182. You have to give me one for your birthday

"Damn, I'm going to be angry today. ”

On the weekend, Xia Yuan's family had a family dinner, and Zhang Shiting was so angry when she got home that her face was very smelly.

"What are you doing? Ding Zhiqiang again?"

Xia Yuan put dishes and chopsticks on the table, and then urged Jiang Xiaoling to come out of the kitchen to eat.

Zhang Shiting went to wash her hands and returned to the table.

"It's not Ding Zhiqiang. ”

She wrinkled her nose and glared at Xia Yuan, "Why do you mention Ding Zhiqiang? I won't be so miserable, I will be bullied by this person every day, right?"

"Then what are you angry about?"

Xia Yuan gave her a bowl of lotus root pork rib soup, and then sat down to eat some peanuts.

"Today I went to do my hair, and the sister who washed my hair actually called me eldest sister! You said that you are not angry, I am a platinum member at his house, and now I don't want to go. ”

"Isn't it normal for people to call you eldest sister when they're younger than you?" Xia Yuan didn't take it seriously, and asked calmly while eating, "Otherwise, how should I call you?"

"Of course it'......"

Zhang Shiting's eyes turned to the corners of her eyes, and the fierce light was revealed, and she couldn't wait to slap this big nephew to death.

She finally understood Ying Sitong's feelings, how did Little Eyes endure living with this bar spirit?

"Of course, it's called Little Sister. ”

Zhang Shiting stuffed a piece of lotus root into her mouth and bit it hard, as if she wanted to vent her anger on it.

Xia Yuan felt that this aunt's whole person was in a state of anxiety throughout the whole process, and she had risen to the level of mania, and a little bit of anything could touch Zhang Shiting's sensitive points.

"Isn't the little sister the sister?"

"Of course it's different. ”

Zhang Shiting corrected, "In addition to praising you for being young, the young lady also has the meaning of being good-looking, which is not the same thing as a pure older sister." ”

Xia Yuan pursed his lips, really speechless.

"Okay, if you're happy. ”

However, he invited Zhang Shiting to come today, and there are still very important things to say.

Xia Yuan exchanged glances with Ying Sitong, and then solemnly put down the dishes and chopsticks.

"Auntie, there is something I want to discuss with you. ”

"What the hell?"

Zhang Shiting didn't raise her head, biting the ribs, while immersed in the anger of being called the eldest sister.

But the air around her suddenly fell silent, and she sensed something was wrong.

When Zhang Shiting raised her head, she found that Xia Yuan and Ying Sitong were looking at her seriously.

Jiang Xiaoling on the side still ate his own food as if nothing had happened, as if it had nothing to do with the things around him.

"What's wrong?" Zhang Shiting immediately lost the desire to eat, put the chopsticks down, frowned and asked suspiciously, "Do you ...... Bankrupt?"

"Can't you just think about me?"

Xia Yuan was speechless.

Zhang Shiting asked suspiciously, "Then what other good things can you have?" Your expressions are too terrifying. ”

"Actually," Xia Yuan and Ying Sitong glanced at each other, "I proposed to Sitong some time ago. ”

The latter silently lowered his head, but put the diamond ring on his finger against his face.

"Huh?"

Zhang Shiting didn't understand too much.

"Haven't you all been married for more than a year and almost two years?"

"Yes. ”

Xia Yuan pursed his lips, "But wasn't it too hasty when we got married before, so we want to make up the wedding again." ”

"Oh......"

Zhang Shiting was stunned for a few seconds, her eyes froze, and then she suddenly slapped the table.

"I'm going. Why did you go earlier, I said I was going to have a wedding, who said that you should keep a low profile and keep it simple?"

This is also Xia Yuan's expected reaction from his aunt.

Who made them not have a spark in the first place, and felt that it was unlikely that they would stay together until they were old in the future?

Love is born after marriage, this is probably the bloody plot that will only exist in TV dramas, right?

"Auntie, I think you're really right now. ”

“......”

Zhang Shiting stuck a mouthful of old fish in her throat, and she didn't know what to say.

......

But angry is angry, Zhang Shiting is Xia Yuan's only relative after all, and after she lowered her anger, she still tried her best to plan for them.

First of all, I have to find a reliable wedding company, Xia Yuan said that Zhang Shiting didn't have to worry about this, he and Ying Sitong had already arranged it, of course, it was introduced by Su Qin, it should be more reliable.

Because I negotiated with others in advance, I didn't need Zhang Shiting to plan or spend money on her.

Then Xia Yuan was going to take wedding photos with Ying Sitong, you don't have to buy a wedding dress, but it is still very meaningful to take a set of wedding photos and keep them as a lifetime of souvenirs.

Although Zhang Shiting has no experience in this regard, she still gave Xia Yuan advice to them, saying that she has acquaintances she knows, and because she usually cooperates with their game companies, she should be able to give some discounts.

Otherwise, if Zhang Shiting did something, she would definitely be very uncomfortable if she didn't have a sense of participation, and she would talk about herself for the rest of her life, so Xia Yuan was ready to leave this opportunity to Zhang Shiting from the beginning.

Otherwise, he can completely let Su Qin recommend one, with Su Qin's fame, others can't get more discounts, and Su Qin's recommendation is generally a high-quality wedding photography company, maybe some celebrities go there to take pictures.

On the one hand, Xia Yuan felt that he couldn't afford to consume, and on the other hand, he felt that it was not good to always trouble Su Qin.

Seeing that Xia Yuan adopted his suggestion, Zhang Shiting was a little happier.

If you want to hold a new wedding, the most troublesome thing is to invite relatives and friends, after all, you didn't invite anyone else when you got the certificate before, and now after a year and a half, you want to collect money for the semi-wedding, what is the intention?

And when I thought that Zhang Shiting had given some gift money before, but then those colleagues left and didn't contact each other again, I felt distressed.

Because of the delay, she undercharged some of the money.

Xia Yuan, what should this kid do if he can't go to the village before and behind the store?

After discussing for an afternoon, Zhang Shiting not only recommended the task of the photography studio to them, but also took the initiative to take on another task:

Find someone to calculate the auspicious days of the zodiac for them.

"Although it's a little late, but you have to do the best, I suggest that the time is a combination of Chinese and Western, the zodiac auspicious day has to choose one, according to the rules of the ancestors, including the time of marriage, wedding customs and everything go through the Chinese process, the wedding can be Western-style, go to a diamond ring exchange ceremony. ”

"Well, that's what we thought too. ”

Xia Yuan smiled and reached out to hold Ying Sitong's hand.

Seeing the sweet eyebrows of the two people, I don't know why Zhang Shiting felt a little sour in her heart.

“ok。 ”

Auntie nodded, then turned her head and asked Ying Sitong, "I know Xia Yuan's birthday very well, when is your birth date, you have to give me one." ”

"Poof...... Ahem......"

Ying Sitong opened her mouth, but before she could speak, Jiang Xiaoling next to her was choked.

It seems that this auspicious day of the zodiac is not accurate.

Who dares to give my aunt a real date of birth?

Even if the aunt dares to believe it, does the fortune teller dare to believe it?

......

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