The lujiasong city has really never seen one hundred thousand bottles of red wine.
Yu Tingchuan said slowly, This bottle of wine is not cheap.
Song Qingcheng agreed to nod I know I won’t take it for nothing
Then the villa door opened.
Lao Zhao came in with a small box in his hand.
It’s raining outside and his shoulders are a little wet.
When Lao Zhao saw his host’s family eating, he left the matter to explain. The shopping mall sent someone to send an invitation, saying that I picked out the style before and I just brought it in at the door.
Put it in the living room first Yu Tingchuan began.
Lao Zhao nodded, put away his things and left the door.
After dinner, Song Qingcheng didn’t ask Aunt Gong to pour out the leftovers and wash the dishes. When she came out of the kitchen, Yu Tingchuan was sitting in the living room and approached her, only to see that he had written an invitation without a list. He had handwritten more than a dozen letters. It should be that he was familiar with relatives and friends.
She also saw that the bottle of red wine was returned to the table, and he didn’t put it away.
Before entering the living room, the whole Song Dynasty walked to the Xuan place and locked the villa door.
Crisp click
That another person in the room looked up.
Yutingchuan watched with great interest the whole Song Dynasty’s self-restraint, and then slowly pulled the curtain of the living room and went to his side to squat like a clever post. The corner of the eye looked at those written invitations.
Yu Tingchuan had seen the check before she signed it, which showed the strength, rigidity and seriousness of men everywhere.
Invitations need to be handwritten with the names of guests.
A name ends with a prefix 2.
Song Qingcheng Chou Xiang Feng’s handwriting on the right side of the word has a running style charm, but it is more atmospheric and sharp, which reminds her of the word’ words are like people’. Some people put aside the momentum of accumulating power and even write a word to give people a sense of oppression.
The invitation also has the wedding date, October 2 nd, the second day of the ninth lunar month
I don’t mean October 1st.
Song Qingcheng remembered that he had seen the calendar before, and it was not appropriate to marry. On the auspicious day of the ecliptic, it was not as good as October 2nd.
No matter what day it is, it doesn’t really matter anymore.
In the afternoon, the whole Song Dynasty came back from the outside and changed into T-shirts and hot pants.
The light looks more and more green.
She put the invitation gently because she was thinking about something she wanted to confess, and she seemed to be absent-minded, but no matter how difficult it was, she had to say it after all.
Go to see my father this afternoon?
At this moment Yu Tingchuan spoke.
Song Qingcheng Wen turned to see him.
Yu Tingchuan wrote another invitation. He is a black gold pen, which is valuable when he looks at it. His left finger is still holding half a cigarette. He didn’t look up. Don’t run around when the family is resting these days. It doesn’t matter if people can see it. If you must see it, you don’t have to do everything yourself.
He said that he was careless, but his heart sank.
It was a long time before she whispered, It’s not important. It was like she finally found her tongue and said the long-simmering sentence, Since the child is gone, it hasn’t been registered anyway, so … forget it.
The last three words, Song Qingcheng, are very light but have unshakable determination.
Voice fell in the sitting room instantly restore quiet.
Song whole line of sight is Yu Tingchuan wearing trousers and long legs didn’t move. She continued to say, I heard you talking to Dr. Jiang last night. I took sleeping pills once when I was in Zhangjiajie. When I reacted, I couldn’t take medicine, and then my fingers dug my throat.
Then she looked up at the man on the sofa again. You always knew, didn’t you?
Know what? Yu Tingchuan put pen.
☆ Chapter 156 I should be the one who should cry.
Song Qingcheng doesn’t believe that he really doesn’t know.
Every step is calculated. How can you not know that you have been calculated?
Taking her to a Japanese guest, borrowing Li’s hand to press the fire accident seems to be trying to figure out how to do everything all the time.
I also know that she met Yu Linjiang in the afternoon.
I’m afraid I can guess what they talked about even if there is no scene.
Song Qingcheng remembered that Jiang Chi had heard her tell Shen Che about Shengmao Shopping Center when she went back to the hospital. Jiang Chi must have told him.
Now that she knows, she has no intention of hiding anything.
I had an agreement with the chairman that he would give me Shengmao Building if I had a baby.
Yu Tingchuan leaned over and put a piece of cigarette ash in the ashtray, and took a look at it. He also squatted in Song Qingcheng to see her drooping eyelids as if waiting for training. She looked back and said, Do you really believe that he will give you Sheng Mao when you have a baby?
“……”
I really don’t believe it.
The whole song dynasty was white in his heart, and he wanted to be a lion.
It’s a good thing for people to have a small brain, but it’s necessary to be right for the place or it will bring unnecessary trouble to themselves.
Song Qingcheng felt a chill in the coccygeal vertebra.