Yue Feiyang knew the news that night, and his surprise was no less than Ou Shaoyang's.

This old man's tone is so tight, so he is so light to sue Su Yi'an?

Moreover, it's still a matter of letting yourself help, and you don't even fight with yourself?

But at this time, he can only thank the old man, where dare to blame him.

Ou Shaoyang is angry with him, and he will officially go to the meeting tomorrow with the list of dowry, but Su Yi'an doesn't know about this for the time being.

"Uncle, uncle," Yue Feiyang was a little distracted, and Su Yi'an called several times in a row before he came to his senses.

"What's wrong? Wife? ”

The two sat next to each other on the swing in the courtyard, and Su Yi'an leaned on Yue Feiyang's arms.

"Did you hear what I just said?"

"Well, of course I heard that, I was thinking, I have to deal with this matter as much as possible. When this little grandmother finds it, we will match them together, so that the old man also has a companion, and maybe he can change his stinky temper. ”

Yue Feiyang hugged the little woman, the night breeze ruffled her hair, wisps brushed his face, her nose was full of her fragrance, and his heart was full.

Su Yi'an chuckled, turned around and kissed Yue Feiyang's lips in reward,

"It's still my husband who thinks thoughtfully, but the old man is very scruptuous, you say that their family is a high-ranking official, will you agree to this twilight love?"

She is more worried about this problem, and newspapers and news often report similar things, and children will oppose the remarriage of the elderly.

Yue Feiyang pursed her lips and kissed her deeply and shallowly several times before he said in a muffled voice,

"This is the old man's business, we don't need to worry about it! We just need to worry about how to make a little man out......"

"Uncle......" Su Yi'an snorted, they have been together for several months, and the uncle's enthusiasm for her has increased instead of decreasing, so, is this really good?

The spring night is bitter and short, and the day is high, and the king does not rise early from then on.

When he used to learn this poem, Yue Feiyang felt that it was just a poet's exaggeration.

Now, every day when he gets up from bed, he can't help but kiss and kiss the little woman, and he can't bear to get up.

If he didn't have so many things to deal with, he would definitely be the same as Tang Xuanzong, who just thought that the Spring Festival was short, and there was no early dynasty since then.

Ou Linkun has not been discharged from the hospital yet, Yue Feiyang wants to see him, so naturally he has to run to the hospital.

Ou Linkun has the habit of exercising in the morning, and is exercising in the garden downstairs at the moment.

"Grandpa," Yue Feiyang stood beside him very respectfully, patiently waiting for the old man to exercise.

"Well, it's early." This is much better than Ou Shaoyang's lazy worm, and that bastard boy is still asleep on the companion bed, and he can't shout no matter how he shouts.

In this comparison, Ou Linkun looked at Yue Feiyang again.

"Come to see grandpa, don't dare to slack off." Especially now that he has another identity, Yue Feiyang will only respect Ou Linkun more and more.

"Count you as talking."

This kind of compliment, Ou Linkun is still very useful.

"Didn't you tell Ann about the wedding?"

Ou Linkun stretched out his hand to take the crutches handed over by Yue Feiyang, and walked back slowly on crutches.

"Not for the time being, and besides, please keep it a secret from grandpa, I want to surprise her."

Speaking of this, a flash of brilliance flashed in Yue Feiyang's star-like eyes, he really wanted to know what kind of expression Su Yi'an would have when he knew about this.