Chapter 3 Did You Miss Me?
"Not exactly." Meng Yan naturally knew that he couldn't hide it from him, so he only said slowly: "It's just that I don't want to deal with some people who don't show up." ”
The two have been in love for six years, and now they have finally come to the step of getting married, but just taking wedding photos Meng Yan was made by him for two weeks, and there are various reasons every time.
Needless to say, I also know that it must have been her good sister who sponsored it.
Ji Yuchen himself knew that he didn't pay attention to it, coughed, and coaxed her with pressure, "Okay, okay, as for it?" I'm sure I'll find a time to take pictures with you, now I'll go upstairs and clean up, my parents are still waiting for you. ”
Today is the day to make an appointment with the Ji family's parents for dinner.
As he spoke, Ji Yuchen's mobile phone rang, and his face froze slightly.
Meng Yan only glanced lightly and got out of the car.
When the two arrived at the restaurant box, in addition to Ji Yuchen's parents, they also saw a familiar person.
"Uncle."
Ji Yuchen instantly stood upright and nodded respectfully.
Ji Chen's gaze inadvertently swept over her, and in just a moment, he withdrew his gaze.
Meng Yan's heart tightened, lowered his eyebrows, and called his uncle.
"Hmm."
His appearance is still calm, there is no emotion, and it really looks like he is rumored to be pure-hearted and has few desires.
Of course......
If she hadn't felt it deeply last night, she might have really been deceived by his face.
During the meal, Ji's father and Ji's mother did not forget to tell the two of them to respect each other after marriage.
Seeing Ji Yuchen nodding impatiently, Meng Yan suddenly felt a little funny.
I was really blind before, and I didn't see that this person was so unwilling to marry him.
"Achen, I heard Xiao Chen say that you went on a date last night......" I don't know when, the conversation turned to Ji Chen, Ji Yuchen's father Ji Cheng smiled, "At your age, it's time to think about it, see that our Xiaochen is going to get married." ”
In fact, for a man of Ji Chen's age, children should go to elementary school, but he has no scandals at all, no matter who sends the woman over the years, he doesn't want it, and he was almost rumored to like a man in his early years.
Ji Chen put down his wine glass, and his voice was quiet, "It's just dew." ”
Dew Love......
It was as if she was deliberately repeating her words.
These four words made Meng Yan have to think of the man against her thin waist last night.
She shook her head slightly, and the red wine in the glass spilled some of it sometime, dripping on her skirt, and she felt the coolness on her legs, and then she came back to her senses.
"Sorry, I'll go to the bathroom."
Ji Yuchen was looking down and playing with his mobile phone, looked up at her like this, and frowned, "Do I need to accompany you?" ”
Meng Yan refused, and was about to get up, but happened to see the screen that Ji Yuchen had not had time to extinguish.
In the picture, it is the photo sent by Zhou Xiaoai, and there is no well-behaved and sensible in his eyes, and he is doing a reverie pose.
She couldn't help but sneer in her heart and tugged at the corners of her lips.
When passing by Ji Chen, he quietly hooked his leather shoes with high heels, and with a slight click, he instantly retracted them and turned around to go out.
Meng Yan finished smoking a cigarette in the bathroom, and this one finally arrived slowly and unhurriedly.
She put her hands on the railing, her head leaned slightly against the glass, her long curly hair spread to her waist, a cigarette on her lips, and her eyes were scattered, "If you don't come again, you will be thanked for the flowers you are waiting for." ”
Ji Chen's eyes under the lenses were deep, and he looked at her sideways and was silent.
Meng Yan took another puff of cigarette, then crushed it on the ash table at hand, stepped forward two or three steps, and pulled his tie, "Do you miss me?" ”
The tone is very ambiguous, and he goes straight to the point.