Manager Lu Kai, who was sitting in the front row, was startled: "Master Ze, what's wrong with you?"
"Shh, don't talk." Xia Jingze glared at him, and then quickly replied to Song Jiaren on WeChat.
Xia Jingze: What's going on? Who bullied my sister-in-law again? Yang Xi?
Song Jiaren: Go and see for yourself. I am fighting and I don’t have time to explain it to you.
Xia Jingze immediately opened the link she sent, scanned the news content, and then turned to the comment area. This comment area has hundreds of floors, and they are all filled with random characters.
Xia Jingze understood immediately, decisively switched his Weibo account, and reposted Weibo with the melancholy boy's account, with the text: So this is the crazy Miss An's Group that Yang Xi mentioned, I will stay away from beautiful ladies in the future.
, who knows if he is a psychopath.
The trumpet account of Xia Jingze is also a big V. He can accumulate millions of followers by insulting people. If he doesn’t post on Weibo, he will definitely be insulting people when he posts. Therefore, as soon as he posted this Weibo, his fans exploded below.
Already.
Fan A: Haha, I hope for the stars and the moon, and finally I hope that my little brother will criticize others again, hahaha, I am happy.
Fan B: Little brother, does your mother know that you are so naughty?
Fan C: Get out of the way, little brother, look at me, look at me, I really hate the way you look at others.
Fan Ding: Hahaha, I admire this little brother’s courage to criticize the sky, the earth, and the air. He dares to criticize anyone and is not afraid of being banned at all.
…
Fans left messages below one after another, and Xia Jingze only replied coldly.
Melancholic Boy: Whatever nonsense you say, forward it to me.
Fans: Yes.
The army of people reposted it like crazy, and Weibo was almost destroyed by this Weibo.
Song Jiaren also saw it immediately. She was even more courageous and directly forwarded it in a big way.
Qing Ben Jiaren: "The eldest lady of the An Group", keep your character in good shape and don't let it fall apart. I'm very optimistic about you.
When Xia Jingze saw Song Jiaren's caption, he banged his car seat and laughed loudly. When it came to criticizing anyone, except for himself, he only obeyed Song Jiaren.
An Zhisu didn't know what Song Jia and Xia Jingze had done, because when she just put away her phone and came downstairs, she happened to see Ye Lancheng walking in from outside.
An Zhisu's eyes lit up and he walked towards him briskly: "You're off work."
Ye Lancheng hummed and raised his hand to unbutton his coat.
"I'll do it." An Zhisu waited on him with rare courtesy and took off his coat and scarf, like a young wife looking forward to her husband getting off work, a rare act of virtuousness.
Ye Lancheng looked at her sideways: "Are you in a good mood?"
This girl was so courteous to him, but Ye Lancheng was still a little uncomfortable with it.
"Yeah." An Zhisu took his arm and walked towards the living room.
Bai Xinci groaned: "Go, go, don't show affection in front of an old lady like me, it's an eyesore."
An Zhisu stuck out his tongue: "How can you show affection?"
"Tsk, you are bullying me because I have presbyopia and cannot see clearly." Bai Xinci teased her with a smile.
An Zhisu's face turned red and he quickly let go of Ye Lancheng's arm.
Ye Lancheng raised his eyebrows, and a faint smile appeared at the corner of his mouth.
In the evening, the couple came here to have dinner. After the meal, they chatted with Bai Xinci. Afterwards, seeing that it was almost time, the couple packed up and returned to Lantingju.
It was already late when we got home. It was already eleven o'clock when the couple took a rest after washing.
Ye Lancheng didn't sleep with her in his arms for several days. As soon as he got into bed, he hugged An Zhisu into his arms. An Zhisu also rarely disliked her, and turned around and hugged him, burying her face in his chest.
"What's wrong?" Ye Lancheng felt that she was a little enthusiastic today, and she even gave him her beloved meat in the evening. He was a little flattered.
"Ye Lancheng..." An Zhisu raised his head slightly in his arms, looking at him clearly and brightly under the dim light and dark eyes.
"Yeah." Ye Lancheng responded and looked down at her.
An Zhisu took a deep breath: "Ye Lancheng, let me give you a child."
Ye Lancheng's deep eyes darkened a bit in the dimness, and what Doctor Sun had said rang in his mind.
She is not yet ready to conceive.
Those words seemed to still linger in his ears. He tightened his arms slightly and asked in a low voice: "Do you want a child?"
"You don't want it?" An Zhisu felt the arms around his waist tighten and asked again, raising his head slightly.
Ye Lancheng pressed a kiss on her forehead: "Let nature take its course."
"How can such a thing be allowed to happen naturally?" An Zhisu pursed his lips and said shyly: "We don't have to wear that when we have a baby."
"Which one? Which one?" Ye Lancheng had an expression on his face that said, "I don't understand what you are talking about."
"You, say, you are asking even though you know it!" An Zhisu gritted his teeth and glared at him with a look that said, "I'm so fierce."
Ye Lancheng smiled without saying a word and closed his eyes slightly: "Go to sleep."
"Hey." An Zhisu turned him around and said, "You haven't said yet whether you want a child or not."
Ye Lancheng did not answer. After a while, An Zhisu heard his even and shallow breathing, and he had obviously fallen asleep.
An Zhisu:……
So angry.
She so sincerely wanted to give him a child that he actually fell asleep!
An Zhisu turned over angrily in his arms and turned her back to him. She was so angry that she would not give birth to him even if he begged her again.
In the darkness, An Zhisu, who had his back to Ye Lancheng, did not see the eyes that had been "asleep" open again. A layer of ice condensed in the pool of eyes that were already as indifferent as water.
An Tingnuan, you came back just in time.
It's time to pay back the wounds that were inflicted on his little wife.
…
settle down.
In An Tingnuan's room, she locked herself up and didn't even eat dinner. Her beautiful eyes were red and swollen. It looked like she had just cried, and there were still tears on her pretty face.
Outside the door, An Boyuan and Ye Lishu were as anxious as ants on a hot pot. The couple took turns talking to their daughter outside, but An Tingnuan paid no attention to anyone and shut herself out of the room to cry.
"Ting Nuan, please open the door for mom. Don't scare mom, Ting Nuan." Ye Lishu stamped her feet outside the door anxiously.
"Ting Nuan, please stop crying and open the door first. Your parents are very worried about you." An Boyuan also coaxed him, very patiently, with anxiety in his voice.
Ye Lishu glared at An Boyuan and complained angrily: "You have raised a good daughter, and she is still a sister. Why are you so unwilling to see your sister? Tingnuan just returned to China and went to blackmail her on the Internet. Now it is making a fuss.
She should be happy." "What are you talking nonsense? There is no evidence that it was Zhisu's handiwork." When An Boyuan heard Ye Lishu accuse An Zhisu, his face suddenly darkened.