There is no need to ask, Jian Qiran also knows that Tan Ling and his brother are in the same group.

Hearing Tan Ling's words, she made a grimace at her brother, pouted, and her pouting mouth could hold a small oil pot.

In short, it's against my brother.

"I don't eat supper at night." Jian Qiran winked at her husband and smiled.

Dongfang Chen naturally knew that their girls had a weight loss plan.

His wife was like a gentle cloud floating in front of her eyes, and her beautiful face was rippling with a beautiful smile like spring, and in her big eyes, he could always catch intelligence and sensitivity.

"Then you have to eat enough for dinner, do you want another bowl of soup?"

"Well, don't want it, I can't eat it." The little girl leaned towards her husband with a smile and pursed her little mouth.

I just saw my sister so coquettish, and I couldn't wait to find a piece of cloth to blindfold my eyes.

These two people are too boring.

I really don't know how my brother-in-law is also a man who likes greasy taste.

He couldn't help but secretly despise his brother-in-law in his heart.

But since everyone had already discussed going to the hotel for a while, the whole person showed an indescribable look of pleasure, and quietly poked Tan Ling for a while.

He hopes to finish eating quickly and go back to the hotel to spend the moon with the beautiful woman.

Tan Ling, the good brother beside him, understood that he was in a desperate mood, and he was urging him openly and secretly, and he also took a few bites of rice to his mouth.

People with two different emotions also have requirements for the speed of dinner.

Dongfang Chen took care of his wife and ate slowly.

The two men were crazy about cooking.

Wen Yu didn't react at the moment, but he felt very sad in his heart, and his consciousness gradually drifted to the Ming Mansion in a trance.

At the same time, the Ming Mansion listened attentively.

There was a faint sound of music coming from the long corridor shaded by flowers and trees, the sound was neither flute, nor flute, nor piano, nor drum, and the timbre was delicate, weak and endless.

If someone passes by the Ming Mansion this time, they will definitely know that the eldest young master of the Ming Mansion is trapped in the music again and cannot extricate himself.

Ming Yichen is a music lover with senior strength.

In ordinary life, it's not about drawing a design.

It's playing with music.

The housekeeper came to the eldest young master very humbly and told him about the situation under the mountain.

"Eldest young master, I heard that the young professor of the Jian family suddenly came to the magic capital tonight, and invited Dr. Wen to dinner, accompanied by the Dongfang couple, ...... you see?"

In the piano room, Ming Yichen sat in front of the window and stroked the piano.

The hands are as white as jade, and the sleeves and nightgowns covered with gold threads still look white.

The butler's words did not fall, and his palms left the strings.

I was slightly surprised in my heart, what did the young professor of the Jian family want to do?

He got up slowly, his eyes were as clear as crystals soaked in water, but the corners of his eyes were slightly raised, and he said in a voice as clear as water: "Ask someone to prepare the car and go down the mountain." ”

"Yes, young master."

When Ming Yichen went back to the room to change his clothes and went downstairs, he ran into his younger brother Ming Rufeng who came home.

Ming Rufeng saw his god-like brother walking slowly down from the highest place, and he was walking a little hurriedly, so he asked with a smile: "Brother, do you have to go down the mountain so late?" ”

"Hmm...... Go see Xiao Yu. ”

In the face of his younger brother's concern, he did not hide a trace.

"Oh, then I'll send you down the mountain."

"No, you rest."

The Ming family's company is all about the younger brother presiding over the plan.

Ming Yichen is very clear about this.

Moreover, he will not bother his younger brother in emotional matters.

Ming Rufeng smiled, turned around and sent his brother out of the bungalow, got into the car and went down the mountain, and then asked the housekeeper.

"Did Wen Yu call my brother?"

"No, Second Young Master, you also know that Dr. Wen's proud temper is the same as that of the eldest young master, where is he willing to bow his head."

"However, it's always a good thing that my brother is willing to take the initiative to find her."

The relationship between them is not so bad.