An Yunqi pursed her lips and looked shy: "However, it's all in the past, Dad said that they are all free to marry now, and they don't want to ......."

Jiang Muye's fingers twisted lightly, was the old marriage contract, was it with An Yunqi?

"Kiki and Makino have eaten." Mu Chunxiao's voice sounded at the door: "Muye, there is your favorite fried chicken." ”

Hearing this, Jiang Muye looked stunned: "Okay." ”

This dish is said to have been his favorite since he was a child, and he still loves it to this day.

All kinds of evidence show that he was once fostered by the old man in Qingshuiju, which was still An Yunqi's home at that time.

So the girl who helped him get out of bipolar disorder should be An Yunqi in front of him, right?

The memory was still a mess, Jiang Muye simply put it down, and she pushed it to the restaurant.

……

The huge dining table was full of delicacies, most of which were Jiang Muye's favorite dishes, and he sat down in the expectant eyes of An Tongda and Mu Chunxiao.

Mu Chunxiao and An Yunqi exchanged a look, and then said with a smile: "These are all dishes you liked when you were a child, and I don't know if your taste has changed after so many years." ”

"Nope." Jiang Muye was still a light three words, and a smile hung on the corner of his lips.

"Then eat it while it's hot." Mu Chunxiao was very happy, and a feeling of winning was flying wantonly.

An ordinary lunch was eaten harmoniously and satisfactorily, and Mu Chunxiao didn't mention anything about her childhood, after all, she felt that it was enough.

Given so many hints, whether explicit or implicit, Jiang Muye should be able to deduce the ins and outs of the matter if he is a person with a normal IQ.

At least he will feel that An Xiaoxiao is so anxious and low-key, and the most important thing is to marry him without notifying any relatives, so he naturally has a plan.

And their good daughter An Yunqi is not only his playmate when he was a child, but also a smart woman who will not use the previous marriage contract to kidnap and bind his intellectual interests.

These goals have been achieved, and the meal is worth it.

……

At the end of lunch, An Xiaoxiao accompanied Tang Xin on the long road to see the house.

"Miss Tang, the architectural style of Shangshu is Western, which meets your requirements, although the age is a long time, but the quality of the building is not a problem at all, and the house I recommend to you is also brand new, it is the previous investment house......

The staff of the intermediary patiently explained to Tang Xin while leading them to the house for sale.

"You see that the scenery here is still good, the greening is very good, the vegetation coverage rate is high, it is the natural oxygen bar community in Jinghai, and it will be more beautiful in spring and summer."

An Xiaoxiao really believed what the staff said, after all, it was not the first time she had been in and out of this place.

In spring and summer, the tall ginkgo trees on both sides of the road cast dappled light and shadow, and the fragrance of flowers lingered in the sound of insects and birds, and the scenery was indeed beautiful.

If it weren't for An Yunqi's home being here, Shangshu would really be the perfect choice.

"How?" Tang Xin saw that her mind was wandering and asked.

An Xiaoxiao shook her head and whispered: "An Yunqi's family lives in this community. ”

She looked at it: "Oh, it's the one with the golden gate in front!" ”

"You don't like it?" Tang Xin asked.

An Xiaoxiao nodded: "I don't like it very much!" ”

"So what else to see!" Tang Xinjun raised his eyebrows: "Change places!" ”

"Hey, don't!" An Xiaoxiao was a little stunned when she thought of continuing to run: "It's all here, it's good to go over and take a look, and it's good to rest." ”

Tang Xin was helpless: "You really should exercise your little body." ”

As he spoke, the golden gate of the house was already close in front of him, and unexpectedly, the gate suddenly opened and a black Rolls-Royce drove out.

Looking at the domineering four 9s at the end of the license plate, An Xiaoxiao's eyebrows frowned tightly.

It's Jiang Muye's car, yes!

(.=)

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