Resisting the urge to find someone to settle the score with, he walked quickly, with the wind blowing under his feet~
He cannot be impulsive.
Whatever happens, I have to go home and see my second uncle before we talk.
Ye Xusheng strode into the front yard with extremely complicated emotions and hurried towards the west courtyard.
"Oops, I was so anxious just now that my heart was about to jump out of my chest."
"Haha, I said, didn't you ask for it? We just put it aside and got up early to please the girl, why didn't you say it?"
"Didn't I discuss with his father to pick a good day, bring Mingwei with me, invite Ice Man, and formally propose marriage to Brother Laiyin and his younger siblings?"
"Hey, sister-in-law, I really admire you for being so calm."
"Hey, my sister-in-law doesn't know that when the boy from the Chen family came to the door, I wanted to slap him..."
"Ha ha……"
Ye Xusheng's feet seemed to be nailed, motionless.
In the main hall, Mr. and Mrs. Ye Shitian, Mr. and Mrs. Ye Laiyin, Mr. and Mrs. Wang Sanjiu, and Mrs. Liu and Ye Laijin gathered together to talk thoughtful words.
Oh, Uncle Wang and his wife just listened quietly and hardly spoke.
The liveliest conversation was between Mr. Bai and Ms. Liu, Mr. Ye Shitian, Mr. Ye Laijin, Mr. Ye Laiyin and Mr. Wang. They also chatted quietly and the atmosphere was quite good.
Ye Shitian: "I think the Guan family boy can do it."
Ye Laijin: “I think it will work too.”
Ye Laiyin rolled his eyes and said, "Boss of the Chen family, you two also agree."
The corners of Wang's lips were raised high, and she was in a very good mood.
The boy from the Guan family is handsome, has good conduct, has an extraordinary bearing, and is a scholar. He has a bright future. She is very satisfied with this alone.
Moreover, the two families have a close relationship. Brother Guan and his sister-in-law are both generous and generous. Cuizhi is also on good terms with Xiner and is not afraid that her precious daughter will be punished if she marries.
After much deliberation, there is simply no one more suitable than him.
Ever since she met the boy from the Chen family, her heart had almost been twisted into knots. Forget about that knot, her heart, which was about to twitch, finally relaxed.
Wang felt refreshed and her whole body felt comfortable.
But Ye Xusheng in the yard felt like he was struck by lightning.
It was as if a pair of invisible hands were ruthlessly tearing his heart apart...
The pain of heart-breaking liver surgery is unbearable~
It hurt so much that he couldn't breathe.
Is his little girl going to be someone else's bride?
Just thinking about that scene made him die of pain.
What should he do?
——
In the west wing, children Guan Cuizhi, Ye Yuanyuan, He Xiner and Wang Jinling were happily writing fairy tales.
"...From then on, the hero and heroine lived happily."
He Xiner was full of emotions and her particularly emotional recitation made several people laugh.
Guan Cuizhi and Ye Yuanyuan secretly exchanged glances, smiling like two little foxes. If Wang Jinling hadn't been there, they would have teased He Xiner.
At this time, they did not know that the adults were discussing the marriage between He Xiner and Guan Mingwei.
If he knew it, he would never be so calm.
Just Guan Cuizhi can scream with excitement for a long time~
From time to time, hearty laughter came from the upper room, and from time to time, delicate laughter as clear as silver bells sounded from the west wing...
Under the scorching sun, Ye Xusheng stood in the yard in despair, his mind in chaos.
Dabai and Heizi, Daha and Erha came out of nowhere and walked slowly to his side.
Perhaps sensing that he was in a bad mood, Dabai stood quietly on one side and stayed with him quietly.
Heizi, Daha, and Erha went to the kennel obediently, without making any sound or making any noise.
"Babai."
The main hall was still chatting in a lively manner, all about He Xiner and Guan Mingwei. Ye Xusheng's heart became more and more desolate. After a long while, he spoke in a low voice with a hoarse voice.
Dabai gently rubbed his palm.
The bad boy's hands were ice-cold, as if his blood had frozen, without a trace of warmth.