the next store again.
"The number you dialed has been turned off..." A cold, emotionless computer voice rang in her ears, and Tong Huanyan was a little dazed listening to the voice reminder on her phone.
I don’t have the hobby of running around in the streets, let alone what I am doing now, leaving my fiancé in their wedding room, and then running out. I can’t go to the company. In that case, I can’t explain why I did it.
Tong Huanyan showed up at the company at this time, so Tong Huanyan had no choice but to go home.
Slowly walking towards her home, the pedestrians and vehicles coming and going on the road seemed to completely isolate her. Tong Huanyan felt extremely lonely in her heart.
Carrying some secrets that cannot be told to others, she is always afraid of being discovered, and the more this happens, the more anxious she will be. She wants to find someone to talk to, and her best friend is also her best choice. She knows this
He will also keep secrets for himself, and will be his strong backing. After all, this is a secret that even the people closest to him cannot know.
"You came back so early. Didn't you say you went to see the wedding room with Chu Yichen? Did he bully you?" Tong Huanyan, who had just returned home, was immediately asked one after another and lost the opportunity to be stunned.
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As soon as she saw her brother's concerned face, Tong Huanyan's unhappiness instantly swelled. With a cry, she threw herself into her brother's arms and cried out all her anxiety over the past few days. Tong Mucheng was at a loss for a while, and then
Just like when he was a child, he slowly held her in his arms, and the feeling of loneliness and alienation slowly dissipated. His sister's sad cries almost made him unable to control himself, and he wanted to beat up the person who bullied his sister.
The brother and sister hugged each other for a long time. When he felt that Tong Huanyan's cries became quieter, Tong Mucheng said cautiously: "What's wrong? Is that bastard really bullying you? Tell me and I will help you beat him up."
"Brother, he didn't bully me, I... just." She bit her lip and spoke in a hoarse voice. She pinched her palms tightly before Tong Huanyan finished what she wanted to say.
Swallowed it back.
"I didn't bully you, why are you crying like this, Xiaoyan, brother is not a fool. No matter how wronged you are, as long as you tell brother, I will help you." He raised his hand to wipe away the tears on her face and looked at it.
Looking at those red rabbit-like eyes, Tong Mucheng felt a pain in his heart.
Tong Huanyan inherited more of her mother's face, and even the two dimples seemed to be exactly the same. Tong Mucheng inherited her father's face and personality, and her calm black eyes can often make people hide.
However, now these black eyes are filled with a hint of panic and heartache.
"I know!" He lowered his head and refused to look at the pain in his eyes.
"Okay, now tell me brother, how did that bastard bully my favorite sister? I want to see if he is really itchy." Tong Mucheng waved his hand domineeringly, looking like he was evenly matched.
Although there was a smile on his face, Tong Mucheng didn't feel relaxed at all. His mother told herself that Xiaoyan would always wake up in the middle of the night these days, as if she had a nightmare. Xiaoyan, what happened?
Do you know that your smiles are less now? So much so that I always forget what your smile looks like. You talk less and you will be stunned from time to time, wondering what is hiding in your heart.
"Haha! It really doesn't happen, brother, it has nothing to do with Yichen." Looking at her brother's serious look, Tong Huanyan finally laughed.
If the marriage had happened more than a month ago, Tong Huanyan knew that she would not be like this, but everything and all the variables happened on that night.
"Are you really okay?" Tong Mucheng confirmed again. Seeing her nodding firmly, she felt a faint sense of loss in her heart.
"By the way, brother, where are mom and dad?" Such a loud noise did not disturb the two elders of the Tong family. They were obviously not at home.
"Well, I just remembered to ask where my parents are!" Tong Mucheng nodded her forehead and looked at her big eyes full of grievances. Tong Mucheng felt nostalgic in his heart, "The traffic police team has another mission today, so maybe
You will be back very late at night, so let me show you my skills today and treat you to the curry bibimbap made by Master Tongda."
"Really! Okay, I'll take the initiative." The big, aggrieved eyes were instantly filled with blood, looking at him with vigour.
