After the rebirth, the boss mommy's vest fell off

"Speaking of which, the old man may be really dangerous this time. Zhou Jinghuai told me that he has been in a coma. Now that he has been in a coma for so long at this age, it may be more or less ominous..."

Shen Zhiyi thought that Yan Mingyu's next sentence would be to prepare for the funeral.

Unexpectedly, she changed the topic: "So, when are you and Uncle Zhou going to put it on the agenda?"

When Mrs. Yan heard this, she almost choked on her saliva.

She glared at Yan Mingyu with a blushing face, "I've said it all, you and Uncle Zhou are just friends, there is no other relationship other than that."

"It's you, you're not young anymore. Don't hang on to Xiao Zhou all the time. That child is devoted to you, but you keep him out of the door again and again. It's so pitiful. I feel distressed when I see it."

"Now we're talking about you, what are you talking about?" Yan Mingyu played Tai Chi with Mrs. Yan, "You say Zhou Jinghuai is pitiful, but I still feel pitiful for Uncle Zhou, who is obviously your idol, and I can't take you down for such a long time. He must suspect that he is not attractive enough."

"Whether you take it or not... Yan Mingyu, I think you are almost recovered from your illness, and you will make fun of your mother, right?"

"I'm telling the truth." Yan Mingyu raised his eyebrows, "Besides, our affairs are of the same nature, but you are older than me, and you need to pursue your happiness more quickly... Hey, don't twist my ears, you know I'm still looking at it!"

"Look what's going on, just let your younger siblings see how unreliable you are..."

Seeing the two laughing and fighting, Shen Zhiyi couldn't help raising the corners of his mouth, feeling happier than ever.

She hadn't seen such a genuine smile on the faces of Madam Yan and Yan Mingyu for a long time.

If possible, she really hoped that time could stay at this moment longer.

Let her remember this long-lost, carefree feeling.

After a long time, Yan Mingyu sat on the bed panting and covered her ears, "Okay, okay, stop making trouble, I won't talk anymore..."

Mrs. Yan straightened her messy hair, and just breathed a sigh of relief when she heard Yan Mingyu say:

"You old people are willing to engage in ambiguity, so do it for a while longer, I support you!"

"Hey, you girl..."

Worried that the two would fight again, Shen Zhiyi quickly said: "In my opinion, you and Mingyu might as well choose a date and hold the wedding at the same time, that would be double happiness."

"The Yan family hasn't had a happy event for a long time, maybe once you two get married, the luck of our whole family will improve?"

Madam Yan and Yan Mingyu both looked at Shen Zhiyi, and couldn't help but think in their hearts, Shen Zhiyi really deserves to be the one who brought both of them up with a single sentence, and even brought a wave of "moral kidnapping" by the way.

Everyone knows that the most important thing for the Yan family now is to find the missing Yang Yang.

What Shen Zhiyi meant was that if they were overjoyed, maybe Yang Yang would find it?

Just as he was thinking, a doorbell rang in his ear.

The three looked at each other.

"Have you dated yet?"

"Nope, what about you?"

"I do not have either."

Now this "Youranli" villa has become a "secret dating base" for three women.

Except for Shen Zhiyi, almost no one came over.

"It's strange, I'll go take a look." Yan Mingyu got up, walked through the living room to the entrance, and opened the door.

Seeing the two people standing outside the door, he immediately froze in place.

"Why, don't you welcome us?" Zhou Jinghuai was wearing a decent suit, holding a large bouquet of lilies in his hand, and smiled slightly at Yan Mingyu.

And behind him stood Zhou Changqing who was also in a suit and leather shoes, holding a large bouquet of roses.

"Huan... welcome, of course you are welcome." Yan Mingyu opened the door to the maximum, "Uncle Zhou, please come in quickly."

Zhou Jinghuai: "?"

What do you mean, deliberately ignoring him?

Seeing Zhou Jinghuai standing still, the corner of Yan Mingyu's mouth twitched, biting his back molars and said: "Master Zhou, please come in too."

Only then was Zhou Jinghuai satisfied, and walked in.

When Shen Zhiyi and Madam Yan came down from the stairs, they opened their eyes wide in surprise when they saw Zhou Jinghuai and Zhou Changqing's outfits.

what's the situation?

The two of them heard her voice and came to propose marriage?

Shen Zhiyi couldn't help thinking about it.

But soon, this ridiculous idea was dismissed.

Zhou Jinghuai is such a stable person, he can't do such an abrupt thing.

What's more, his relationship with Yan Mingyu really hasn't reached that point yet...

Just as he was thinking about it, Zhou Changqing said in a deep voice, "Today is Wine Valentine's Day in Country F. I discussed it with Jing Huai and decided to take this opportunity to come here with the two of you..."

Spotting Shen Zhiyi from the corner of the eye, he quickly corrected him: "Have a few drinks with the three of you."

Shen Zhiyi: "..."

She should be in the car, not here.

"That..." Shen Zhiyi said weakly, "I suddenly remembered that there are still some things I haven't dealt with, so I just..."

"Don't leave!" Yan Mingyu grabbed her wrist, "We're not a couple yet, don't feel like we're a light bulb."

"..."

Shen Zhiyi raised a wry smile, thinking, what is "feeling", is it obviously good?

Like the relationship between the four of them, they can still be called "friends" in the conservative Huaguo.

Put it in other countries, maybe the children will come out in a few days.

After being persuaded by Yan Mingyu's "kindness" to stay, Shen Zhiyi finally stayed.

But she really couldn't sit between the four of them with peace of mind and be corroded by the sour smell.

So she offered to bake a cake for everyone to add to the fun.

"Red wine and cake are perfect. Let's talk first, and I'll come back as soon as I go."

Shen Zhiyi went there for an hour.

When the cake was baked and there was no reason to work in the kitchen, Zhou Jinghuai walked in.

"Zhiyi, do you need help?"

"No need." Shen Zhiyi smiled, "Why are you here, aren't you going to accompany Mingyu?"

Zhou Jinghuai leaned on the island platform, pursed his lips slightly, as if he was thinking about something.

After a long time, he pushed the glasses on the bridge of his nose and asked Shen Zhiyi, "What do you think of me?"

Upon hearing this, Shen Zhiyi cast a strange look at Zhou Jinghuai, "What's going on, you're starting to doubt yourself?"

Zhou Jinghuai was noncommittal, and sighed imperceptibly.

"It's been two years, even a rock has been covered in heat."

The man tapped lightly on the bright table with his slender, fair fingers, his expression thoughtful.

"Mingyu's illness has been brought under control. In theory, this excuse can no longer be used to prevaricate me."

"But she still chooses to keep a distance from me."

"So I was wondering, what the hell is going wrong?"