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Modern people's living standards have improved, and they have begun to pay attention to an orthodoxy regardless of the cost of food and clothing. As a century-old restaurant, Stew Cuilou has become more and more popular with people for its meticulous attention to detail, and its business has also increased. Now it has developed to If you don't book a table at night, there will be no seats.

Song Wenyuan and Kang Tianzhen walked through the crowd, walked up to the third floor, and passed by a private room. Song Wenyuan's footsteps suddenly stopped, and Kang Tianzhen turned his head, "What's wrong?"

Song Wenyuan said lightly, "Huang Xingyun is here."

Kang Tianzhen heard the words, looked into the private room, and found that the door was closed tightly, and the pleated curtains on the windows were also drawn down, so he couldn't see what was going on inside, and could only faintly hear Huang Xingyun's laughter.

He said secretly, "Next time, let Shi Taigong install a camera in the private room."

Song Wenyuan laughed, "The Ten Grand Dukes will beat you up."

Walking into the reserved private room, the figures of Hong Yang and Jiang Biying who were leaning together immediately separated, and with their toes, they could think of what shameless things they were doing before.

Kang Tianzhen sat next to Jiang Biying carelessly, "Hey hey hey, brother Hong Yang said he has good news to announce, what news?"

"Guess?" Jiang Biying glanced at him and gave him a good face for the first time, with smiles in the corners of her beautiful eyes.

"Brother Hong Yang successfully proposed to you?"

A trace of embarrassment slipped across Jiang Biying's face, and she provocatively said, "Are you envious?"

"What are you envious of? I don't like Brother Hong Yang," Kang Tianzhen said, picked up the chopsticks, picked up a lotus root clip, and bit into it crisply, "Hey, Song Wenyuan, this lotus root clip is delicious, try it, Dip in this sauce."

Song Wenyuan smiled and took a bite of the lotus root clip he fed, "Actually, I'm a little envious. At least you are legally married and have legal protection."

"Hey, isn't it just a piece of paper?" Hong Yang said with a smile, "It's just a symbolic meaning. As long as the relationship exists, the marriage will remain unchanged."

Kang Tianzhen nodded in agreement, "That is, if you can't even bind your feelings, that piece of paper is even more useless. Are there still fewer people getting married and divorced now?"

"Don't be crowed!" Jiang Biying was annoyed.

"Hey," Kang Tianzhen sneered, and poured her a glass of wine, "I can't spit out ivory, but my lady sister has a lot, so don't bother with me."

Jiang Biying snorted lightly and didn't drink.

The smile on Kang Tianzhen's face collapsed, "It's so shameless, let's have a drink."

"She can't drink," Hong Yang took away the wine glass in front of Biying, "I'll drink this wine, come on, Xiao Zhenzhen, let's go together."

Kang Tianzhen was puzzled, "Didn't you drink it last time?"

"Ahaha, what about this... girl... um... drink less..." Hong Yang smiled heartily to perfuse him, Kang Tianzhen looked at Jiang Biying blankly, and found that her cheeks were flushed and she looked like the big girl next door. Like my sister, she felt more ashamed, and she was no longer noble and glamorous as before.

Song Wenyuan lowered his head and smiled without pointing out.

Kang Tianzhen was at a loss, feeling as if the whole world knew something, but kept it from himself, and murmured, "What is it that makes it so mysterious..."

Song Wenyuan picked up a small seed black for him, "Eat it, this tastes good."

"..." Kang Tianzhen gave him a resentful look, and reluctantly ate Ziwu.

Hong Yang laughed, put his arms around Jiang Biying's shoulders, and said with a smile, "Biying is pregnant."

"!!!" Kang Tianzhen gasped, "cough cough cough..."

Song Wenyuan patted him on the back quickly, and poured him a cup of herbal tea, "How is it? Are you feeling better?"

"Okay," Kang Tianzhen was so choked that his voice was hoarse, his face was flushed and he raised his face, his eyes were full of sparkling surprises, "Nvvnv...goddess?"

Jiang Biying nodded, "It's been three weeks."

