Gu Zhiruo, who accepted Zhao Qingyan's invitation, soon came, Zhao Qingyan saw Gu Zhiruo with sharp eyes, and hurriedly beckoned her to come up. Two good friends were eating together in the restaurant, chatting about tea, and they were so happy.

"Zhiruo, I heard that the emperor gave you and Xiao Lan a marriage?" Zhao Qingyan grinned and picked up a piece of honey, put the juice loin in his mouth, and asked vaguely. She always knew that Gu Zhiruo was interested in Xiao Lan, and Xiao Lan should also be interested in Gu Zhiruo. Wouldn't this marriage have contributed to a good thing for two people?

Gu Zhiruo was about to eat the chopsticks that picked up the vegetables, and two crimson "mushroom clouds" immediately rose on his face.

"Hmm." The girl lowered her head, and the girl's shyness was full.

"Happy?" Zhao Qingyan ate honey and juicy tenderloin, and asked, his eyes full of curiosity.

Gu Zhiruo's shyness passed, and he began to get excited, and said, "Of course, I'm really super super happy to marry him as I wish!" Light smoke, you know what, I really like him! Gu Zhiruo boldly said the word "like" at this time, and she was not as shy as she was just now, her eyes were now full of expectations and longing for the future.

"The power of love!" Zhao Qingyan couldn't help but sigh when she saw her friend say such things that were not in line with her character, and her heart was inexplicably a little sour, feeling that she was about to turn into lemon essence.

"Getting married to Xiao Lan is something I've been looking forward to for a long time, and I'm finally going to get my wish, light smoke, cheers. Wishing me happiness. Gu Zhiruo's cheeks were flushed, holding a cup of tea, he lightly touched the cup with Zhao Qingyan, and then raised his head to drink a cup.

Her eyes were vague and faintly hazy, and Gu Zhiruo might have said a string of words to Zhao Qingyan because she was too happy and no longer had her previous quiet and docile personality. It's all like a little girl, innocent and coquettish. Zhao Qingyan saw Gu Zhiruo's expectations for this marriage, smiled and blessed her, and sincerely hoped that the two of them could love each other and grow old together. At the same time, she was also very envious of Gu Zhiruo, and she couldn't tell what she envied, but she had such a feeling.

Although the two of them did not drink alcohol, they used tea instead of wine, and they drank very smoothly one by one, causing the two to run back and forth to the toilet several times.

The other side.

Xiao Lan came to the Wen family restaurant, planning to come to Wenyu for a drink.

"Young master, Xiao Gongzi is here." The errand boy quickly told the news to Wenyu on the second floor. "Well, let him come up." Wen Yu nodded lightly, still looking at the account book in his hand, he turned it over very quickly, if he didn't know that Wen Yu had indeed seen it, the little guy would have thought that this young owner was passing the time.

The little guy answered, and ran downstairs to talk to Xiao Lan.

After a while, Xiao Lan came up.

The two of them sat in the private room, Wen Yu put down the things in his hand, and asked with a smile: "Why do you have time to come to me?" ”

Xiao Lan touched her nose, "I'm in a bad mood and want to come to you for a drink or two." By the way, what about light smoke? I want to see her and complain to her. ”

He took a sip of tea and continued: "Alas, it is too difficult to say, I am about to marry a suave man, and I can no longer be unrestrained, I have to complain to Qingyan, and I will be restrained like a bird with broken wings." ”

Wen Yu was speechless for a while, feeling that the metaphor of friends was really too inappropriate, and "the bird with broken wings" was a messy metaphor. Although Xiao Lan is very sassy, he is not the kind of playboy, thousands of flowers have been bushed, and the leaves are not touched, otherwise Wen Yu would not have a deep friendship with him, after all, after so many years of friends, Wen Yu knows that Xiao Lan's words are just a joke, just talk.

But Wen Yu's expression was even more incomprehensible, and he let the little guy serve two pots of wine. said: "You are about to get married, how can you still get as close to a married woman as before, I refused for Zhao Qingyan." ”

"No, I want to complain to Qingyan, but you won't let you, what kind of married woman is Qingyan? She can't even enter the gate of your Wen family's Huai'en Hou Mansion, how can she be considered a married woman? Xiao Lan was very nervous, looking distressed, originally he said it casually, but Wen Yu thought about it seriously.

Indeed, Zhao Qingyan's wife can't even enter the gate of Huai'en Hou's Mansion now, how ironic it is, but it is indeed true, how can he say that Zhao Qingyan is a married woman, such a thing.

Xiao Lan saw that Wen Yu suddenly fell silent, and some of the second monks were confused, but he quickly reacted, probably because of what he said that stabbed Wen Yu.

So Xiao Lan coughed lightly, "Ahem, if you don't see it, you won't see it, come and drink and drink." As he spoke, he picked up the wine jug and poured the two of their wine glasses to the brim, his opening also broke Wen Yu's thinking, the two touched each other's glasses, looked at each other, and drank it all in one gulp.

"Good wine, Wenyu, your wine is good." Xiao Lan leaned back in her chair and praised Wenyu's wine.

Wen Yu didn't talk, he didn't know why he was very upset in his heart, maybe it was because of the weather or maybe it was someone ---?

The two of them drank one glass after another, and no one let anyone, and the two pots of wine were quickly drunk. Wen Yu asked the little maid to bring a few pots of good wine and drink a few side dishes.

Eating side dishes and drinking wine, both of them drank very well, and no one was drunk. The atmosphere was slowly a little leisurely, and the earth was because of drinking, and the depression in Wen Yu and Xiao Lan's hearts was dispersed a lot.

After three rounds of drinking, Xiao Lan asked Wen Yu a little melancholy: "You say, is it right or wrong to marry a wife?" ”

Wen Yu picked up the wine glass and looked at his reflection in the wine, half answered, half muttered: "There is no right or wrong, just see if that person is your lover." Xiao Lan heard this: "Whether it is a good person or not, it is best not to marry a wife, what a happy thing it is to travel alone, and you don't have to face the war between your mother-in-law and daughter-in-law." ”

Wen Yu raised his eyebrows, and there was a blank flashing on his cold face, at this moment, he actually thought of Zhao Qingyan. Recalling the relationship between the two people, they are actually very happy, Zhao Qingyan has a lively temperament, and the things he makes are delicious.

"I think it's good to have a wife." Wen Yu took a sip of wine and said lightly.

"Oh? What do you mean by that? Xiao Lan also took a sip of wine, sat up straight, and faced Wen Yu.

"Isn't that a big deal about your family enough? It's better not to marry a wife, there are a lot of things waiting to be married. Xiao Lan insisted on speaking her mind.

The atmosphere between the two suddenly became-for-tat, Wen Yu insisted that it was good to marry a wife, and he thought of the delicious meal made by Zhao Qingyan. And Xiao Lan also insisted on his point of view that he should not marry a wife, because he thought of the wives of several sons of the family around him who were jealous and cautious, and the scene where several women were together like thousands of ducks, and couldn't help but rub the goosebumps on his hands.

"Although there are many things to marry, it is still good to marry." Wen Yu tasted the strength of the wine and said slowly.