On this day, the number of reprints of this official Weibo reached 10 million.

Xu Qiang went back to the house with Meng Zijin, and most of the questions on the way were about her and Song Yunshen's recent situation, as a mother, it was not a happy thing to see her daughter find a lover.

Happy to happy, she thought of Mencius Zijin's current studies, and couldn't help but worry, "Just together made you fall in love in a foreign country, it's your mother who can't stand you." ”

Mencius pulled out a smile, and his voice was extremely weak, "It's nothing. ”

The fact is that she and Song Yunshen do not have an exotic relationship.

Now, looking at Xu Qiang's self-blame in his heart, Mencius didn't feel a good feeling in his heart.

I'm sorry for the people, it's her.

She should blame herself.

After returning to the house, Xu Qiang chattered a few more words and went downstairs to help, Mencius picked up his mobile phone, and saw today's hot push news at a glance.

The official release was twenty minutes ago.

Looking at the Weibo with an astonishing number of likes, Mencius couldn't help but swallow his saliva.

In 20 minutes, millions of likes and comments were like a spectacular scene of congratulatory messages sent by people across the country.

Clicking on the picture, Mencius squinted.

The hand is hers.

But the ring, she hadn't seen before.

Mencius took a breath and couldn't help but bend his lips and smile.

Song Yunshen is a scheming man.

It's no wonder this set.

WeChat messages are also quite explosive at the moment, and even college classmates who don't usually contact each other have sent blessing messages.

With just one hand, I guessed it was her.

What if it wasn't her?

Meng Zijin shook his head helplessly and replied to the messages of thanks one by one.

When it came to Zheng Youhe's avatar, Mencius was almost a heart attack, and half of these more than 30 pieces of information didn't need to be guessed to be her emojis.

is also idle and bored, she clicks in and sends a voice directly after reviewing.

"Guo Jiamu took a leave of absence for half a year to cure you, you don't cooperate with the treatment well and are you still in the mood to eat my melon?"

Zheng He and Miaohui: I'm in Yingcheng Middle School!

[Qingqing Zijin]: Huh?

[with]: Guo Jiamu's thing brought me the identity of a music teacher in the first and tenth classes of junior high school, you say that people are not angry.

Mencius held his cheeks, gathered the cheongsam, folded his legs slightly, and suddenly thought of something, and let out a chuckle.

Guo Jiamu is quite good at prescribing the right medicine.

When he was still studying in Yingcheng Middle School, Zheng Youhe was also a student in the tenth class of junior high school.

[Qingqing Zijin]: How do you feel?

[with]: Nervous.

Before Mencius finished typing, Zheng He hurriedly replied: Don't talk, the class bell rang, and my hands trembled.

[Qingqing Zijin]: Relax, it's just a bunch of children, no different from those children in training institutions.

After chatting about this, Mencius continued to slide down the news list.

When he replied to all the messages, Song Yunshen happened to come up.

He was well-dressed, and poked his head into the house, with a smile in his eyes, thinking that he had heard all the good words in the front yard.

Mencius thought of the ring, the tail of his eyes was raised, one arm was placed on the side of the sofa, his posture was enchanting, he stretched out his right hand towards Song Yunshen, her slender jade fingers were slightly upturned, the corners of her lips hooked, and her tone was urned, "Mr. Song, there seems to be something missing in my hand." ”

Song Yunshen raised his feet and entered the house, and when he got closer, he raised his left hand and grabbed her jade finger in the palm of his hand and scratched it slightly, "See? ”

Mencius snorted, "When did you buy it?" ”

"Custom-made, it took a while, I just got it a few days ago." He didn't sit down, just held her palm and stroked it.

"For proposing?" Mencius withdrew his hand, his eyes looking at him softly.

"You hope it is?" Song Yunshen's eyelids jumped, and his smile straightened into his brows, so he went down and said, "Baby Meng, we are just together in advance, but it does not affect the promise you once made to me, I can afford to wait for two years, and in the same way, if you want to marry, I can also afford to marry now." ”

Mencius pouted.

Left and right, she finally married him.

Seeing her pout, Song Yunshen smiled deeper.

The guests in the front yard were seated for the feast, and when he had a moment, he thought about coming to see her.

Leaning over slightly, he raised his hand and hooked her chin, "Isn't it a birthday next week?" The ring is for your birthday. ”

When we met this spring, he no longer hid his love for her, and even the gifts he had to give openly.

Mencius guessed, hid his smile, turned his head to avoid his outstretched hand, "What to do, you won't be surprised if you say it." ”

"Then I'll send some surprises then." Song Yunshen was not annoyed, and scratched her chin again.

"Itchy." She snorted, grabbed his fingers and dragged the person directly to sit down beside her before asking, "What kind of surprise?" ”

"Me, what do you think?" He looked at her sideways, his eyes full of seriousness.

Mencius sniffed and moved his hips a little cowardly, "Huh? You? ”

Song Yunshen laughed, "Yes, send me to you, do you want it?" ”

Mencius looked away, "You're not mine now." ”

She didn't think anything else.

When his gaze moved back again, Song Yunshen was already approaching her, his shoulders were against her chest, he leaned over lightly, his breath sprayed on her ears, his voice was low, and he smiled with a prodigal smile, "It's just that I got my heart, but I haven't got my body, so it's not quite." ”

On the ground, Mencius's neck instantly heated.

