Faced with her obvious avoidance, Ye Chuyun felt a pain in his heart, but he just nodded obediently, "Okay."

"Qiu Bai, An Ran, Xu Weiren, Master, Elaine, Meng Jie." The pen in his hand stopped on the invitation, and the tip of the ballpoint pen blurred into a small circle on the "Song".

Ye Chuyun understood in his heart. Although he was not sure why Song Mengjie wanted to break up with Ding Yiyi, he vaguely heard that it was related to Ye Nianmo and Hai Zhuoxuan.

"Do it according to your own ideas." He held her hand and helped her finish the last stroke of the word "Song".

Ding Yiyi smiled gratefully at him, and after writing Song Mengjie's invitation, there was still a blank invitation left. Ye Chuyun suddenly said: "Give it to Nian Mo, after all, I grew up with him."

Her heart was resisting, and she vaguely felt that Ye Chuyun wanted to force her to make a decision. Ye Chuyun was the first to speak, "I'm joking, let me think about who else I can invite."

"Just invite him." Ding Yiyi grabbed it and wrote Ye Nianmo's name on the invitation in one go.

The whole night, Ding Yiyi had messy dreams. One time, Song Mengjie looked at her sadly, and the other time, Ye Nianmo showed her a mocking smile while holding the invitation.

She woke up at dawn when the sky was gray, and after a brief wash, she went out. When she was a child, she stood in the animal cemetery, and the photo of Cheng Bao was already a little white because of the rain.

"I'm getting engaged, Cheng Bao." Ding Yiyi spoke familiarly, just like a good friend chatting, but there was a touch of loneliness in her tone.

She placed the red invitation in front of the tombstone, and the wind blew the budding flowers in front of the tomb. The flowers swayed up and down, like little people nodding their blessings.

When I arrived at the door of Song Mengjie's house, I heard loud noises inside before I even rang the doorbell.

"Song Shuhao! I, Xiao Xiaoli, have been a cow and a horse for you all my life, just because I didn't give you a son, so you sit on my head."

"What nonsense are you talking about."

"I'm talking bullshit! Ask yourself if what I'm talking about is bullshit. You said you have nothing to do with that woman? Do you dare to touch your conscience?"

"I'm too lazy to tell you."

The door opened suddenly, and Song Shuhao was stunned when he saw Ding Yiyi, "Yiyi."

"Hello, Uncle Song." Ding Yiyi looked at him awkwardly. Xiao Xiaoli rolled her eyes at Ding Yiyi, walked to the room and slammed the door.

Song Shuhao's face didn't look good either, but he still asked patiently: "Is something wrong?"

Ding Yiyi hurriedly handed over the invitation in her hand, "I'm getting engaged. I called Meng Jie and she didn't answer, so I wanted to ask my uncle to help deliver it."

Song Shuhao casually took the invitation and put it on the porch, "Last time I asked her not to go to Tibetan areas to support education, but she went anyway. I can't control her anymore. Now she is not in Dongjiang, so I will keep it for you. She won't see it.

If you can see it, then say something else."

His tone was not very good, and he seemed to want to continue complaining. Ding Yiyi said hello in a few words and ran away in confusion.

Sitting in the taxi, she suddenly became afraid of where she was going next. An hour later, she stood at the door of Ye's house but refused to press the doorbell.

She was struggling in her heart, so she simply stuck the invitation on the iron door and turned around to leave.

"Yiyi?"

Xia Youxin thought she had seen it wrong, but when she got closer, she saw the red invitation she was about to put on the door.

"I heard, it's He Chuyun, I guess." Xia Youxin said calmly.
Chapter completed!