"Because, if you get married, you will be famous, and you can be told to hurry up and go home from Beijing."

Mo Yan smiled bitterly: "I haven't gone out yet." ”

Wang Chengyou: "I already want to call you back." ”

Mo Yan straightened his expression: "So, it's just an accidental impulse triggered by a small event?" ”

"It's not! After giving out the engagement ring, I kept thinking about when I would get married! ”

Mo Yangang's serious expression tended to smile bitterly: "So, after getting married, did you start thinking about 'inexplicably happy' things?" ”

"Nope! The promise I give you is that I will not change it casually. Just as I promised to love you forever. ”

Mo Yan's expression returned to seriousness: "Wang Chengyou." First, I want you to love me because you love me, not because you 'promised' me. Second, if an unplanned 'inexplicable happiness' happens, it is also a reasonable accident. Think about it, can you really guarantee that you won't have an accident before you get into a relationship? ”

Wang Chengyou stood in front of Mo Yan, like a child who was seriously questioned by a parent or teacher, and he pleaded aggrievedly and weakly: "I love you like I love myself, where will it be because of 'promise'!" I promise there will be no accidents, but I can do it. It might be difficult to stop halfway through to take contraception, but I can put it on before I even start—"

Mo Yan's eyes were quick and covered Wang Chengyou's mouth. The words that sensitively expressed the important tools in special activities were covered in Wang Chengyou's mouth. Occasionally, a domestic servant walked by, bowing his head and squinting at the pair of lovers. Everyone listened to a few words.

Probably the only person who listened to the complete dialogue was Mi Zhi, who was hiding in the doorway.

She was originally chasing them to give them chilled bayberry dew, but when she chased them to the porch, she suddenly heard her son say, "Mo Yan, let's get married", which shocked her delicate body and forgot to walk. Bayberry dew took a sip from the transparent six-sided glass and trickled down the hand of Miatchi holding the wall of the cup.

The human face is easily haggard, but the skin on the hands is very vigorous. For Michelle, who doesn't do housework or work, she has a pair of hands that are forever eighteen years old.

"Will Mo Yan agree? Mo Yan will agree. Mo Yan didn't say yes......" Mi Zhi listened attentively, and kept commenting in his heart. As soon as he raised his eyes, he found that he was a few steps away from the lovers, and there was no cover between them, so he quickly turned around and hid at the door.

Occasionally, the domestic maid walked by, and when he saw that the lady's posture of hiding at the door and eavesdropping was so obvious, he quickly lowered his head and pretended not to see.

Wang Chengyou took away Mo Yan's hand covering his mouth, and his eyes showed a little melancholy: "Marry me, okay?" ”

Mo Yan looked at Wang Chengyou's eyes. Those eyes were full of worry. She couldn't bear to let him grieve like this.

I don't know what other people's marriage proposals are like, and I don't know what kind of mood other people have when they propose. For Wang Chengyou and Mo Yan, when discussing marriage, it was full of solemnity, worry and distress.

Although he felt a little hurried, Mo Yan still nodded. Not forced, but genuinely willing.

"We'll take my hukou book to your house tomorrow to get it, and then you can go to Beijing after registration. When I'm ready for the wedding, call you, your mother, no, my other mother and my aunt, Brother Zhang, and Xinyue back to our wedding. ”

Mo Yan gradually snuggled up to Wang Chengyou's chest and joined his imagination.

Mi Zhi, who was at the door, tiptoed back, and after taking a few steps back, he put the bayberry dew in his hand on the high table and trotted towards the study on the second floor. The bayberry dew rippling back and forth on the water surface on the high table represents Michel Zhi's mood at the moment.

Michelle, who never knocked on the study door in a hurry, made an exception this time. She's not far from "knocking on the door".

The atmosphere in the room is calm.

Wang Chen did not answer her door.

Probably disgusted that she was too frizzy?

was about to press the door handle to break in, when Wang Chen's voice came from behind him: "Mi Zhi? ”

Michel turned around and blurted out, "Why are you still dangling outside?" "In other words, didn't you have to go to the study after dinner?

Wang Chen: "......"

Isn't it okay to be old, physically weak, and ambitious?

Mi Zhi waved his hand: "Off topic, off topic." I have something important to tell you. ”

"What's the matter?" Wang Chen is on crutches under his armpits. I have been removed from the wheelchair at home.

"Those two kids are getting married!" Mi Zhi was excited, and his eyebrows fluttered when he spoke, wanting to be loud but not daring. "I'll get my certificate tomorrow! Do you think I should hide my son's household registration book and take the opportunity to blackmail him into allowing me to enter the wedding preparations? ”

Before Wang Chen answered Mi Zhi, he looked left and right vigilantly, there was no one around, and just about to speak, he felt that it was better to be safe: "Let's go, go to my study and say." ”

Emma. For so many years, it was the first time that Mi Zhi was invited into the study by Wang Chen.

Courtyard.

Wang Chengyou and Mo Yan sat in rocking chairs. The rocking chair swayed gently, occasionally creaking. The two of them were inextricably crooked, imagining their wedding on a breezy July night. The doughnut lies at the foot of the rocking chair, its head resting on its front paws, and its tail flicking back and forth.

"Since it's summer, you can consider going outside."

"Lots and lots of flowers. The color of the green carnation and the deep rose red are so you never get tired of looking at them. ”

"The platform that said, 'I do,' was covered with a veil around it. The wind gently blew them, and we stood in the middle of the stage. It's so graphic. I just don't know if it will affect the clarity of the photo. ”

"You can pick up the side facing the guest seat."

"Speaking of guests, do I want a grand wedding, or do I want a small wedding with only my loved ones in attendance?" Mo Yan was in a dilemma.

Unconsciously, the two of them thought about it for a long time.

Mo Yan was so excited that he didn't notice that every time a topic was finished, Wang Chengyou would quietly lead to another topic. All the topics revolve around the minutiae of the wedding set-up.

Speaking of dry mouth. Mo Yan suddenly woke up: "Hey, isn't Mama Zhang feeling well today?" ”

"Why did you suddenly think of this?"

"There's no supper tonight."

"Yes...... Probably because we were too involved in the conversation, they deliberately didn't bother us. After saying this, Mo Yan only felt shy, but Wang Chengyou himself was faintly uneasy.

Even if the family hears them discussing the wedding, why is there any anxiety? The smart Wang Chengyou couldn't think of it.

It doesn't matter if he can't think of it, Michel will teach him to come up with it soon.

Sure enough, after Wang Chengyou hugged Mo Yan back to the bedroom on the second floor, he rummaged through the document box and searched back and forth several times, but the household registration book was missing. At that moment, Wang Chengyou drew the circle of inner turmoil.

"What's wrong?" Mo Yan, who came out of the bathroom bath, suddenly saw Wang Chengyou's stunned figure and asked casually.