"Oh my God!" Kang Tianzhen yelled, his eyes rolled down, and he stared at her flat belly, "Here...is there a baby already? That...that...can I touch it?"

Seeing him rubbing his hands with excitement, Jiang Biying puffed out her stomach generously, "Touch it."

"...It's not very good. Whether men and women can kiss each other or not," Kang Tianzhen was about to move, but still looked at Hong Yang nervously, thinking that I'm going to touch your wife. When you agree, one, two, three... oh yeah!

As he spoke, he stretched out his hand to lightly press Jiang Biying's stomach with an intoxicated expression on his face. Half a minute later, he raised his head blankly and stared at Jiang Biying.

"What are you looking at?" Jiang Biying asked fiercely.

Kang Tianzhen's whole face wrinkled, "I didn't touch anything."

Hong Yang laughed.

Song Wenyuan smiled and fished Kang Tianzhen over, "It's only been three weeks, how can I touch it?"

"You guys are kidding me!" Kang Tianzhen complained.

Jiang Biying snorted, "You wanted to touch it yourself, you can't blame others."

Kang Tianzhen flattened her mouth and buried her head in her meal in depression. After a few minutes, she suddenly raised her head, her eyes curled up flatteringly, "Can I be a godfather to my child?"

"Are you kidding me?" Hong Yang shouted.

"!!!" Kang Tianzhen was surprised, "Why not?"

"Because godfather is me," Song Wenyuan said with a smile, "you can only be godmother."

"roll!!!"

The four of them ate and drank, Hong Yang had a great harvest of love, and the spring breeze was so triumphant that he almost lost his shape, and Song Wenyuan exchanged cups and drank cup after cup.

During the period when Jiang Biying went to the bathroom, Song Wenyuan pressed Hong Yang's wine glass, "Biying is Mr. Jiang's favorite jewel, will he be willing to marry his daughter to you?"

Hong Yang drunkenly pushed his hand away, "So what if he doesn't want to? His daughter has already been killed by me, so he has to be willing if he doesn't want to!"

Kang Tianzhen asked, "Then Uncle Jiang has agreed to your marriage?"

"I agree with you. I came to visit last week, and the old man directly scolded me for marrying his daughter and wanting to save 30 years of hard work," Hong Yang snorted coldly, his drunken eyes were bloodshot, making his whole face look a bit sinister , sneered, "Just wait and see, now he's scolding me, after two months, he won't be able to hide it anymore, he has to come and kneel and beg me to marry his precious girl."

Kang Tianzhen frowned.

The gloom flashed across Hong Yang's face, he laughed boldly and raised his glass, "Don't mention the unhappy ones, come on, Wen Yuan, let's toast, you marry Xiao Tianzhen, I marry Jiang Biying, we are a match made in heaven , God help me too!"

After eating and drinking, they came out of the private room, and the four of them walked out of the cooking building shoulder to shoulder. A few luxury cars drove slowly at the door, and a large group of people came out of the restaurant. Kang Tianzhen had sharp eyes and could see Huang Xingyun's gray hair at a glance. Pulling Song Wenyuan's sleeve, "Look quickly."

Song Wenyuan turned his head and saw a large group of bodyguards surrounded Huang Xingyun and a man wearing a hat, walking to the side of the car, the driver opened the door, Huang Xingyun graciously helped the man to sit in.

"I seem to have seen this hat-wearing man..." Kang Tianzhen whispered, "What does it have to do with Huang Laowei? Is he a boss?"

Song Wenyuan frowned, "Last time at the gate of Faru Temple, it seems that this person is also very old. Why do you keep covering your face with a hat?"

There were people coming and going at the gate of the stewed building, Huang Xingyun obviously didn't see them, and got into the car, and the luxury car started slowly.

Kang Tianzhen stared at the car closely, thinking about where it was.

The car drove past, and the light from the cooking building was projected into the car window, illuminating the snow-white curly hair exposed under the hat and the characteristic deep eyes and high nose of Westerners...

He grabbed Song Wenyuan's arm suddenly and growled, "Ken Bard! Song Wenyuan, that's Ken Bard!!!"