For some reason, seeing this message, Yu Yuehan's heart skipped a beat for an instant.
Nian Xiaomu took Xiao Liuliu to see Mo Chengxian, so there must be her intentions.
She said that she could get them married on Qixi Festival.
He has to trust her.
Well, Thaksin.
He just gets nervous every day, after all, he is the only one left who can't marry a wife.
Yu Yuehan put down the computer pretending to be calm, picked up his cell phone and called Tezhu Yang.
"You ask people to ask what's going on, keep a low profile, don't expose yourself, and don't let her know that I asked people to ask. The main thing is to ask whether old Patriarch Mo promised us to get married!"
After Yu Yuehan finished speaking, he waited for a few seconds before Special Assistant Yang's reply.
He removed the phone and glanced at it.
The phone was connected and the conversation picked up.
Why is no one talking
He had just dropped his voice and was about to ask Special Assistant Yang what was going on, when a pitiful voice suddenly came from the other end of the phone.
"Yu Yuehan, grandpa said you are too ugly, so we should not let us get married, let's elope!"
Yu Yuehan: "..."
Is Pi happy now
Yu Yuehan wished he could fly to her now, push him against a chair and beat her butt, to see if she was still skinny.
But she seemed to know that he was in a hurry, so she purposely didn't explain what was going on, only said that she would go back to the hospital immediately, and hung up the phone.
Yu Yuehan called again, but no one answered the phone.
Anyway, Nian Xiaomu already knew about his nervousness, so Yu Yuehan didn't hold back any more, he called Qi Yan who was in Mo Chengliang's villa, and asked him what was going on.
Qi Yan was woken up.
The voice on the phone was a little hoarse.
Hearing that he was not idle last night, he was catching up on sleep at the moment, and when he first answered the phone, he was still angry about getting up.
It was Yu Yuehan's voice, and his attitude improved a little.
After figuring out the reason for his call, he quickly became cynical again.
"Don't worry, if you don't get married on Qixi Festival, I invite you to my wedding with Beng Beng!"
Yu Yuehan: "..."
Yu Yuehan: "Let me kindly remind you that I am not a gentleman. If someone makes me unhappy, even if I can't, I will hold him back. Mo Yongheng probably doesn't know that Tan Bengbeng is not pregnant, right?" ?”
Qi Yan: "..."
Now Qi Yan couldn't laugh anymore.
Sitting up from bed without any clothes on, she reached out to brush her hair and tied it casually behind her head.
Light is projected from outside the window.
Mischievous spots of light occasionally flashed across his smooth chest, this scene was as seductive as possible.
Qi Yan seemed to be quite unaware of his own charm, he casually reached out to pick up a glass of water from the bedside table, and took a sip.
"I just woke up. If you want to inquire about news, always give me time to go out and ask."
He had just put his legs off the bed, and before he could get up, a hand grabbed his arm.
"Get dressed." Tan Bengbeng woke up at some point, blushing, staring at his chest, reminding him in a muffled voice.
"And pants."
She has always spoken few words, just a few simple words to point out the main points.
The whole face was buried under the quilt again, only two eyes were exposed.
"I'm wearing pants, but I haven't buttoned them up, and men don't pay much attention to them. In summer, who hasn't been shirtless?" Qi Yan explained subconsciously.
In the middle of talking, he suddenly thought of something, threw the phone on the bedside table, and turned to look at Tan Bengbeng excitedly.