Are you in love, my white moonlight

"It actually came out?" Yuan Deng asked in surprise.

He was young, and he was busy with business competitions before, and all matters related to the marriage were handed over to the elders. He only vaguely heard that they had selected a well-known planner in the industry and had to wait for a long time.

"Add money." Yong Jipu turned the steering wheel and said, "The plan has been typed out, and it will be put in the small bag under the co-pilot. You can see which plan you like."

Following Yongjipu's instructions, Yuan Deng took out a thick planning book from his bag, which was exquisitely bound. When he opened the title page, their two names were pasted together on the dark pattern of the word "囍". Features a pattern of roses.

Yuan Deng fixedly looked at the two names next to each other, and slowly stroked the dark lines of the word "囍" with his fingers.

"What's the matter? Don't you like it?" Yongjipu noticed that Yuandeng hadn't moved for a long time.

Yuan Deng came back to his senses: "No. I haven't started reading it yet." He turned a page and began to read the plan carefully.

As expected of a high price for this plan, the designer gave three different design proposals, each of which was done in detail, taking into account all aspects, from unique and customized patterns to various angles The scene renderings are extremely detailed.

Every plan is so good, I can't choose.

"...Which one do you like?" Yuan Deng raised his head and asked.

Yongjipu: "I can do either, we will choose whichever you like."

Hearing this, Yuan Deng frowned and said, "But isn't this our wedding?"

Probably because the tone of this sentence was cold, Yongjipu sensed Yuandeng's displeasure, and he slowed down his voice and explained: "I have seen the plan before, and I like all these plans. Very satisfied. Since I have no problem here, it mainly depends on your preference."

Yuan Deng closed the plan: "I can't choose either."

Yongjipu glanced at Yuandeng, and suddenly asked, "Did something happen to you today?"

Yuan Deng: "...why do you suddenly ask this?"

Yongjipu: "It feels like you're in a bad mood."

"..."

Yuan Deng was silent for a moment, then said: "This is not the topic we started with."

Yongjipu nodded, went back to the original question, and suggested: "Then let's discuss it with the elders after we go home?"

Yuan Deng turned on the phone screen and looked at the time: "But it's too early, my parents are definitely not at home."

"come to my home."

Yongjipu turned the steering wheel, the headlights illuminated the road ahead, bypassed the winding mountain road, and a corner of the Yong family mansion appeared in their field of vision, brightly lit.

The car drove into the mansion, stopped in the garage, and turned off the engine.Yongjipu unbuckled his seat belt, put his hands on the steering wheel, and sat quietly, looking like he had no intention of getting out of the car.

"Aren't we leaving?" Yuan Deng asked.

Yongjipu pursed his lips and remained silent, as if he was caught in a certain emotion. After a long time, he replied: "Let's go."

Yuan Deng looked at his expression: "What's wrong with you?"

Yongjipu smiled at him and said, "It's all right."

Yuan Deng's suspicious eyes glanced at the corners of his mouth that was bent and flattened for a moment, doubts arose in his heart, but he wisely didn't ask - it's useless to ask, my brother would never say things he didn't want to say, since he was a child in this way.

"Are the uncle and aunt at home now?"

Yongjipu gave a "hmm" and said, "We have a guest today."

Yuan Deng followed Yongjipu into the house, and before reaching the main hall, he heard hearty laughter coming from inside, and then a tall man appeared by the door, he greeted him with open arms, and greeted him with a smile on his face. Embrace Yongjipu.

"I just said that Ji Pu is coming back!"

"Uncle." Yong Jipu hugged him back, with a friendly smile on his face, "I finally see you again."

The man's eyes turned to Yuan Deng: "This is a small lamp, right? You have grown so big in a blink of an eye. I remember your appearance when you were a child. You always liked to run here. At that time, I was still holding a lollipop. Coaxed you."

Caught off guard that something about his childhood was mentioned, Yuan Deng touched his nose and said hello unnaturally: "Hello, Uncle Yong."

With a cigar between their fingers, Yong and Jie narrowed their eyes with a smile: "It's time to change my tune soon, and I'm going to call me uncle with Ji Pu, don't you think so?"

Ah this...

Yuan Deng looked at Yongjipu as if asking for help, and Yongjipu's hand hanging by his side was close to his fingertips.

Yongjipu took over the conversation naturally, and said, "Uncle is right."

"Okay, you guys are thin-skinned, I won't tease you anymore." Yong and Jie took a sharp puff on their cigars, turned around and walked into the house, "Come to the dining room, it's time to eat."

While walking, the smoke he exhaled was driven to float backwards, Yuan Deng was caught off guard by inhaling a puff of smoke and was choked.

"Are you okay?" Seeing this, Yong Jipu quickly patted him on the back.

Yuan Deng barely suppressed the strangeness, and said, "It's okay."

"Sorry." Yongjipu put his hand on Yuandeng's back, bringing warmth, and he whispered, "Hold on." His voice was extremely low, like a chaotic murmur pressed in his throat .

"Let's go eat first."

