Ji Xing didn't expect Song Heng to come to him. He nodded slightly and said, "I'll go bring her a drink first."
His future uncle-in-law asked him to have a drink with him, and it would be bad if he didn't go.
After Song Yiyan took a sip of juice, she saw Ji Xing was about to leave and grabbed him. She was still in a daze, and her voice was a bit coquettish: "Where are you going?"
Ji Xing turned his head and looked at the little woman with a flushed face who was obviously not awake. He patted her furry head with his big hand and said, "Your third brother asked me to drink."
Song Yiyan snorted and suddenly woke up: "You mean Song Heng is back?"
Ji Xing: "It's not just him, your whole family is here. There's a family meeting. Grandpa saw that you were sleeping soundly, so he didn't let me call you."
Song Yiyan put down her drink and jumped out of bed: "Song Heng wants to drink, and I will go with him."
She still has a good impression of her brothers in the family. They actually protect her and love her.
When Song Yiyan was at home, she was not very particular and would run out in her pajamas.
Ji Xing grabbed her and looked at the silk pajamas she was wearing. The neckline was slightly open, and the snow-white heels on her chest could be seen looming. The short pants covered her neiku, revealing two long, slender white legs, and her Adam's apple. After rolling for a while, he said in a deep voice: "Change into clothes and go."
Song Yiyan frowned and looked at her pajamas. She didn't think there was anything wrong with it: "I just went to see my brother."
Ji Xing dragged her to the dressing room, pulled off her pajamas with his hands, and said with a cold handsome face, as if he had seen nothing and had no desires and desires: "Brother can't do it either."
Song Yiyan laughed and looked up at the man in front of her: "Are you jealous?"
Ji Xing nodded and gave a low hum. He had already taken a knee-length off-white pleated skirt and put it on her: "From now on, when I wear pajamas, only I can see it."
Song Yiyan smiled even more happily, nodded, leaned forward and kissed the man on the lips: "I understand, Mr. Jealousy."
While Ji Xing was dressing her, he also told her the general content of the family meeting.
Song Yiyan still couldn't figure it out: "You said that my third brother is going to marry a woman he just met? He slept with her and became pregnant as soon as he slept with her?"
She knew the third brother's girlfriend, Sister Bailu, who was beautiful and kind. She bought her gifts every time she came over. Everyone in the family liked her very much.
Ji Xing: "That's probably it. Grandpa and uncle asked him to be responsible for marrying that girl. We will set a date to get married soon."
It turned out that the Song family really had to wait until the rice was cooked before they would allow marriage.
It seems that his movements will be faster.
Song Heng was sitting under the grape trellis in the yard, and the lights above were not turned on. Through the moonlight, his sad and lonely figure could be seen.
Song Yiyan ran directly over, smiled and said, "Third brother, I heard that you are getting married, congratulations!"
"You girl!" Song Heng was already feeling uncomfortable and almost bursting with emotion. When he heard her words, he sighed deeply: "You know you are kidding me. If possible, I really might as well died."
All his heart was given to Bailu, and he would never fall in love with any woman again. He married her out of a sense of responsibility. He would not love her in the future, but would only give her a status.
It doesn't matter if he feels a little wronged himself, he is just afraid of wronging other girls.
"Getting married is a happy event. It's not about death." Song Yiyan sat opposite him, one foot on the stone bench, and said like an uncle: "You know I can read Feng Shui, and I can also tell the days. I guarantee it to you. Pick a good day.”
Song Heng held her breath in his chest and was about to explode, so he gave her a violent shudder: "Didn't Ji Xing tell you?"
Song Yiyan smiled and put the two bottles of Moutai on the table and nodded: "Say, I think you are a scumbag. You can't even control your own body. You deserve it."
Song Heng was about to spit out a mouthful of blood:...
Was she here to comfort him? Or did you come here to piss him off
Seeing that Song Heng was about to be pissed off by her, Ji Xing patted her head lightly and said mischievously, "Third brother, she is joking with you!"
Of course Song Heng knew it was a joke, and he wouldn't really be angry with her. He just felt that his sister's personality had changed a lot since she regretted the marriage: "You guys sit down and have a drink with me!"
Song Yiyan didn't need to be greeted, she had already poured the wine consciously, and was about to drink a glass of wine.
Ji Xing grabbed her wrist and took away the wine glass. He placed a bottle of Sprite in front of her and knocked on the table: "This is yours."
Song Yiyan gritted her teeth and glared at him unhappily: "Third brother already said that he wants to drink!"
Song Heng's eyes overflowed with helplessness: "I'm drinking with Ji Xing, do you want to drink with you? You're a girl, why are you here to join in the fun?"
"You two stinky men, what do you know?" Song Yiyan snorted disdainfully: "I'm not here just to help you analyze the current situation. You also know what kind of family our Song family is, and how many women have ripped out their hearts. If you want to marry someone with your thoughts, how do you know whether the girl is a white lotus or a green tea bitch!"
Song Heng frowned and thought for a moment. It seems that white lotus and green tea bitch are not good words!
Song Yiyan continued nonchalantly: "Let me just calculate it like this. Third brother, you have recently committed a peach blossom evil, and I have to give you a good explanation."
"What do you mean?" Song Heng didn't believe in this set of feudal superstitions. Even if his grandfather recovered from his illness last time, he wouldn't believe it either.
Grandpa had a heartache, but it was because of her that he got sick. When she returned home, his heartache disappeared and his condition naturally got better.
However, his parents, uncles, and others believed in this very much. They even mentioned it to him when they called him, saying that his sister was so powerful now that many dignitaries in the capital came to her for Feng Shui consultation.
"You, if you can go home once a month, this kind of thing won't happen. I will help you figure it out in advance." Song Yiyan glanced at the bad luck on his face, sighed, and said seriously Explained it to him.
This so-called love affair is destined to happen. One day, marriage is destined. It is a good love affair. It is the love between two people who like each other.
There are also bad peach blossoms, which are peach blossom evil spirits, which bring bad luck, misdeeds, and constant injuries and disasters.
"It means that the woman you want to marry is not a good woman, nor is she your destined marriage." Song Yiyan explained, looked at him seriously and said: "If you marry her, you will be ruined for the rest of your life. That’s it.”
Although Song Heng didn't like that girl in his heart, he was about to marry her after all: "You have never met her, how do you know she is not a good woman."
(End of chapter)