"What's the matter?" Fourth brother's mellow voice is coming through the earpiece, becoming more and more magnetic and low.
Yan Shiqi took his seat and leaned lazily on the armrest of the sofa. He asked, "I've been back to Linhu Bay. When will you be back?"
The man pondered for a few seconds, "to be late, I'll let Mrs. Lin cook."
"No, you're busy. I'll tell you, I'll be with orange, and we'll just have something to eat."
Yan Shiqi thought that he was still busy in the company, so he hung up without saying much.
At the moment, the man is taking a bus to... Licheng detention center!
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That night, Yan Shiqi and Wen Cheng made some homemade hot pot at home. The two sisters were not picky about food either. They found some ingredients in the refrigerator and planned to have a bite at random.
It was nearly half past six when their cell phones on the dining table rang at the same time.
Yan Shiqi and Wen Cheng look at each other and smile. Holding the phone to unlock the screen, they see Leng Yichi, the third brother-in-law, pulling a wechat group.
Leng Yichi: he and Wen Zhiyuan have returned to the imperial capital. The day after tomorrow, they will hold a wedding. I'm going back now. I hope it's too late.
Then, the third sister Qin Bai warm back an expression.
Warm: [HA HA]
There were five people in the group, and the fourth brother was also pulled in.
And inkstone when seven see this news, directly swallow the spinach in the mouth.
She immediately looked up at Wen Cheng, "did he tell you about it this afternoon?"
Wen Cheng sneered and threw his chopsticks on the table. "No, I didn't talk about anything in the afternoon. I just sat down for a while. After receiving a message, he left!"
Sure enough, no one can stop Leng Yiyan's mind.
Yan Shiqi looked at the news of her third brother-in-law, typed a few words and deleted them. In this way, she didn't send out a word.
I really don't know what to say.
At the beginning, she still doubted Leng Yiyan's purpose, but now those doubts are groundless and ridiculous.
The wedding will be held in two days. How impatient is he to marry Wen Zhiyuan?!
At this time, the mobile phone vibrated for a while, inkstone seven concentration, saw Wen orange reply message.
Yi dead bird: tomorrow, I'll go back.
Inkstone when seven across the table to see her, no hesitation, also followed the reply.
17: Let's go there together!
Leng Yiyan said that he hoped they could all attend the wedding.
She didn't catch up with the engagement ceremony, so she wanted to see what the wedding would be like.
Wen Cheng sees that reply, the complexion is silent to go up inkstone time seven of eyes, "are you sure your body can so toss again?"
Yan Shiqi put down his mobile phone and sighed, "why do you think I'm not in good health? The child is very healthy now, and I'm not a person who doesn't know how to be proper.
So many pregnant women are still working every day. Why can't I?
What's more, it's not a toss. At most, it's a bit of a rush. Is it hard for all pregnant women in China to settle down at home? "
Wen Cheng pursed the corners of his mouth, but he was speechless!
"Well, don't worry about me. After their marriage this time, I think there should be a story about Wen Zhiyuan.
In Licheng, she was so upset by the media that after she returned to the imperial capital, I would like to see how she and Leng Yiyan would live without family protection. "
Wen Cheng glanced at her and angrily touched the bridge of her nose, "the tongue is as smooth as a spring!"
Yan Shiqi's smile deepened. He picked up his chopsticks again and added a piece of beef to Wen Cheng. "I think you are praising me!"