The nights in Suzhou and Hangzhou are much cooler than those in Yanjing, perhaps because of the topography or because of the existence of West Lake.

At this time, Yan Murong was holding hands with Teng Xiangling, strolling around the West Lake like a little couple.

Teng Xiangling doesn't know what she thinks now, when she was in Yanjing, she never asked about Yan Murong's affairs, even if Yan Murong didn't call her for a long time, she wouldn't take the initiative to contact Yan Murong.

But back in Suzhou and Hangzhou, Teng Xiangling seems to have changed - maybe she thinks that in Yanjing, she should be the lead singer of Su Qingwu, and her lead singer is in Suzhou and Hangzhou.

Suhang is still the same Suhang, although the night in Suhang is less noisy than Yanjing, but it is more elegant.

Compared with Yanjing, an international metropolis and the capital of China, Suzhou and Hangzhou have a sense of grace in the ancient style of the south of the Yangtze River.

Especially standing by this West Lake, Yan Murong deeply realized the meaning of the sentence "Clear West Lake is not as good as Rainy West Lake, and Rainy West Lake is not as good as Night West Lake".

Back then, the White Lady played tricks here to make a heavy rain, and then borrowed an umbrella from Xu Xian under the pretext of having this love story that has been passed down through the ages.

Nowadays, it has become a representative place of romance, and many young couples choose this place as a date spot, of course, it is best not to rain, even if there is a sudden shower - especially many male compatriots, who are very much looking forward to this, maybe when they get wet, the two of them will rub off the spark of love.

The elderly couples like to come here for a walk and enjoy the coolness, perhaps, they are also reminiscing about their youth and nostalgia for the place of love back then.

The two found a stone bench by the lake and sat down, and Teng Xiangling asked. "Did my dad agree?"

"He didn't say it." Yan Murong said with a smile.

Yan Murong and Teng Xiangling arrived in Suzhou and Hangzhou at five o'clock in the afternoon, and he didn't inform anyone, after arriving in Suzhou and Hangzhou, he went directly to Teng Xiangling's house and told Teng Xiangling's father the purpose of his visit.

Teng Zhan didn't show too much surprise, he just chatted with Yan Murong in his room for half an hour, but in the end he gave Yan Murong a vague answer.

Teng Zhan did not refuse, nor did he agree, but just told Yan Murong that everything should be well measured.

"What then?" Teng Xiangling asked with a frown. "Why don't I talk to my dad when I get back in the evening?"

"No need." Yan Murong shook his head and said with a smile. "Uncle Teng has his own ideas, and although he didn't agree, he didn't refuse—do you think we'll go back in the evening?"

When he said this, the expression on Yan Murong's face could be described as extremely obscene.

That's right, it's obscene.

Yan Murong, since the last time he took off the virgin hat with more than 20 years on his head in the hotel, he has been busy hitting the back of his head during this time, and he has not been stained with meat. This is finally a chance, and he naturally wants to make up for all the things he has missed these days at once.

"Bastard, what do you want?" Teng Xiangling slapped Yan Murong and pretended to be angry and said.

"I think—"

Before Yan Murong finished speaking, the classic almost old-fashioned mobile phone in his pocket called.

Yan Murong shook his head helplessly, but he was also secretly glad that it was outside, if he had already gone to bed and was about to get into the main topic, he would have to be furious.

This kind of thing often happens in TV dramas.

It's all the heroes and heroines who are in love, and when they are about to start the great cause of making people, either someone knocks on the door or the phone rings.

At this time, the hero and heroine are usually interrupted, and then the matter is over.

Yan Murong is very strange, which idiot director made this TV? Is this kind of thing just a phone call that can be disturbed?

If it was him, he would pick up the phone, greet the other party's eighteenth generation ancestors first, and then hang up the phone fiercely and continue to complete the great cause.

Although he was interrupted by the phone, Yan Murong still picked it up, and before he could speak, there was a hearty laugh on the phone.

"Haha, Yan Shao, you didn't notify you when you came to Suzhou and Hangzhou, I'll give you a pick-up if it weren't for the people under my command just now, I wouldn't have known you were here."

The call was from Gongsun Wuji, which made Yan Murong not very surprised.

Gongsun Wuji told Yan Murong without any scruples that his subordinates told him, which was to show an attitude towards Yan Murong - he was telling Yan Murong that his Gongsun family was on his side.

Of course, Yan Murong also knew that this was not Gongsun Wuji deliberately looking for someone to stare at him, if it was deliberate, it would have been in the dark, even he himself didn't know where to hide Luo Chun to protect him would have done it a long time ago, and Gongsun Wuji would not have known that he had come to Suzhou and Hangzhou.

"I'm just here for personal business." Yan Murong glanced at Teng Xiangling beside him and said with a smile. "I didn't want to bother you, I didn't think you still knew."

"Yan Shao's words are not right." Gongsun Wuji laughed and said. "Since Yan Shao is here, then I have to entertain well, it's still early, Wuji invited a few friends in Yuhuatai, ready to pick up the wind for Yan Shao, I don't know if Yan Shao is willing to appreciate his face, haha."

Gongsun Wuji's words were very artistic, and after showing enough respect for Yan Murong, it made people feel that it was not a low voice, but just a joke between old friends.

At the same time, he also indirectly revealed a piece of information to Yan Murong in his words, that is, he was telling Yan Murong that he was going to introduce some people to Yan Murong.

"Of course, I'm out there right now, and I'll be over in a moment." Yan Murong said with a smile.

"That's good, then Wuji will wait for Yan Shao to fight." Gongsun Wuji said with a smile. "Where is Yan Shao now? Shall I send someone to pick you up? ”

"No need, I'm with Xiangling, just go over by myself." Yan Murong refused. He knew that Gongsun Wuji was afraid that he would not find a place.

"Haha, it looks like my fault." Gongsun Wuji was stunned for a moment, and then laughed. "The beautiful scenery of the West Lake, the beauty is on the side, it seems that I disturbed Yan Shao's interest, sorry, sorry."

"It's okay, I don't blame you, you just pay for the wine at night." Yan Murong also said jokingly.

After talking to Gongsun Wuji about two more unnutritious words, Yan Murong hung up the phone after Gongsun Wuji reported his address. looked at Teng Xiangling and smiled. "It seems that you can't go back if you want to."

"If you can't go back, you can't go back." Teng Xiangling glanced at Yan Murong. "You pay for the house."