"I don't need to be contacted, and I don't need to know how good she is, life is yours, you can do what you think is good, your parents can think it is good. Anyway, the two of us don't have long to live, and we don't want to see people and things, and we would rather not see them than find this sin.

Mrs. Liang said unceremoniously, Liang Duoqing was about to reply, but she heard Mrs. Liang ask: "Now that the child is gone, do you still have to hold a wedding?"

This was actually asked to Song Wan Qingliangmo and her family, it was because of this child that they had to agree to her to enter this door, but now that they are gone, can they consider not doing it.

How do you know that Liangmo and Song Wanqing haven't spoken yet, Liang Duoqing was very excited after hearing it, and replied loudly in a serious way: "Naturally, it is going to be done, the invitations have been sent, and relatives and friends have all known the news, how inappropriate it is for the woman to cancel today." Moreover, we are both legally married, and the next step is naturally to have a wedding. '

"What do you mean? You got your marriage license?"

Old Madam Liang looked at Liang Duoqing dumbfounded, and then turned her head to look at Liangmo and Song Wanqing, but they just lowered their heads and staggered their gaze, it was obvious that the matter was true.

As soon as these words came out, the old man Liang, who was originally silent, exploded, he raised his chin suddenly, and shouted: "Liangmo, tell me, is what he said true?"

Liang Duoqing was like a child who made a mistake, and his eyes were silent.

Liang Mo, who was named by his father, slowly raised his head and glanced at his son, then gritted his teeth and replied, "It's true."

Hearing this, Old Man Liang's voice became louder, and he scolded: "Then why don't you know about it, what do you mean by hiding me from your mother?" You really don't treat us as your own?!"

The old man's charge was really pressed down like a mountain, Liangmo suddenly couldn't bear it, and blurted out: "Dad, we only found out more than half a month ago, and my mother's health was not good at that time, so I didn't tell you, I was afraid that if you were angry for a while, your condition would worsen, so I didn't say it."

The latter words, under the eyes of the two old men, became quieter and quieter.

"So, it was Duo Qing who secretly went to get it himself?!" Old Madam Liang couldn't help frowning and said, "Am I right?"

Liang Duoqing raised his head at this time, and he didn't dare to look at their eyes, and replied in a low voice: "Yes, grandma." Hearing this, Mrs. Liang sneered, and Old Man Liang hammered the ground a few times with his cane, but he didn't speak again for a long time.

The scene cooled down all of a sudden, and the entire hall exuded an eerie and dreary atmosphere.

Zimo sat next to Liangling City with his eyes and nose, and it was impossible to say anything, now that the An family is falling apart, An Zhicheng was brought into the police station by them again, and her relationship with Meng Wanwan is only afraid that it will not even be able to maintain it on the surface, let alone speak for her.

At this moment, Liang Lingcheng, who was originally playing with her hair, suddenly spoke, and he said lightly: "Otherwise, wronged my nephew and daughter-in-law, invite relatives and friends to dinner, and don't go through those pomps."

"How can it be done, the basic form still needs to be there." As soon as Liang Lingcheng's words were exported, they were vetoed by Liang Duoqing

What the uncle means is that he just wants to have a meal, and he doesn't wear a wedding dress or a dress, just like if he knows, the family is afraid that it will turn the sky upside down.

Moreover, he will not let Wanwan suffer this kind of grievance.

At this time, Zimo thought about it, and gently opened his mouth to relieve the siege: "What your uncle means is that it is not public, but the form that should be taken still has to be done, but there are not many people, and it will not be handled."

Liang Lingcheng glanced at his new wife, with appreciation in his eyes, his fingers gently rubbed her fingertips, and his originally sunken face looked a little better.

.....

Liang Duoqing pursed her lips, and when she was about to fight again, Song Wanqing, who had been bowing her head and being silent, spoke.

She glanced at Zimo lightly, and then said in a deep voice: "I think this is okay, after all, the An family has also had a lot of things recently, and it is not suitable for big things." Duoqing, you discuss it with Wanwan, and say that this is the result of our discussion, and as for Mr. An's side, I will communicate.

Song Wanqing looked at her son and instructed lightly.

The two old men of the Liang family did not say anything about this, and Liang Mo stared at Liang Duoqing with an ugly face, and Liang Duoqing suddenly became stunned, and could only respond weakly, thinking about how to talk to Wan Wan in his heart.

At dinner time, it was dull, depressing and quiet.

Except for the old lady Liang, who frequently gave Zimo vegetables and was concerned about the whole process, no one spoke at all, and everyone ate silently.

And the old man Liang went back to the room after eating a few bites, saying that he was not in the mood, and then Liangmo also put down the chopsticks and followed, and finally, Song Wan looked at the attentive old lady Liang, and silently put down the dishes and chopsticks and went to the hall, for a while, there were only three people on the table, Zimo Lianglingcheng and the old lady Liang.

Old Madam Liang's face remained unchanged, and she just said to Zimo gently: "Eat quickly, leave them alone."

Zimo smiled awkwardly, looked at the bowl of the pile of vegetables in front of him, and twitched the corner of his mouth, it was still Liang Lingcheng who was next to him to relieve the siege, and the old lady Liang gave up picking vegetables for her.

This meal, the food is to last until the explosion.

Before going to bed, Zimo habitually went to the guest room on the third floor, and was taking pajamas to prepare to take a bath, but Liang Lingcheng came in.

"What are you doing here? Get out of here!" Zimo subconsciously covered his chest that had only taken off a tights, and drove him away with a flushed face.

As a result, Liang Lingcheng not only did not leave, but opened the door and came in, closed the door with his backhand, and locked it.

"This should be me asking you, we are both married, why do you still come to the guest room?" The man smiled evilly, stared at her and slowly approached, and said in a hoarse voice: "Could it be that on the first day of becoming a husband and wife, you want to be different?"

Only then did Zimo react, they were already married, and they could sleep together openly. It's just that she is used to it, and she used to live in the guest room when she came to the Liang family, so she subconsciously walked this way just now, picked up the pajamas she used to wear in the room and prepared to wash, completely forgetting that she had a husband.

was about to raise his head to say something, but when he saw the familiar ink color in his eyes, Zimo couldn't help but slowly retreat and stumbled and asked, "You, what are you locking up!"

The man took off his clothes as he walked, and said with a smile ambiguously, "What do you say?"

The last word "what" also has a little tail note, which is very flirtatious.

Zimo admitted that he was provoked, but he still stubbornly said: "Liang, Liangling City, this is the old mansion of the Liang family, you, bear with it."

"Forbearance? We're both husband and wife, why should I be a monk?" He shook off the last restraint of his upper body, approached suddenly, pulled Zimo over, fell on the bed behind him together, and said in a deep voice: "Isn't it normal for me to be close to my wife in the bright light?" They are all from the past, and they know that we are at the age of blood and strength, plus dry firewood, and we are newly married, so don't....