Zheng Wuming left, and Yan Murong was no longer interested in eating anymore.

The table was lifted, and the roasted meat had already been fed to the dogs on the side of the road, and Yan Murong had already eaten about it, so he simply said goodbye to the father and son directly, and left with their great gratitude.

Yan Murong didn't go home immediately, and still wandered around the street aimlessly.

He didn't understand, what did Zheng Wuming want to do when he came to him? Is it just to tell himself that he will go wherever he goes, and he will stick to him anyway.

However, Yan Murong believed that it was indeed not arranged by Zheng Wuming that someone wanted to kill him twice.

Because he's a smart guy and wouldn't do such stupid things.

No matter how the two of them quarrel or if you punch me and I slap you, it can be regarded as a small trouble, harmless, at most it is just a loss of face.

But the face is such a thing, you can't see it, you can't touch it, you don't know how much money is a catty, you lose it, and you lose it, and it's a big deal to earn it back.

But if something happens to Yan Murong after the killer, then the Yan family will definitely not give up.

The equilibrium is broken, and they have an excuse to go to war.

Wandering around, Yan Murong stopped a taxi and returned to the home where he and Su Qingwu were-

I don't know if it's because Su Qingwu has returned to her own home in the past few days, and Zhao Chen is not there, Yan Murong slept extremely soundly this night, and when he woke up, it was almost ten o'clock in the morning, if it wasn't for the phone calling, I'm afraid he would have been able to sleep until noon.

"It's been a long time since I've slept so well." Yan Murong sighed and stretched, grabbed the phone and picked it up.

"Little swallow, where are you dead, the old lady knocked on the door for a long time and didn't respond, and it took so long to answer."

As soon as the phone was connected, Yan Minghua's almost roaring voice came from inside.

Yan Murong hurriedly took some mobile phones from his ears, and was secretly frightened in his heart.

Knock? She's knocking on the door? I didn't hear it.

Damn, how can you sleep so dead?

Yes, Yan Murong was indeed afraid of this feeling.

Whoever is comfortable is naturally good, but in this way, they lose their vigilance and perception of danger.

It's not what he wants, and it's not what he can't.

Shaking his head vigorously, after reminding himself that he must not do this again in the future, Yan Murong said. "Sister-in-law, I had some barbecue and drank some beer on the side of the road last night, maybe I came back too late and slept too hard. Where are you now? ”

Hearing Yan Murong's explanation, Yan Minghua was silent for a while, and after saying a word to open the door for me, he hung up the phone directly.

Yan Murong quickly got up from the bed, got dressed, folded the quilt and put it in the closet, and ran to the bathroom to wash his face and brush his teeth.

As soon as the personal hygiene was cleaned, the doorbell rang.

When I opened the door, I saw Yan Minghua standing at the door.

What is different from the past is that Yan Minghua is not wearing a professional suit today, and is wearing a white off-the-shoulder shirt with three-quarter sleeves, with a smooth and white collarbone outside, and looking down, you can still see the deep groove that seems to be absent.

The lower body is a pair of denim shorts that are longer than the hip-length skirt, and the smooth and straight calves and half of the plump snow-white thighs are exposed, which makes people can't help but have a little more reverie.

She didn't wear socks on her feet, but was directly barefoot, wearing a pair of high-heeled sandals with open fingers, and shiny nail polish on her small toes, which looked extremely good.

As soon as he entered the door, Yan Minghua pushed Yan Murong and pressed him on the sofa, and then looked at Yan Murong expressionlessly.

"Sister-in-law, what are you looking at?" Yan Murong was a little hairy when he was seen, touched his face, and said to himself. "My freshly washed face, there shouldn't be anything."

"Call my sister." Yan Minghua said correctively, and then looked at Yan Murong with a worried face.

"Little Yanzi, tell me, did Zheng Wuming say something last night, or did he suffer some blow, otherwise what barbecue did you go to eat and drink?"

"What a thing?" Yan Murong smiled bitterly, only then did he understand why Yan Minghua looked at him with such eyes, and while he was moved in his heart, he also said. "It's just a little boring, and when I see it, I'm going to eat - you know what happened last night?"

"I see."

Hearing Yan Murong's explanation, Yan Minghua was relieved, patted his trembling chest, and laughed. "I see, you must have been drinking because you were about to get married, because you were anxious - what was that disease called? By the way, it's called premarital anxiety, isn't it, isn't it? ”

Yan Murong smiled bitterly. Premarital anxiety? What do you have to be anxious about?

Before Yan Murong could explain anything, he listened to Yan Minghua continue. "I've read in books, it's okay, this kind of disease is not a disease, it can only be regarded as a sign of panic - you think, people say that marriage is the grave of love, when you were a child, your father dug the grave for you, and now you jump into it by yourself, you will definitely be a little unaccustomed to it-I knew you would be like this, so I came to you today."

Yan Minghua looked very smart, looked at Yan Murong and said with a smile.

After Yan Minghua said this, Yan Murong remembered, didn't she want to go to work today? Why did you run out dressed like this?

is in her thirties, dressed like a twenty-year-old girl, and dressed so bright and eye-catching, is there anything happy about her?

It's not right, it's August, summer is almost over, autumn is coming soon, and then there's winter, and it's still early in spring.

"Hey, what are you looking at, I haven't seen a woman." Yan Minghua said with a coquettish face. Although the tone was blaming, he was still very satisfied with Yan Murong's performance.

Women, it's not just for men to dress so beautifully.

Although they will scold others ** hooligans and the like when they are stared at by men, they are secretly happy in their hearts.

If they dress up in a fancy way, but no one looks at them, it will make them want to go crazy.

"Women have seen a lot." Yan Murong said with a serious face. "It's just- what's wrong with you today? There's too much green paint on it, right? ”

"Are you saying that the old lady pretends to be tender?" Yan Minghua's face changed, and he stared at Yan Murong and asked.

"When did I say that?" Yan Murong looked innocent. "I probably drank too much last night, and I forgot what I just said."

"You just said it, you said I was an old cucumber." Yan Minghua did not relent.

"I didn't say that." Yan Murong defended.

"You're there."

"I really didn't say it, you must have misheard."

"You just said it, I heard it right-" As he spoke, Yan Minghua paused, touched his smooth and white face like a baby, and looked at Yan Murong with a look of grievance and concern. "Am I really old?"