When the two of them went to the dining room, Yong's father, Yong's mother, Yong and Jie were already sitting at the dining table, and there were still two vacant seats.

"Sit down and eat." Mother Yong greeted them.

Today is the Yong family's family banquet, and the table is full of exquisite but warm home-cooked dishes.After seeing the two of them seated, Mother Yong turned around and asked Yuan Deng with a smile: "Xiao Deng, do you have anything to drink?"

"Americano?" Yong and Jie interrupted suddenly.

Yongjipu cut off the conversation: "Let's just boil water. Xiaodeng doesn't drink Americano coffee."

"Oh yes yes yes, I'm sorry, I remembered it wrong." Yong Hejie patted his forehead and said, he raised the wine glass in his hand with a look of regret, "I'll punish myself with a drink, Xiao Deng, you don't mind."

"It's okay." Yuan Deng waved his hands again and again.

"Uncle, let's eat vegetables." Yongjipu glanced at him calmly, got up and picked up a chopsticks of pickled vegetables and meat with serving chopsticks, and put them in Yonghejie's bowl. Ren Zhiguang, "The new cook at home tastes very good, this kind of dish is the most delicious."

Holding up his chopsticks, Yuan Deng watched Yongjipu enthusiastically pick up food for Yong and Jie throughout the meal, and felt a little dazed—when did my brother become so hospitable?

During the dinner, the elders of the Yong family were talking about the company's affairs. Their attitude was very natural, and they did not avoid Yuan Deng at all.

Seeing this, Yongjipu wiped the corners of his mouth with a napkin, got up and said, "I'm full too, Xiaodeng and I have something to do, you guys eat slowly."

Yuan Deng looked at him, and hooked Yongjipu's finger under the table, but he held it with his backhand and wrapped it in his palm.

Seeing this, Mother Yong didn't leave them behind, she just smiled and said, "Okay, then go and do your own work first."

After leaving the dining room, the two went straight back to Yongjipu's room.Seeing that there was no one around, Yuan Deng finally couldn't bear to ask Yong Jipu: "Brother, when did you become so keen on serving food for others?"

Yongjipu's expression froze for a few seconds, and then he said meaningfully: "...From the perspective of education, the two most important functions of the mouth cannot be shared."

Seeing him, Yuan Deng's eyes suddenly became subtle.

"Cough, it's done." Yongjipu turned around and spread the planning book on the table, and changed the topic uncomfortably, "Well, which planning plan should we choose?"

"I haven't thought about it, which one do you think is better?"

Yuan Deng leaned over to look at it together, resting his chin on Yongjipu's shoulder.His breath hit Yongjipu's neck, warm and itchy.

Yongjipu tilted his head slightly, and found that Yuandeng's cheek was very close to him, and his slightly long hair was already on his chin, slightly spiky but soft.

And Yuan Deng was looking down at the planning book, the warm light fell on his face, carefully brushing a layer of warm glaze on him, blending with his own cold and white complexion, it was more for people to imagine The affluence is like the Son of God in a shrine being overturned, falling from the altar, and rubbed into the flesh and blood of mortals.

"What's the matter?" Seeing that Yongjipu's hand turning the page stopped, Yuan Deng stood up and asked, just when he raised his eyes, Yongjipu pinched his chin unexpectedly.

Yongjipu's thumb brushed against his lips, slowly and carefully.

Yuan Deng's eyes widened slightly, seeing Yongjipu's usually calm and calm eyes sinking, calm but also undercurrent.

"...What, why?"

After Yuan Deng moved, Yong Jipu grabbed his hand and imprisoned him in front of his chest.

"do not move."

His usually deep voice was suppressed even lower at this moment, rustling, stirring Yuan Deng's heartbeat all the way warming up.After finishing speaking, he raised Yuan Deng's chin, turned his head slightly, and pressed down on him.

Yuan Deng obediently half closed his eyes.

But at this moment, the sharp cell phone ringtone suddenly rang!

The two people who had just approached were startled by the sound and quickly bounced away. Yong Jipu looked a little uncomfortable. He rubbed the back of his neck and pointed to the mobile phone that was placed aside: "Cough, answer the phone first." .”

Yuan Deng rubbed his hair annoyedly, grabbed the phone, and couldn't help cursing in a low voice.

"Hey?"

Qiao Mingxuan's anxious voice broke into his ears: "Where are you, Yuan Deng! Why didn't we reply to the messages we sent you? Go and check the school's forum now, you have been hung up, and the posts are all hot!"

The author has something to say:

Ah ah ah ah ah!Jeep finally took the initiative, not easy!

tips:

前面写过，助理也问过灯崽要不要美式。感谢在2021-07-1118:26:30~2021-07-1402:21:04期间为我投出霸王票或灌溉营养液的小天使哦~

Thanks to the little angel who threw the landmine: taro roll, 1 Civil Affairs Bureau;

Thanks to the little angel of irrigation nutrient solution: 1 bottle of Snow Walker;

Thank you very much for your support, I will continue to work hard!