Lao Jiu responded: "Yes, but young master, if we go to say hello, it will be easy to expose the relationship with the young madam. Doesn't the young madam not want to announce the marriage for the time being?"
"Leave it to Jingze." Ye Lancheng waved his hand lightly: "Go and do it."
The corners of Lao Jiu's mouth twitched. Poor Ze Shao was a professional at taking the blame.
The scapegoat Xia Jingze sneezed heavily at home, prompting Mrs. Xia to immediately ask with concern: "Are you tired from filming? Mommy will make you a bowl of ginger tea to drive away the cold. Don't catch a cold tomorrow."
"No, I've been on vacation recently." Xia Jingze touched his nose and felt an inexplicable chill on his back. He shrank his neck, having a bad premonition.
Mrs. Xia said: "Then don't stay up late at night, and don't kick the quilt when you go to bed. You are so grown up that it doesn't make you worry at all. No wonder your father says that you are not doing your job properly..."
While Mrs. Xia was chattering, Xia Jingze heard the sound of a car. Thinking that his father might be back, he quickly jumped up and ran upstairs: "Ah, Mom, I'm sleepy. I'm going to bed first. Good night."
With that said, he quickly went up to the second floor, faster than a monkey.
Mrs. Xia shook her head helplessly, got up and went to the door to greet her late husband.
Xia Jingze ran towards his room in a hurry. When he passed by his sister Xia Ning's room, he suddenly stopped. Seeing that her door was not closed, he curiously poked his head in.
Xia Ning's back was turned to him, and she was lying on the table looking at something, as if there were a pair of eyes behind her back, and shouted: "What are you looking at sneakily?"
Xia Jingze was caught, he came in with a playful smile, closed the door, walked over in a few steps, lay down on Xia Ning's big bed without any image, pulled a pillow and hugged him in his arms, crossed his legs,
Like a cynical second generation ancestor.
"Sit down or not, stand up, lie down or lie down. If dad sees you like this, I will punish you to death." Xia Ning glanced at him out of the corner of her eye and said with disdain. Xia Jingze said
He curled his lips and said: "If you ask me, you people are really tired. How come there are so many rules? You can do it how you feel comfortable. I am not lying in a coffin, I have to lie upright. Let me tell you, in the future, if I
Even if I'm dead, don't let me lie down straight. I like to lie sideways.
Lie down, please let me rest in peace in the most comfortable position."
"Shut up." Xia Ning threw the information he was reading directly at his face: "What nonsense are you talking about."
Xia Jingze was not angry even after being slapped on his face. He pulled down the information and smiled with his heart-throb idol face: "I'm just using an analogy. It's so late, what are you looking at?"
As he said that, he casually looked through the information in his hand, and was stunned when he saw it: "Sister, are you investigating my sister-in-law's case back then?"
"Yeah." Xia Ning pulled the information back and flipped to the place where he was looking before to continue.
Xia Jingze regained his energy and sat upright. The fire of gossip was blazing: "Sister, sister, what did you find out? I'm very curious, what happened back then, and why did some trolls on the Internet say that my sister-in-law had
Have you ever killed someone with mental illness?"
"Do you believe what the troll said?" Xia Ning rolled his eyes at him.
"I don't believe it, so I'm just curious. Sister, just tell me. You're not a nosy person. Did Brother Lan Cheng ask you to investigate?" Xia Jingze continued to gossip, with a strong desire for knowledge.
Xia Ning was speechless and threw the information directly to him: "If you want to know, just read it yourself. I'm tired and going to bed. Take it back to the room and read it yourself."
Xia Ning didn't know how many times he had read through these case materials. He was scratching the surface of every word. The more he read, the more headache he got. He couldn't find any chance to reverse the case for An Zhisu. All kinds of evidence pointed to An Zhisu, which was very difficult.
Xia Jingze took the information, squealed, and ran back to his room excitedly as if he was hugging a beautiful woman.
Xia Ning felt deeply sorry for having a middle school brother. She got up, took her pajamas, and went to the bathroom to wash up.
She took a bath in the bathroom, and an hour had passed since she came out of the bath. She picked up the phone on the table and checked the time, and found that there were several missed calls, all from Su Ye.
Xia Ning just pretended not to see it, turned off her cell phone, threw it back on the table, lifted the quilt and lay down on the bed.
The room fell into darkness and silence, but what Xia Ning was thinking about was not Su Ye, but another face that was almost blurry.
…
After Lao Jiu left, Ye Lancheng was busy in the study for nearly an hour. When he finished his work and returned to the bedroom, it was already past ten o'clock. He thought An Zhisu had already fallen asleep, but who knew that his little wife was lying on the bed,
I'm moaning and I don't know where the pain is.
"What's wrong? What's wrong with you?" Ye Lancheng took two quick steps and came to the bedside, reaching out to turn her lying body over.
An Zhisu covered his face with one hand and was about to cry in grievance: "Ye Lancheng, I have a toothache."
Ye Lancheng:......
As soon as he heard that she had a toothache, Ye Lancheng subconsciously looked at the paper bag placed on the bedside table. He saw that the paper bag that was originally filled with sugar-fried snowballs was now empty, with not a single snowball left.
Down.
"Did you eat them all?" Ye Lancheng pointed to the empty bag.
An Zhisu shrank into bed like a child who had done something wrong, and said in a tone that did not blame me: "Because it's so delicious."
Ye Lancheng took a deep breath, held back his temper and asked, "An Zhisu, are you a three-year-old? Don't you know you can't eat too much sugar? It's strange that you don't have a toothache after eating so much sugar."
An Zhisu was so frightened that he shrank back into bed again, hiding half of his face under the quilt, and muttered aggrievedly: "I'm in so much pain, and you're still so cruel to me."
Ye Lancheng:......
Ye Lancheng was about to be pissed off, so he turned around and walked out.
Seeing that he didn't care about her anymore, An Zhisu got angry. He turned his head and buried himself in the quilt: "It's so disgusting, you bastard Ye. He's not gentle at all. He knows how to be mean to me. Pour me a glass of water."
, will you be exhausted if you take some painkillers? Husband, we are getting divorced tomorrow!"
"You still have the energy to curse, but I don't think you're in much pain."
As soon as An Zhisu finished speaking, Ye Lancheng's indifferent voice came from above his head. An Zhisu's body froze in shock, and the complaint he was about to speak was swallowed down in an instant.
"Get up." Seeing her smothered in the quilt and pretending to be dead, Ye Lancheng reached out to pull the quilt.
An Zhisu quickly grabbed the quilt and said, "I am dead. I have something to burn."
Ye Lancheng:......
Ye Lancheng was angry again, so he just pulled hard and easily pulled the quilt away.
An Zhisu lost her cover and quickly covered her face with her hands: "Ye Lancheng, you can't hit me. I will complain to my mother, and your mother will beat you."
The corners of Ye Lancheng's mouth twitched fiercely, and he was so angry that he flicked the back of her hand with his finger: "You have the guts to curse people, but don't have the guts to see them? That's all you have." An Zhisu thought to himself, as expected.
She still couldn't curse people behind their backs, as it would be too easy to get caught. She opened her fingers slightly and peeked at Ye Lancheng's face through them.