Most people would just say "Happy wedding", but when it came to Yan Yuan, it was a serious question.

Nan Song also answered him solemnly with a declarative sentence, "I am very happy to be married."

Yan Yuan paused for about five or six seconds, and then raised his voice, "That's good. Once you get married, Xiao Nansong will grow up."

The two exchanged a few simple words and then automatically switched into T language communication mode.

In fact, when hosting international conferences, especially those held in many countries, Chinese and English are the main languages ​​used throughout the entire meeting. However, there will be a process of communication and questions in the middle. Nan Song must also be able to understand it and convey the process and atmosphere of the entire venue.

It is the host's responsibility to have control in hand and make sure everything is in place.

People may speak their mother tongue differently from how they speak other languages. Fluency and confidence are certain. Yan Yuan’s Chinese level is pretty good. There are no problems in daily communication, but he is also slow and sounds like a crooked person.

But T-slang is very calm and even mixed with some humor.

When she complained to him that her eldest brother disliked Yan Yuan and refused to contact him, Yan Yuan said: "Maybe his brain grooves were burned out by alcohol and he lost his memory."

He had obviously contacted Luo Junheng, but he always ignored him.

Nan Song was inexplicably made to laugh by this "brain groove", and when he was bending over with a smile, Yu Jinwen walked in with a fruit plate.

Seeing her smiling so happily, he laughed too, not knowing which country she was in contact with.

Yu Jinwen forked a piece of cantaloupe for Nan Song and fed her to eat. She squeezed his hand and said to the other end of the phone: "Brother Yan, aren't you busy?"

She asked in T language, but the phrase "Brother Yan" was pure Chinese.

Yu Jinwen froze on the spot and widened his eyes.

Brother Yan!

Yan Yuan!

She is calling Yan Yuan!

Three thunderbolts struck his head, and barrages flashed through his mind. Yu Jinwen felt inexplicably nervous.

Yan Yuan said: "I'm not busy right now."

He paused slightly and then asked, "Is Yu Jinwen beside you?"

"Well." Nan Song said, "Do you want to say hello to him?"

She handed the phone to Yu Jinwen and said, "Brother Yan Yuanyan."

Nan Song's expression was quite natural. She was just talking on the phone with an ordinary friend, completely unaware of Yu Jinwen's inner turmoil.

She also didn't know that Yan Yuan had openly proposed to pursue Nan Song in front of Yu Jinwen, nor did she know that Yu Jinwen had regarded Yan Yuan as his biggest rival.

After all, these things happened quietly in private, and Nan Song knew nothing about them.

Yu Jinwen took the call, took a breath to suppress the various emotions in his heart, and said calmly: "Mr. Yan."

"Hello, Mr. Yu." On the other end of the phone, Yan Yuan spoke in the same business tone.

The two grown men were obviously not familiar with each other, but it wasn't awkward at all. They were both people who had seen big scenes and were both capable of whitewashing the situation.

"Xiao Nansong said that her newlywed life is very happy."

Yan Yuan said: "It seems that you take good care of her."

Yu Jinwen stood by the window, looking at Nan Song who was sitting cross-legged on a chair eating honeydew melon, and said: "How can you not cherish the treasure that was lost and found?"

"That's good."

After a while, Yan Yuan said slowly and leisurely: "Life is still long. What I am best at is fighting a protracted war, and... taking advantage of opportunities."
Chapter completed!