MTL - Bye Bye-Chapter 124 follow-up two

On weekend nights, Zhang Zhen strolled by the flower garden in front of the main entrance of Lanmo Mansion.

It's late autumn, and most of the surrounding grass plants have turned yellow, and the rest are perennial greens. Zhang Zhen looked up at the quiet moonlight. Time passed too quickly. In a blink of an eye, he was thirty years old. He had savings, real estate, family, and no pressure in life. This was luckier than many people of the same age.

Zhang Zhen took out his mobile phone to browse Moments. Some posted about funds, housing design, new car experience, and some friends posted the colorful handprints on his custom-made suit, saying it was a gift from his child. Last week he had dinner with some friends, and was introduced to a girl, eighteen or nineteen years old, not as old as his younger brother, with a good family background, who played the piano, and gave many solo concerts, and admired him for a long time .

A dinner became a blind date.

Zhang Zhen was worried about the girl's self-esteem, so he didn't leave on the spot, but insisted on sending her home after dinner, and explained his thoughts, refusing to develop with her.

Zhang Zhen has never seriously considered the matter of feelings. If he can have it in the future, it must be because it came quietly and successfully escaped his precautions and hesitation.

For the next few years, the center of Zhang Zhen's life is to treat illnesses while watching Jiaobai complete his studies and get along well with his third brother.

Zhang Zhen's thoughts were interrupted by the sound of a car's engine in the distance. He put away his cell phone and looked up.

The car drove slowly through the street lights and the mountain fog, and stopped in front of the flower garden.

The door of the back seat was opened, and Zibai yawned and got out of the car, looking at Zhang Zhen with steamy eyes: "Brother, why are you at the gate?"

"Wait for you guys." Zhang Zhen hugged him, "How was the game?"

Before Ziobai could speak, Qi Yiliao got out of the car, pressed his tired eyebrows and asked, "A Zhen, is there any soup in the kitchen?"

"Yes." Zhang Zhen said.

Lanmo Mansion is a rule passed down from generation to generation. There are three kitchens and three restaurants, divided into masters, guests, and subordinates.

The original servants had been friends with Aunt Liu for many years. After Aunt Liu died, they were all replaced. The current batch has been working for more than a year without any mistakes.

In particular, the soup they boil always has new patterns, and Zizania likes to drink it.

Zhang Zhen pulled Zibazania into the gate, asking nonsense? This question? Then, he caught a glimpse of something inadvertently, and suddenly stopped in his footsteps.

Zizania asks with eyes?

"Baibai, you go in first." Zhang Zhen took a deep breath and pushed him forward, "Go."

"Okay." Ziabania replied in a troubled manner.

Qi Yiluo was a few steps behind, carrying Zibazania's backpack in one hand, and answering the phone with the mobile phone in the other. He spoke German, with a standard pronunciation, with the magnetism and elegance of a mature man.

Zhang Zhen waited for the third brother to come over. He didn't know much about the business world. He only heard from Qi Huai that the Qi family was going to expand to Germany.

As for the domestic market, the Qi family will no longer rob and expand its territory.

Qi Yiliao hung up the phone, seeing that Zhang was still on the pillow, he nodded, and a vague syllable came out of his throat: "Huh?"

"Third Brother, did you propose to Bai Bai?" Zhang Zhen suppressed his emotions.

Qi Yiliao shook his head.

Zhang Zhen couldn't hold back his emotions and rushed out, his expression was rebellious contempt and annoyance: "Why are you fooling me, I have seen the ring on Baibai's ring finger!"

"What I mean is, it's not just a marriage proposal," Qi Yiluo walked forward, following in the footsteps of his childhood sweetheart, "and got a certificate."

Zhang Zhen was stunned on the spot, something went wrong with his hearing?

What certificate, what certificate, who with whom? who I am?

Zhang Zhen strode to catch up with the third brother in a daze, his voice was low and loud: "I am his brother, why don't you talk about such a big matter? What do I say?"

Qi Yiliao kept walking, and his eyes were always on the figure of the young man dangling in front of him. He recalled the situation at that time, and his face was a little more tender.

Regarding marriage, Qi Yiliao has plans, but not so soon, his lover is still studying? It is the age when he is full of enthusiasm for life and studies, so he can wait.

So the matter of getting the certificate was brought up by Zimbabella.

Just the next minute after Qi Yiliao gave the ring.

His little lover touched the pocket of his trousers, took out another ring, put it on for him, kissed his palm, and said with a smile—let's go abroad to get a certificate.

Qi Yiluo's chest was hot, and his voice was hoarse: "It's a temporary decision."

Zhang Zhen was about to say something when the third brother laughed and said, "A Zhen, it is indeed a pity that you are absent from this session, so that every year your brother's wedding anniversary will be hosted by you. "

"..."

This is actually not necessary. How can he host.

Zhang Zhen saw the third brother smoothing his forehead and having a ring on his ring finger. He frowned. The normal marriage process is to propose, get a certificate, get a wedding ring, and the next step.

