In short, the news of Zhou Xinglan's marriage flew out like wings.

Because it was already on the hot search, it soon almost reached the level of being well known.

Not to mention the passers-by who don't know the situation, even Xingyu and Lao Liu, who control public opinion with one hand, are stupid.

He dialed Zhou Xinglan with a phone call, but no one answered, and he called again, and was hung up.

Just when he wanted to rush to Zhou Xiaozi's house to question in person, he called back.

The sixth gritted his teeth: "Your kid has a very colorful life!" ”

Zhou Xinglan's tone was fluttering: "It's okay." ”

The sixth took a deep breath: "Get married? ”

Zhou Xinglan floated even more: "Hmm! I have just received my licence and I am now married. ”

The sixth pinched the corner of the table and asked, "You don't have anything else to say to me?" ”

Zhou Xinglan thought for a while: "The wedding will be held later." ”

Recently, he just wants to cherish the time he has with Qingqing, and he doesn't want to waste a minute.

The sixth child felt that what he saw in front of him suddenly spent, and his blood pressure soared upward: "That's it?" ”

It was probably his last ruptured coda note that brought back Zhou Xinglan's senses, and the latter thought about it carefully.

"From now on, I will be a family man."

The sixth child opened the computer search page and began to type in the account of the murder case in the closed room.

Zhou Xinglan said again: "Since I have to support my family, it's time for me to come out to work, find a time to announce our signing." ”

Lao Liu deleted what he had just entered, and his tone was obviously relaxed: "When do you think it's convenient?" ”

Zhou Xinglan heard the sound of turning the paper: "The 6th of next month is a good day." ”

After hanging up the phone, the sixth child deliberately opened the calendar on his phone.

His mobile phone is loaded with a yellow calendar, and on the 6th of the next month, it is appropriate to get married.

He suddenly had a sense of foreboding.

Ding, it was Zhou Xinglan's message.

He sent a wedding invitation with a postscript: "People can not come, but the red envelope can arrive." ”

The single sixth wanted to smash the phone.

He touched his back molars and messaged back: "So what are you doing this month?" ”

Zhou Xinglan replied to a justified one: "Honeymoon." ”

Sixth: (╯‵□′)╯(┻━┻

Not long after, when Xingyu's employees came in to sign the documents for the sixth brother, they found that he was looking at Conan.

The employee handed over the document suspiciously, and was surprised to find that the sixth brother was not only reading, but also taking notes!

He was scared into a cold sweat, and the documents were immediately.

Zhou Xinglan said that he wanted to go on his honeymoon, and he really started to get high.

As two unemployed people, they perfectly avoid the peak of tourism and enjoy the holiday happily in the off-season.

He really wants to block this guy!

It's just that this person's show of affection is not simple, for example, this one just brushed out.

"Bring Qingqing to eat Hainan coconut chicken."

It looks pretty simple, right, but with a sharp eye like Lao Liu, you can see at a glance that there is a piece of paper in the corner of the table in the lower right corner of the photo.

To be precise, it's a piece of paper on which the score is written.

Realizing something, he hurriedly opened the pictures that Zhou Xinglan had sent in the past few days, downloaded all the original pictures, and then zoomed in to see them.

His smile grew kinder, and then he silently turned off the "There is only one truth!" on the computer player. ”

He closed his notebook and put it in a drawer.

He called, "How's the preparation going in the studio?" Is one month enough? If it's not enough, it's enough. ”

Counterpart:...... So what a fart?

The happy sixth child was also idle, so he sent a message to Zhou Xinglan to tease him.

"Inspiration lately?"

Zhou Xinglan slowly replied with a "hmm".

The sixth child typed with itchy hands: "Then how many songs have you written?" ”