Chapter Seven hundred and thirtieth, if you come in soon, you will know!
Bi Xiuli wanted to see Ye Fengqiao, but she was worried that the two of them would not fight. She hesitated and fixed on the ground without moving, and her worried eyes were circling on the two brothers.
Dai Zhanzhi carried Bi Xiuli's arm and dragged her towards the room, saying uneasy, "Let's go! Don't worry about them, no matter when they met, they didn't fall into the hot oil pan when they saw it too much! I got used to it when I saw it too much.
OK! Let's take a walk and see Mr. Qiao who you have never met before! Go and have a good chat with Mr. Qiao." As he said that, Bi Xiuli walked into the room and closed the door.
The moment the door closed, I heard Guo Xiaohe’s annoyed voice, “What do you mean? If you throw someone at me, you will lose your voice?”
Bi Xiuli looked at the closed door, and the two of them were locked outside the door. Not to mention anything, they even heard the sound of a vague sound.
Dai Zhanzhi didn't care that the people outside the door might be able to fight at any time. He walked to Ye Fengqiao's bed with Bi Xiuli's arm on his shoulder.
Ye Fengqiao raised his eyebrows and looked at the arms they were slung together with a smile, "Are you two so good?"
Neither of them spoke but responded to Ye Fengqiao with a tighter movement.
Ye Fengqiao curled his lips to the two of them and asked again, "Have they started fighting?"
Dai Zhanzhi pulled Bi Xiuli and sat together, replied, "I haven't come in yet, now--" and said, "I listened with a moment and said indifferently: "I didn't hear any movement... Ignore them,
You won’t know if you come in later!”
"You two..." Ye Fengqiao stared at their hands crossing their fingers, "Isn't it uncomfortable to hold them together?"
Ye Fengqiao was too clear about the past of the two of them. They lived not far from the east village and west village and met since childhood. Later, they were elementary school classmates and middle school classmates. After living for more than 20 years, they met twenty years.
Many years, from childhood to adulthood, their relationship is not good, it sounds good. When the two met head-on, rolling their eyes to each other was considered "peaceful to each other". It was not that they had fought on the spot, and each had their own victory.
With the defeat, Ye Fengqiao not only had the honor to witness every confrontation they had, but was also forced to participate once.
Thinking about their blushing faces and thick necks, then looking at their arms swaying and holding hands! Ye Fengqiao thought, they were really good, they couldn't do this!
Dai Zhanzhi smiled at Ye Fengqiao with a proud look on his face, "Are you envious of us? She used to be her and I, and it is normal for us to dislike us by outsiders. Now we are all one family, so of course the family must be good.
Yes. Even if you haven’t done well before, you will be fine in the future, right? My sister-in-law!”
As soon as his sister-in-law called Bi Xiuli, who was originally sitting with a strong face, blushed, and smiled very awkwardly.
Dai Zhanzhi deliberately tilted his head and chased Bi Xiuli's lowered face, insisting on getting her response, and kept asking Bi Xiuli with "Is it right, right?"
Bi Xiuli was forced to have no choice but to nod in response.
Seeing that they were having a good chat, Ye Fengqiao didn't bother them, so he picked up the chopsticks and picked up the bowl - he finally took a bite of noodles that he hadn't eaten several times, and the temperature was just right.
Dai Zhanzhi found out that Ye Fengqiao had actually eaten noodles. She finally came here and was ignored by her. She seemed to be unable to stand Ye Fengqiao's neglect, and asked endlessly, "Joe" without any shocking words, "Joe
Master, this has been here for a long time, and you won’t introduce it. This person is not just your son-in-law who is in trouble, right?”
As soon as the words were finished, the others in the room were shocked. Ye Fengqiao choked his face in his throat. His pale face was coughing until it turned red and had not stopped, as if he would not stop until he coughed until he broke his throat.