The eldest young master of the Tong family has very good cooking skills. Of course, he was forced to practice them. The traffic police team of Tong's parents and Tong's mother would have missions from time to time. The two children would always be starved by their parents until they ended up on their own.
Let's face it, although Tong Huanyan looked very lively and lovable when she was a child, she was really blind in this aspect.
So Tong Mucheng, as the eldest brother, took the initiative to take on the task of chef, while Xiao Huanyan was on the side adding trouble and helping others. In this way, Master Tong was trained to be a good chef in the cooking world, and even conquered Tong's parents and Tong's mother.
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"As long as you don't cause trouble, it'll be fine." Tong Mucheng looked helplessly at her excited face.
"How could it be, brother? You can't look down on me so much now." Raising her eyebrows, Tong Huanyan gestured to him that she was about to get married.
"Okay then! Come with me." Leading Comrade Xiaoyan who looked excited, the Tong family brother and sister got into the kitchen together to study the curry and bibimbap.
Hospital.
"Auntie, look what I brought you again. This is the only store in S city that can make this kind of golden candy cake. I waited in line for a long time to buy it." He heard the words before anyone arrived,
Song Qianlian stepped into the door of the ward and smiled at the man on the bed.
"Really! How did Qianlian know that Auntie and I like to eat golden candy cakes? What a silly child. Look at how hot and sweaty you are. Sit down and have a rest." Zhang Qiaohui hurriedly moved her buttocks.
, let her sit by the bed.
Putting the golden candy cake that she had waited in line for a long time to buy on the bedside table in the ward, Song Qianlian sat beside her without any politeness. Today, Song Qianlian did not wear heavy makeup and applied a layer of makeup.
Apply a thin layer of powder, eyeliner, and apply red lips with light lipstick. She is no longer wearing a tight-fitting skirt. She wears a white V-neck, black knee-length pants, and black strappy high-heeled shoes. She can also wear professional attire.
Fashion style.
The whole person looks no longer as charming as before, but it is also so beautiful that people can't take their eyes away. At least Zhang Qiaohui doesn't take his eyes away now. Looking left and right, she feels very beautiful, and at the same time, she feels even more disappointed.
"Auntie, what's wrong with you? Are you unhappy about something? Or is it because Qianlian didn't do something well?" With Song Qianlian's mind, how could she not know the reason for the deep disappointment in her eyes, and she wanted to
This is the effect. As long as Zhang Qiaohui feels good about herself, she will have an extra layer of protection.
"Silly boy, what are you talking about? Why didn't you do a good job? You come to see me every day, but where is my soon-to-be wife? I haven't even seen a shadow of her. Humph, it's really..." Zhang Qiaohui listened to her words
He immediately became angry, and his displeasure and resentment toward Tong Huanyan grew stronger.
"Auntie, don't be angry, Huanyan! She and Yichen are about to get married, and the time is short, so they are naturally more busy preparing for the wedding." Song Qianlian brushed Zhang Qiaohui's hands with a smile on her face.
"You! Don't say nice things to them. Auntie is not an old fool. Even my son is. How could he choose such an ignorant woman?" Song Qianlian's comfort did not dispel Zhang Qiaohui's anger. On the contrary, she became more and more angry.
She complained about her son, ignoring such a good woman in front of her and choosing a Tong Huanyan who she didn't like.
"Qianlian! Don't talk about my aunt, you are a hundred times better than that Tong Huanyan. I really don't know why my son blinked his eyes and let you choose that wooden person instead."
Zhang Qiaohui pretended to be angry and reprimanded her son. She grabbed Song Qianlian's hand and was angry but it was not serious.
Frowning slightly, Song Qianlian felt sweet in her heart, but put on a modest look on her face, "Auntie, you really praise me so much. In fact, Huanyan is not... so unbearable, not to mention, Yichen likes her.
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"Oh, that's true. If my life hadn't been taken away by God at some point, I would never have let my son marry that woman."