He had been preventing Ming Ansheng from associating with them.

It's just that Ming Ansheng didn't listen to him.

The grandfather and grandson often quarrel and are unpleasant.

Ming Ansheng was a little upset, and he didn't want to argue with his old man at night, so he suppressed his emotions and calmed his tone, "On the big night, everyone sleeps, grandpa, you should go to bed early." ”

As he spoke, he raised his feet and prepared to walk towards his room.

Ming Zhongsheng suddenly said in a deep voice: "The marriage with Fei Ling should be decided, right?" ”

It's an inquiring tone, but it's irrefutable.

Ming Ansheng pounded his hand on his leg and clenched his fist, he wanted to resist in one go, saying that he wanted to regret his marriage and didn't want to marry Tang Feiling, he had someone he liked.

But...... After all, these can only be imagined in his mind.

"I said I wouldn't get married until I was thirty," he said. ”

"Today I heard that Lu Yinan and a diplomat's daughter are pregnant unmarried, and they are still triplets, Yan San is now going to be a father, Old Man Jiang told me that Ah Heng will get married next year, although the family background of the target is not so good, but it is always settled."

Ming Zhongsheng's tone was full of envy and dissatisfaction, and he snorted coldly: "You're not in a hurry, I'm still in a hurry." ”

Yan Rusheng and Wen Xuxu got married and had children, and now their small life is surging, think about their family, in the same year, but they didn't even get married.

Originally, there was a Lu Yinan to compare, but now Lu Yinan suddenly appeared with three children.

How can he be calm?

Ming Ansheng sneered, "Isn't there a big brother?" ”

As he spoke, he ignored the old man and walked past him with his feet raised.

"You ......" Ming Zhongsheng pointed at Ming Ansheng's stubborn back, and his blood pressure almost rushed up.

Ming Ansheng opened the door and entered the room, and then there was a 'pop', and the door closed.

There was a fire in his heart, a raging rage, and he stood under the shower in the bathroom, and washed cold water for half an hour.

He came out wrapped in a bathrobe, his hair still dripping, leaning against the head of the bed, and picking up his phone.

I couldn't help but open the photo that Su Yue had just posted on Moments.

The heart, for a moment, was as if it had been ironed, flat and warm.

He now finally understands what the power of love is, and it can really overcome everything.

If he comes back tired from work every day, he can also see the little things in the photo.

He thought that he would be like Yan Rusheng, as soon as he got off work, he couldn't wait to go home.

But love is such a thing, and we must pay attention to the right time and place, not everyone can meet it, and not everyone can have it.

You can meet, but you can't ask for it.

Ming Ansheng secretly saved Su Yue's photo to his mobile phone, put it in an encrypted album, and then said good night to Su Yue's photo gently.

Turning off the light and closing his eyes, he couldn't help but imagine Su Yue's small body lying beside him.

He knew he might have gone mad, but he couldn't control himself.

……

I drank too much last night, my phone rang over and over again, and I didn't want to open my eyes.

He reached out and touched his side, but there was no one.

He was a little sober and slowly opened his eyes, and there was no one around.

"Lifelike?" Yan Rusheng shouted, no one responded to him, he reached out and turned on the light.

Looking at the clock hanging on the wall, it was not yet six o'clock.

It must be six o'clock in the morning, he knew.

With a splitting headache, he thumped his fist with his hands, remembering that the phone kept ringing, he glanced around the two bedside tables, but did not see the phone.

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