"I know you are not short of money, but no matter how you say it, it's my heart."
"You send me the way you deal with other women?"
Geng Ao smiled and bit on her shoulder: "I didn't warn my partners for other women. For you, I didn't even give Liu Ke the face, please be content."
Shen Ru coldly curled his lips: "What kind of thing is Liu Ke? It's just a dog at your feet. Don't call yourself so great. The owner will give the dog orders that are justified and righteous, but don't talk about face or face."
"Hahaha..." The man laughed, "I like to hear that."
Shen Ruxing was unhappy.
Geng Ao raised his eyebrows: "Do you have any more requests? Take advantage of your good mood now, and put them forward together."
The dark light flashed across the woman's eyes, and it disappeared in a blink of an eye. She didn't care about the man's words: "I'm afraid you can't do what I ask.
"Heh," Geng Ao's eyes sharpened, and he raised his hand to pinch the woman's slender neck, "Although you have used the most botched aggressive method with bad intentions, you are still going to eat you today."
The first half sentence made Shen Ru lift up his heart, and the second half sentence suddenly fell back to the real place.
She raised her neck, as graceful and noble as a swan.
It is Geng Ao's favorite appearance.
"Help me deal with someone."
"Oh? Who makes you angry for not having eyes?"
"... Shen Hou."
Seeing the man's doubts, Shen Ru added: "My half-sister."
…
The first day of the first month.
Shen Hou woke up naturally when he slept.
The thrill of being held hostage yesterday and the signs of suspected derailment by a man have not affected her current good mood.
After washing, I practiced a set of yoga on the spot.
Then I ordered room service to bring breakfast. After eating, I painted a light makeup and went out shopping.
The first is to buy a new mobile phone.
After paying the money, asked the clerk to help install the phone card. Shen Hun tried to leave without any problems.
Opposite it is the largest shopping mall in Ningcheng. Shen Hun is holding Quan Hanting's card, like a farmer going to cut leek, his eyes are full of joy of a harvest.
Compared to her good mood, someone on the island is not so relaxed.
Last night's birthday banquet ended, most of the guests have left the island, a small number of stayed temporarily for one night, and left one after another this morning.
In the end, the prosperity ended, and only the An family remained on the island.
"Brother, why are you frowning?"
As soon as An Zizhao entered the hall, he saw Quan Hanting sitting on the sofa, frowning.
He thought for a while, "Ji Feixuan broke into your room. I had already punished the secret guard who was outside at the time. That woman left the island with Ji's family last night."
The implication is that things are resolved, can we take that poker face
Quan Hanting hummed softly, but his face was solemn, but he was not so relieved.
Seeing An Zizhao was amazed: "Brother, have you hit the evil?"
Quan Hanting has been precocious since he was a child, and when he was ten years old, he was released by his aunt and uncle to practice. Since then, few people and things have made him show this expression.
"Don't be noisy, just have fun."
An Zizhao's mouth twitched: "..."
At this moment, An Zijun, the grandson of An’s family, came in and saw that both of them were there. He smiled and said, "Brother Zhao, Brother Ting, what are you two doing here? Is there anything good?"
"Zijun came right in time. I heard that you have been pestering Old Man Xi to study Chinese medicine recently, and quickly show you what kind of disease Ting Brother has caused."
An Zijun wondered: "Brother Ting was not okay last night, why did he suddenly fall ill?"
"Why do you have so much nonsense? See if you don't know."
"… Oh."
An Zijun walked to Quan Hanting's side and raised his hand to get his pulse. The latter coldly raised his eyes, and his movements froze in midair.
"Ting, Brother Ting..."
"I'm not sick."
An Zijun's eyes for help turned to An Zizhao.
"Ahem! Brother, don't scare this Zijun, he is timid."
Quan Hanting suddenly raised his eyes and looked at An Zizhao with a serious face: "Since you know he is timid and don't be scared, don't pull him in at the beginning."
An Zizhao: "Then... I am not concerned about you."
Quan Hanting: "Do you want me to say thank you?"
An Zizhao: "If you want, I don't mind accepting it either."
An Zijun: "?" So, why do you two brothers trouble me
After being poor, An Zizhao put away his hippie smile, sternly--
"Seriously, what are you worrying about, brother?"
Quan Hanting pondered for a moment: "How to explain."
"Explain what?" An Zizhao sat down.
An Zijun also leaned over, and he could hardly see Quan Hanting on the island. At this moment, it is rare to seize the time.
Quan Hanting: "It's about Ji's daughter."
"Ah, I thought it was really a great problem. It's not easy? You just tell your grandmother that you don't like her. According to her old man's love for you, you won't be forced, don't worry."
An Zizhao thought he was bothering to explain Ji Feixuan’s incident to the old lady, and continued to explain: “Furthermore, my grandmother’s sense of surname Ji is not as good as outsiders imagined. It is said that great-grandmother did not do this to her grandmother when she was a mother-in-law. My daughter-in-law has a black hand."
A family like them can use the three words "inferior hand", thinking that it is not ordinary friction, but the kind that kills people at every turn.
"The two families still keep in touch with each other over the years, but in the face of Ji Xiuchen, the whole Ji family is worthy of respect, and only this old Taishan is the only one who has not married for life and left no heirs. In the future, if you leave the West, the connection between the Anjia and the Ji family will be completely broken. I think other people in the Ji family will also realize this, so they will spare no effort to marry with Zhanao, in order to maintain the relationship between the two."
Quan Hanting was fascinated and didn't know if he had listened.
An Zizhao shrugged, and suddenly looked at An Zijun, who was sitting quietly, with a malicious smile flashing in his eyes: "Actually, it's not easy for the Ji family to find a son-in-law with the surname An? Like our Zijun is very suitable If it’s not, brother, you rejected the girl too harshly last night, which smashed her self-confidence, maybe you have cooked rice with Zijun by now, right?"
An Zijun who was also shot while lying down: "?"
A look dumbfounded.
What does it matter to him
"What are you three brothers muttering while sitting here?" A smiling voice came, and the elegant woman stepped into the hall.
The three stood up together.
Quan Hanting: "Auntie."
An Zijun: "Auntie."
An Zizhao: "Mom."
Ming Ying scanned the three young men, "Sit down, what are you doing standing up? What were you talking about just now, I also listen to it?"
An Zizhao helplessly: "Mom, the three of us are talking about business, so don't mess around."
Mingying glanced at her son sadly: "They say that dogs are not too poor, and children are not too ugly. I am not ugly now, so do you start to dislike me?"
An Zizhao: "..."
Quan Hanting: "..."
An Zijun: "..."
"By the way, Ting, how did you get along with Girl Ji last night?"