"Then when will you hold the wedding?" Zhang Zhen quickened his pace, walked in front of Qi Yiliao, blocked his sight, and said seriously.

Qi Yiliao crossed the pillow, and spit out two words: "No."

"Don't do it?" Zhang Zhen's brows were tightened, he quickly followed, his breathing was a little short, "Why? This is such an important and sacred step."

Qi Yiliao walked casually, the shadow of the lamp cast down, covering his high eyebrows and deep eye sockets, he was speechless, more silent than ever, and there was a faint smell of grievance on his body Qu Xiao? The breath of a daughter-in-law.

Zhang Zhen glanced at the third brother who was in a state of confusion, and he immediately realized that it was his brother's intention to just receive the certificate in a low-key manner and not hold the wedding. So he changed his position silently: "Actually, it's just a ceremony, it's not important."

Qi Yiliao's face suddenly turned dark.

Zhang Zhen muttered: "You let him make his own decisions. If you are not satisfied with what he decides, you can only accept it."

Qi Yiliao rubbed his forehead and left.

In front of the fan-shaped counter in the kitchen, Zibai was lying there drinking soup, and Zhang Zhen walked in through the entrance of the counter, "Bai Bai, you and the third brother's wedding really won't be held?"

Zizania gnawing on the mushrooms in the soup, he doesn't care if the wedding is not, but the pervert wants it.

Once he nods his head and says to do it, it will be terrible, and he will definitely do something special.

Just like that, tell the world.

Rustic, bold, older? Teenage spouse and elder? Mentality.

"Wait until he's not as busy as he is now, and he has time to rest and recuperate. Don't tell him what I said." Zizania sips the hot soup, and he feels refreshed, not sleepy anymore, and his tongue is sharp a lot of.

Zhang Zhen glanced at his brother: "It turns out that you don't agree to the wedding because you feel sorry for the third brother."

"Otherwise." Zizania tsk-tsk.

Zhang Zhen thought about it? The third brother's mood changes: "He doesn't seem to understand your thoughts?"

"You think he is stupid, he wants to be loved by me, but also wants to make the wedding big, act like a baby to me, and sell you badly," Ziobai couldn't explain it all, "he's so smart."

Zhang Zhen thought? He couldn't imagine the third brother acting like a baby, and his skin was getting goosebumps. He struggled to control his expression: "Why don't we make the wedding simpler?"

"It's not easy, there are only two possibilities, don't do it first, do it big." Ziabania sighed.

Zhang Zhen: "..." I don't care about your husband and wife.

He put a spoonful of soup into the pot and came out, "Bai Bai, I just want to say a few words. When the wedding is rescheduled, I will be a witness."

"Got it, got it." Zibai put down the empty bowl, wiped his mouth with a paper towel, "Brother, you have nothing to do these two days."

"No." Zhang Zhen blew on the soup, and changed his words again, "By the way, Jiang Yan came to Lanmo Mansion this morning. He brought some scriptures and some flowers and plants. The books are on the first floor. On the shelf, flowers and plants are placed in the small room in the front yard."

Seeing Zizania, Zhang Zhen hesitated to speak, he asked, "Is there anything else?"

Zhang Zhen said surprisingly: "Jiang Yan shaved his head."

Zizania: "..."

He was not very surprised that this matter happened to the enthusiastic and unrestrained little pepper.

Ziabab threw the dirty paper towel into the trash, and when he died and came back alive, he sent it to Moments, and Jiang Yan was the first to call him, burst into tears.

When it's over, I will make up for this year with the amount of 8,800 per month, and continue to pay back the money on a monthly basis.

"Baibai, isn't that friend of yours a monk?" Zhang Zhen gave birth to a hint of gossip.

Jiao Bai's cell phone rang, and the person on the fifth floor told him to go up, and he replied with a "cat-sucking" expression, and continued to chat with Zhang Zhen: "What clothes did Jiang Yan wear when he came to Lanmo Mansion today?"

"Same as usual," Zhang Zhen said, "in a red dress."

Zizania squints: "Have you ever seen a monk in a red dress?"

Zhang Zhen was dumb.

"Everyone has their own life, and each has its own way of living." Ziao Bai patted Xia Zhangzhen's shoulder, his eyes fell on his ring finger, and the ring shone in his pupils.

Zhang Zhen also looked at it. After all, the younger brother became a sister-in-law. What's wrong with the address? Do you want to change it? When he was struggling, his brother's voice sounded in his ear, "Let's stick to the original one, each call his own."

"That's the only way." See Zhang Zhen? His brother glanced at the phone again, and he waved his hands in disbelief, "Hurry up and go up."

Ziobai took a few steps and turned his head. Zhang Zhen, who was observing the flexibility of his waist and legs, didn't have time to cover his eyes, and was caught by him, very embarrassed.

"Baibai, that," Zhang Zhen choked out a few words for a long time, "did the third brother restrain himself during the two days you went out to play?"

Zizania pointed at the dense red marks under the clothes and said, "Restraint."

He "died" last year, and the freshly liberated old pervert is back in a metal cage with his keychain attached.

