The old man was in a really good mood, and he felt even more refreshed when he said these words.
"When your grandpa celebrated his birthday, he said that you would have a wedding in the next year. Jian Jian also said during the live news broadcast that you would have a wedding in the next year. So regarding this matter, your grandpa, I, and you all
My parents decided after discussing it, and that’s it.”
After the old man briefly explained the problem, the old lady took the initiative.
"Yes, your father and I have already chosen an auspicious day for you, which will be the eighth day of the lunar month next month."
Wang Yue also said.
Zhuo Jian's mind buzzed, and she suddenly felt as if she existed in an unreal space.
Who is going to hold the wedding?
Who wants the eighth day of next month?
Fu Zhengzheng also brought his own wine to his eyes, looked at them lovingly and said, "You two should have held your wedding a long time ago. It's only because of our parents' inconsideration that it's been delayed until now. However, the day has finally come.
, we are still very excited.”
Excited?
Zhuo Jian felt that he was indeed very excited.
Holding a wedding?
When she recited the words he asked for during the Xinwen live broadcast, it was obviously because she thought he was going to marry Ruxiang, and she specifically mentioned the Bahua surname.
Fu Yanye was not as frightened as she was, and accepted it happily. However, seeing that she was stunned, he leaned into her ear and said, "Zhuo is also the Eight Painters."
Zhuo Jian reflexively turned to look at him, as if struck by lightning.
"Jian Jian, Jian Jian?"
"Ah? I'm here!"
Zhuo Jian was called out by Wang Yue several times before she came to her senses and quickly agreed.
"What do you think, please stop studying recently and go after the wedding?"
Wang Yue told her in a good temper.
Zhuo Jian looked at the expectant eyes of her elders but unconsciously stood up slowly.
"Mom, dad, grandparents, I, I can't hold a wedding with Mr. Ye."
She didn't want to disappoint her elders, but this matter was so big that she really couldn't agree to it just to make them happy.
As expected, the elders looked at her with some disappointment.
Even Fu Yanye didn't expect that she would refuse like this in front of her grandparents.
Fu Zhengzheng glanced at his son, hoping he would say something.
Fu Yanye just said lightly: "Let's eat first!"
But when it comes to this, how can we still eat?
Everyone was a little bit unsatisfied, until a few minutes later, the old lady suddenly claps her chopsticks: "I said there was a wedding, and that means there is a wedding."
Everyone looked at her subconsciously.
The old lady looked at Zhuo Jian and Fu Yanye and said sternly: "It's useless for anyone to object to this matter. It's no longer time for you to make the decision."
"grandmother!"
Zhuo Jian shouted subconsciously.
"Jian Jian, grandma can rely on you for everything else, but our family has already talked about the wedding. If it doesn't happen this spring, what will others think? Do you and I still have this old face of your grandfather?
?”
The old lady asked her again.
"But......"
"Don't mess with me again."
After the old lady finished speaking, she stood up and left with a cold face.
After that, the old man, Fu Zhengzheng and Wang Yue kept telling her.
Zhuo Jian looked at Fu Yanye several times. Fu Yanye just drank a glass of white wine, and then gave the old man and his father more wine, and then himself.
He has always been very good in terms of etiquette, but now his face is so bad that Zhuo Jian doesn't know what to say if he wants to ask him for help.
After the meal, the two of them stayed overnight as usual. This time Zhuo Jian followed him upstairs and closed the door on his own initiative.
Fu Yanye was unbuttoning his shirt around his neck.
Zhuo Jian could see that he was so angry that he couldn't help but step forward.
"Fu Yanye, could you please say something to me?"
"say what?"
Fu Yanye lowered his eyes to look at her, suppressing his anger.