Chen Yi stared at the string of letters, and was a little puzzled. Why did he reply to the pinyin?
In the Ding family villa, the light in the room of the Tingyun is still on.
Ding Xiangwei passed outside and stood at the door of the Xunian room for a while. He was confused, haven't he slept yet?
After thinking about it, I gently knocked on the door.
"Please come in." The court cloud standing in front of the window turned his eyes.
Seeing the door open, my father in pajamas walked in, "Why are you not sleeping so late? What are you thinking?"
There should be no worries at work.
Everything has been going well in the company recently.
As his steps approached, Ding Xiangwei seemed to see something from his expression, "How are you and that girl...?"
Tingyun's eyes were withdrawn from his father. He looked out the window and replied thoughtfully, "Maybe... maybe it's not destined to be together."
Although he hadn't waited for her to say it, he might have had a glimmer of answer in his heart.
Ding Xiangwei felt very distressed. Tingyun is a good child. He is particularly outstanding and deserves to be loved.
A brief silence appeared in the room.
There are 80,000 Chinese characters in the world, but the word "love" is the most hurtful.
"Son." He reached out to put his hand on his shoulder, and Ding Xiangwei said instructed, "Do you believe it? We have already read the script of life in heaven."
He pulled his eyes out the window and looked at the bright moon, "We chose this script because there are places in this script that we think are worth it."
"You didn't choose this life because of this girl, maybe because of my father?"
Tingyun smiled, but still felt a little disappointed.
Because this is the first time he really likes a girl without any destination.
He is very happy every time he thinks of her.
There is even a thought of spending the rest of her life with her.
"You are right." Tingyun is also very rational. "The script of life is chosen by oneself. Every script has flaws and it is impossible for everything to go as you wish."
Ding Xiangwei nodded, "Yes." But if you really accept it calmly, you probably have to practice by yourself.
"I have a good reputation for her." Tingyun said to his father, "As long as I think of her, I feel full of joy."
"Then go after him." Ding Xiangwei turned his eyes and encouraged him, "Start ask her for dinner tomorrow, give her gifts, and impress her with your sincerity."
Tingyun had thought about it, but was afraid that this would make her more disgusted, but instead pushed her further.
Because he knew that Mo Jingyao was not an ordinary girl.
What she wants is a feeling that the girls who write novels have relatively delicate emotions.
The night is getting deeper...
The next morning.
Before Mo Jingyao got up, Han Jiamei was sent over by Mo Fan and carried a box full of clothes.
Yajie received a call early in the morning and asked someone to prepare a nutritious breakfast for pregnant women.
"Mom, where is Jingyao? Has she gone out for a trip?"
"Not yet. I've been with my best friend yesterday and haven't gotten up yet." Yajie stroked Jiamei's hair docitfully, with a kind smile on her face, "I'll go call her?"
"No need, I'll go!" Han Jiamei took her hand, "Mom, I'll stay with you for a few days! All the clothes are brought!"
"That's great!" Yajie was of course happy, "You, you should have come here long ago! I just couldn't speak!"
Han Jiamei smiled and heard her mother-in-law say-
"I'm afraid you two have thought about the world of two people. In fact, if you live here during pregnancy, your mother can take care of you! Just speak up whatever you want! Tell me if you feel uncomfortable!"
"Thank you mom!"
Yajie is really good. She treats her daughter-in-law as her daughter-in-law! Sometimes she has to scold her son a few words, even though Mo Fan has done it well.