In the same season of this year, he came back, the old pervert was very restrained at first, he didn't do other things while holding him to sleep, at most he just kissed his cheek without touching his mouth.

A few days later, when Ziobai was half asleep and half awake, a small key was stuffed in his hand, and the pervert stayed up all night, so he knelt on the bed and asked him to unlock it.

He was almost sent to the bedside table that night.

Now the number of handwriting on the desk on the second floor of the basement is still increasing, but they are all engraved by the hand of the old pervert grabbing him from behind.

"restraint"

Reach it?

"restraint"

Reach it?

…

Restrain the fart! Restrain!

Ziobai hoped that Qi Yiliao could shorten the time and reduce the frequency of dealing with him.

Qi Yiluo didn't agree, because he couldn't do what he promised, so he simply refused to promise. After all, at his age, he should be an example and guide for his lover, and he cannot renege on his word and lose weight.

The two had a moderate quarrel for this.

The result of that time was that Zia Bai moved to his room on the first floor, and Qi Yiliao was going on a business trip.

and then,

Then early in the morning, the bodyguards saw? Their Master Qi came out of Young Master Bai's room and took Young Master Bai on a business trip.

Zibazania was too busy, so he didn't spend much time on English. It was Qi Yiliao who found him English books on medicine and taught him affixes.

If the ruler is not enough, then Qi Yiliao will do it himself.

Ziobai often punches in the study plan in Moments. Zhang Zhen, Jiang Yan and others all ask? Do you regret studying medicine after passing him, and he says no.

Because he's only a **** freshman, last semester! If you regret it in your freshman year, how will you live the remaining years?

Zibazania's daily routine is to preview textbooks, memorize them by rote, and gnaw on authoritative atlases. He doesn't eat when he arrives in the experimental class, because eating makes him lazy and affects his concentration. He would put all his energy into reading the general structure of the teacher's diary, and when he came back, he would look at himself in the mirror, even when Qi Yiliao was taking a shower, he would stand by the side.

How long Qi Yiliao takes a bath depends on how long it takes to find the part you want, so write it down.

Ziobai remembered and threw Qi Yiliao, who was holding his hands high, in the bathroom, ran out in a hurry, took a pen and drew on the paper.

There was the sound of water in the bathroom again, cold water.

Lanmo Mansion ushered in the end of this year with ease.

The two masters are already married, and the topics of the bodyguards revolve around "Young Master Bai has an exam today", "Didn't you just finish the exam?", "Another one" and so on. They always feel that Young Master Bai is either taking the exam or going to the exam. on the way.

They were worried about his baldness, and noticed changes in his hairline as soon as they saw him. Chefs have also worked hard and studied various medicinal diets.

Zizania zizania's current hair volume is still strong, and it's hard to say in the future.

In the office on the fifth floor, Qi Yiliao was busy with business at one end of the desk, and Zibai was watching the video lecture ppt at the other end. Occasionally, he touched the fork in the fruit plate, forked a piece of fruit and ate it, what did the fork get? Just eat what you want, don't pick.

Qi Yiliao finished his official duties, and Ziabai was still watching the video.

There are only two people in the huge study room, but it is not deserted. Qi Yiliao closed his laptop, squeezed his sore shoulders, walked over, bent down to sniff the young man's hair: "The charity dinner at the end of the year, will you accompany your uncle?"

Zibazania uses one mind and two minds, watching the video recalling what he had memorized during the day, and thoughts appeared between his lips and teeth, mixed with a scent of sweetness.

With her face pinched, Zaobai turned her head, slurring her teeth, "What are you doing?"

Qi Yiliao's fingertips pressed against his lips, slowly rubbing: "Uncle is talking to you."

Ziobai signaled Qi Yiliao to repeat with his eyes.

Qi Yiluo didn't repeat himself, he just stroked the young man's fair and smooth neck, his fingertips sticking to the youthful enthusiasm of life, and sighed: "Xiao Bai, do you feel that your world is getting bigger and bigger, uncle's The world is getting smaller?."

Ziao Bai thought or didn't want to? He said, "My world is yours, isn't it?"

Qi Yiliao was taken aback.

"yes?"

He straightened up, as if he wanted to tighten his face, but couldn't help but bend his back even more, staring at the person on the chair with burning eyes, and chuckled for a while: "You think so."

Ziaoba shook his head in his heart, no matter how successful an entrepreneur is, he has only one heart. When you get older, you will be more or less worried about gains and losses.

What else can I do with the old man I chose.

Zibania turned off the unfinished video, stepped on the carpet with his socks-wearing feet, raised his face, smiled confidently and brightly: "Well, that's what I thought?"

The next sentence is, "Don't worry, I will take care of you when you get old."

Qi Yiliao: "..."

"Aren't you very touched?" Ziao Bai leaned over, but was blocked by a palm, he grabbed that hand and took a bite.

"Yes, uncle was so moved that he cried." Qi Yiliao whispered in his ear, "Touch it."

Ziao Bai rolled his eyes: "Don't touch it."

"Hey, touch me? Touch uncle." Qi Yiliao coaxed, frowning helplessly.