Shaking the wine glass, the wine hit the wall.

With the phoenix eyes lightly favored, Zhou Yanchen glanced at Chu Zhouran, "When did you gossip like this?"

"How can this be called gossip?" Chu Zhouran laughed and took a sip of wine. "This should be called the nephew's reasonable care for his uncle's inner world."

"Ha!" Sneered, Zhou Yanchen reached out and rubbed Chu Zhouran's hair, "Stupid boy."

For many years, such actions have never happened between them.

When people are in the same age, some things will change accordingly.

Everyone has their own secrets and circles, and even relatives will become less intimate with time.

Zhou Yanchen's inadvertent caused many turmoil in Chu Zhouran's heart.

"Uncle." Chu Zhouran raised his glass and collided with him, and said warmly: "Don't treat the following words as persuasion."

"What do you want to say again?" Zhou Yanchen raised his eyebrows and seemed to smile. "Sure enough, I'm going to get married and I'm talking too much, just like your mother."

"My mother is also doing it for your own good. Your younger brother is not more worry-free than my son."

"All right, I think you'd better stop talking." As he said that, Zhou Yanchen jumped out of the high chair and waved his finger to Chu Zhouran.

He was about to leave, but Chu Zhouran called him.

"Wait a minute, uncle."

Zhou Yanchen stopped and did not look back, waiting quietly for his words.

"Actually, it's nothing. I just let you go. I feel very relaxed to give up Tang Qian. After all, they are living a good life now. You should let go of Xiaohan. She is also good with Zhao Rui now, right? And my aunt..."

"There are too many." Zhou Yanchen interrupted Chu Zhouran's words and said indifferently: "You are simply a chatterbox."

He stepped forward again and he walked towards the living room.

As soon as I walked around the corner, I found someone who didn't have time to hide.

"you?"

Frowning, he looked at Mo Xiran.

When did she come?

"That, what a coincidence." Mo Xiran smiled awkwardly and raked his hair in a hurry.

"Come on?" He stretched out his hand and flicked her forehead, "You are eavesdropping, are you?"

"I don't!" Mo Xiran glared, "Mom asked me to ask you and Zhou Ran to discuss the wedding. When I saw you were chatting, I waited for a while."

"wait?"

"What's wrong? Who made you speak so loudly!" Mo Xiran muttered and curled his lips.

The most important question he just didn't answer, which made her heart jump out just now.

With his lips curled, he took all her expression into his eyes.

When will this little woman learn to hide her emotions?

Thinking about it, he thought again, let it go.

It's best to never learn it.

She is so cute that she is stupid and stupid.

Cucking her shoulder, Zhou Yanchen turned around and called Chu Zhouran, and took her into the living room.

When Mrs. Zhou saw the couple coming in intimately, she couldn't even close her mouth. She patted Zhou Yanxi's back of her hand. The old lady said, "I'll ask Xiaoxia that child to come here tomorrow, and we should arrange time to meet the in-laws."

"Yes. I'll ask Zhou Ran to bring Xiaoxia back for dinner tomorrow."

"That's great, it's great."

Wang Ruoqing's room.

Zhou Changxi was drowsy and was sleepy, pillowing on Zhou Changlong's shoulders.

Zhou Changlong held her sister and lay on the pillow and covered her with a quilt.

"Mom, what the hell is it?"

Wang Ruoqing looked up and looked at his son, "Chang Long, you are 27, one year older than Zhou Ran. Why is he getting married? You are not in a hurry?"

"What's the hurry?" Zhou Changlong frowned, "It's still important to work now."

"Marriage and work are not in conflict. Chang Long, if you marry a daughter from any family, it will be helpful to you in the future."

Zhou Changlong raked his hair irritably and said in a deep voice: "I understand."

Wang Ruoqing also knew his son's temper and didn't say much.

Back in his room, Zhou Changlong took off his clothes and walked into the bathroom naked.

After taking a shower, the phone light flashed on the bedside table.

Slide the screen and a text message comes into your eyes.

‘Have you slept?’

The corners of his mouth curled gently, his fingers moved, and replied one back.

Throwing his cell phone on the big bed, he walked towards the floor-to-ceiling window.

The dark night color is not as good as his eyes.

...

Before getting off work, Mo Xiran rarely received a text message from Zhou Yanchen, saying that she wanted her to go to the parking lot to wait for him after getting off work.

After coming out of the elevator, Mo Xiran saw Zhou Yanchen's Bentley Shanmu at a glance.

Walking over, she bent over and knocked on the car window.

The driver's seat window slowly fell down, revealing half of his feminine and evil side face.

Zhou Yanchen frowned and looked at the woman standing outside the car, his phoenix eyes flashed.

"Mo Xiyu, have we seen it in MG's underground parking lot?"

Suddenly, he asked.

Mo Xiran was shocked and his eyes suddenly widened.

After coming to her senses, she quickly shook her head: "No, no, I haven't seen you."

"So, have you really seen it?" Zhou Yanchen smiled slutty and looked at Mo Xiran.

"What are you doing?" Her eyes were floating around.

Zhou Yanchen smiled softly and really remembered it.

The little woman who tidied up her chest pads in front of his car window, it turned out to be her?

This world is really coincidental, and there is also...

"Why dress up like that?"

"I personally, I can't have a personal hobby." After stuttering, Mo Xiran quickly ran to the co-pilot, opened the car door and sat in.

Zhou Yanchen reached out to rub her hair and started the car.

“Where are we going?”

"Go to meet a few people."

"How many people? Who?"

Zhou Yanchen glanced at her without answering.

The car drove for about 40 minutes and stopped in front of a high-end club.

After getting off the car, Zhou Yanchen took Mo Xiran in.

3rd floor, at the door of a private room.

He reached out and pushed open the door, Zhou Yanchen hugged Mo Xiran's shoulder and walked in.

"Dandan, can't be eaten."

As soon as I entered, I heard a childish voice, helpless.

Mo Xiran opened her eyes wide and looked at the people in the private room in surprise.

"You're here."

The elegant female voice is faint.

Mo Xiran came back to his senses for a while and nodded: "Mrs. Gu, Mr. Gu."

Gu Ziqi's double pupils flashed, and he glanced at Zhou Yanchen with a sarcasm, and then reached out to hug his beloved wife Tang Qian.

"It took so long to come, no politeness at all!"

"Ha! I'm here to give Tang Qian a face. Do you think I'm here to see you?"
To be continued...