Qiao Xiaoxiao is silent
"Before marriage, Xiaoyu went to my home and talked to them." Lin Nianlei smiled and looked up. "Forget it, I won’t come tomorrow. I’ll marry myself."
Joe leaned against the windowsill and hugged his shoulder. "You are so lucky."
"Lucky for what?" Han Han asked
"I’m lucky that this generation can meet and let myself ignore love," Qiao Xiaoxiao said simply. "Many people may not have this opportunity for their whole lives."
"That must be" Lin Nianlei nodded heavily and answered "I am willing to marry him"
"Have a drink. I wish you married love." Joe Xiaoxiao picked up a small table of red wine next to him.
They were in the window, and the moonlight spilled into the room, and they collided with each other.
"cheers to love!"
"cheers!"
The girlfriends gulped down their glasses and put them back on the windowsill. Lin Nianlei turned her head and looked out the window again before leaving with Joe Xiaoxiao.
……
Qu Yanbei
Lin’s mother, Zhang Lan, came home a little drunk.
"Come back?" Aunt at home came over and asked 1.
"Well," Zhang Lan took off her shoes and asked softly, "Did anyone take anything with her?"
"It was delivered three days ago." Aunt nodded in response.
"good"
Zhang LAN nodded and stepped towards the room, but I didn’t expect to see Lin Yaozong in the living room.
"Yo, the busy man is back. This is really splendid!" Zhang Lan greeted her husband with a very dissatisfied teasing tone.
Lin Yaozong looked at the flat brain and looked up with expression. "Why do you say something got?"
"No," said Zhang Lan, putting her bag on the table and picking up jewelry. "Did you know that your daughter got married the next day?"
Lin Yaozong heard the frown and didn’t answer the words.
"I want to go, you know?" Zhang LAN added.
Lin Yaozong looked up at her. "Are you drunk?"
"It’s all right." Zhang Lan picked up her things and turned and walked. "I went upstairs to sleep."
Aunt saw that the atmosphere in the room was wrong and poured Lin Yaozong a cup of tea, so she stepped back to her room.
Kuang Lin Yao rarely lit a cigarette in the sitting room and sat on the sofa and smoked quietly.
"Didi Lingling!"