"How did the time change?" asked warmly and puzzledly.
Tang Yichen took a warm look, did not answer the warm question, and looked out the window sideways.
…
Tang Yichen sent invitations to both Tang Yiting and Mussi. Mussi has confirmed that he will be there, but Tang Yiting...
"I heard that the little girl next to Young Master Er had a problem, so I haven't received an answer yet." Jiulong replied respectfully.
Warm holding the chopsticks, she heard Jiulong say the Second Young Master several times, who is this Second Young Master
Warmth couldn't help asking, Jiulong glanced at Tang Yichen and slowly said.
"It's the son of auntie, now in Italy." Jiulong explained briefly. After all, Tang Yiting was the person who turned his face with Tang Yichen in order to warm up.
"That's it." Warm nodded, and continued to bury his head in the book.
The warm and serious look made Tang Yichen frown, and without saying a word, he took out the book in Warm's hand and threw it into Jiulong's arms.
Jiulong immediately caught it firmly, and looked at the two of them for unknown reasons.
"Does the eyes hurt?" Tang Yichen asked rhetorically.
Even if Warmth wanted to say something, Tang Yichen couldn't tell why.
Warmth had to sit up straight, listening to Tang Yichen's words with Jiulong, I kept talking.
"Call me."
Tang Yichen stretched out his hand, and Jiulong immediately handed the phone up.
Tang Yichen took a warm look and waited for someone to speak before Tang Yichen spoke.
"I am Tang Yichen."
Tang Yiting's complexion on the other end of the phone was not so good. He looked helplessly at Ye Xiaoai, who was sitting in the corner of the sofa and breathing with him, rubbing his temples irritably.
"What's wrong?" Tang Yiting said.
what's happenin? Tang Yichen's expression changed, so he didn't take his matter to heart
"I sent you something." Tang Yichen frowned.
Something sent
Tang Yiting raised his eyes and glanced at the unopened mail he had thrown aside, and withdrew his gaze indifferently.
"I haven't had time to open it, what did you get for me?" Every time Tang Yiting took a step, Ye Xiaoai stepped back in fear, and exhaled with Tang Yiting.
"Wedding invitation." Tang Yichen was straight to the point. He had mentioned it to him before then.
Tang Yiting's body stiffened, but he didn't expect it to be so fast.
"Well, I will go, and I will bring someone." Tang Yiting said, glanced at the girl next to him.
Leave her here alone, and when he comes back from a trip to China, this girl probably disappeared.
Feeling that the person in Tang Yiting's mouth was himself, Ye Xiaoai immediately became excited, "I don't want to go with you, you go alone."
Ye Xiaoai's voice was loud, and Tang Yichen and Warmth here had heard it.
Looking at Tang Yichen warmly and curiously, "Why is there a girl's voice?"
Tang Yichen smiled indifferently, "Hush."
Warm shut up immediately, "Yeah."
"Ye Xiaoai!" Tang Yiting came up angry and stared at Ye Xiaoai coldly with his mobile phone.
"Huh." Ye Xiaoai got up from the chair and ran upstairs, stepping on her slippers.
"Stop me."
"Hang up first, I will go to your wedding."
Tang Yiting said to me, hung up the phone, and walked in front of Ye Xiaoai.
"Who are you talking to?"
Ye Xiaoai was wearing slippers and raised her head just to reach Tang Yiting. His shoulders, his hair rolled into a ball head, his skin was fair, and he stared at Tang Yiting with wide eyes.
"Uncle." Ye Xiaoai looked at Tang Yiting harmlessly, stretched out her hand to hold Tang Yiting's arm, and smiled, "You just want me to follow you so cleverly every day, don't you do nothing?"