Song Yunshen, an old man, is really ill-intentioned.

"You're teasing me!" Mencius came back to his senses and pushed him away.

"It's not a joke, it's a statement of facts." Song Yunshen's smile became more and more arrogant, and finally he raised his voice, "Tell me, do you want this surprise?" ”

"Don't!" Mencius replied resolutely.

Song Yunshen restrained his smile, no longer teasing her, rubbed her soft earlobes, and said slowly: "Are you hungry, let someone bring some food?" ”

Mencius shook his head, "You're not hungry, what about you, why don't you go down and eat with your grandfather?" ”

"It's not that I'm afraid that my baby will be alone here, come up and accompany you." Song Yunshen laughed, put his arm through the crook of her arm, and with a little effort, he helped her thin waist and brought the person to his lap.

"Eh-" Meng Zijin exclaimed, "wearing a cheongsam." ”

The cheongsam was split on both sides, and he made such a fuss, and her pale complexion was exposed, which was unobstructed.

Song Yunshen's eyes were hot, he stared, vaguely removed the burning gaze, and smoothed her fabric by the way, covering her exposed skin.

Mencius put her arms around his neck, and when she looked up, she saw a crimson color, she blinked, and said in disbelief: "Song Yunshen, your neck is so red." ”

"Shut up." Song Yun made a deep muffled sound, and suddenly buried his head down, against her neck.

Mencius laughed so much that his whole body trembled, but he didn't know how to restrain himself, "Are you shy?" You're not some kind of wind and waves haven't seen it, huh? You're still shy at this age. ”

Mencius was so happy that he hugged him and patted him on the back and continued to output.

"Mencius, I have a way to shut up you, do you want to try it?" He smiled and sighed, and couldn't deny that he had a red neck, so he had to hug the person tightly, as if satisfying himself, he looked up and kissed her on the chin.

Mencius swallowed his saliva slipperily, and those beeping words stopped instantly.

"Grandpa should send someone to look for you later, hurry up." She shoved down from his lap, straightened her dress, and pointed to the door solemnly, "Hurry up." ”

Song Yunshen got up, with a smile on the corner of his mouth, and before he could take half a step, he was grabbed by Mencius by the wrist and pulled him to sit down.

"The tie is crooked." She had a serious face, and raised her hand to tie her crooked tie again, "Okay, let's go." ”

Song Yunshen smiled dumbly.

The birthday banquet lasted only one noon, and after twelve o'clock, the people were basically dispersed, and the old man Meng specially put away his smile after Song Yunshen was separated, and looked at Meng Yongnian and Xu Qiang with a straight face, "Let you explain to Zijin to bring people back, do you think it looks like words now?" ”

Xu Qiang opened her mouth to explain something, but Meng Yongnian grabbed her hand from behind and motioned her not to make a sound.

The old man was already angry, and he broke away from Song Yunshen, and the meaning was already obvious.

"My grandson of the Meng family doesn't even have the courage to meet guests, how can he be convincing in the future? Do you want those who covet the status of our Meng family to see us laughing? The old man's breath was unsteady, and the walnut coiled in his hand gradually fell silent, "Even if I am optimistic about Yun Shen, he has never been surnamed Meng, and the family inheritance is broken in this vein, what face do you let me have to see my ancestors and ancestors!" ”

"Father, you're serious." Feeling Xu Qiang's palms tremble, Meng Yongnian retorted.

Meng Sinian leaned against the wall, frowned deeply, and snorted, "In the past hundred years, there has never been a precedent for a woman's inheritance in the family inheritance. ”

"You-" The old man was angry, and the two walnuts in his hand were thrown at Meng Sinian's head, "If you are angry, why should I put all my hope on Zijin!" ”

One, who doted on his wife, gave birth to a daughter in the first child and went to get it tied.

One, over thirty years old, profligate bar, has no intention of marrying a wife.

"Don't you have only one son, if the eldest brother and sister-in-law don't have any more, I can't give birth?" Meng Sinian didn't catch the walnuts he threw over, a gap was smashed in his temples, and he continued, "If you are so angry at your age, be careful not to be able to get your grandson born." ”

"You bastard!" The old man's voice was monstrous, "If your daughter-in-law doesn't marry, how can you give birth?" Where did I get my grandson? Let me tell you, my Meng family, as long as the righteous grandson, I don't care how you spend all day drinking outside, if you dare to make a mongr, I will crawl out and kill you even if I lie in the coffin! ”

When Meng Yongnian heard this, his brows furrowed even deeper, "Father, Sinian won't mess around." ”

Meng Sinian laughed, and wanted to refute, but was glared at by Yongnian.

When he saw this, he shrugged his shoulders and rubbed his blood-stained forehead away from the old man's gaze. Before stepping out of the courtyard, he paused and looked at Song Yunshen.

"Did you hear it all?" Meng Sinian raised his eyebrows.

"Half."

He came back when he was thrown walnuts.

"Don't worry, the old man doesn't do this to you." Meng Sinian knew that Meng Zijin really liked him, so he naturally regarded him as his own.

"Where's the right Zijin?" Song Yunshen twisted his eyebrows.

Hearing this, Meng Sinian glanced at him a few more times, and then laughed, "With me, this walnut can't hit Meng Baobao." ”

Besides, the old man only has two walnuts.

Song Yunshen said, "Thank you." ”