certainly! Don’t even know whose hand it is from! Sheng Yiman pouted and said arrogantly.
Meng Chengmao saw her eyes deepening, her eyes flashing with emotions he didn't know, and he couldn't help but smile wider when he looked at her arrogance.
what do you want? Meng Chengmao said.
What? Sheng Yiman couldn't understand what he was talking about.
You gave me a scarf, I should give you something too, Meng Chengmao touched her head and said.
Can you wait until I think of this before telling you? Sheng Yiman said, because she really can't think of what she wants now, and she doesn't lack anything.
Meng Chengmao said: Of course, whenever you think of it, just tell me and I will help you do it.
Is this a promise? Sheng Yiman tilted his head and asked.
Meng Chengmao didn't know why she was so persistent about this. He lowered his head and smiled, nodded, and said: Yes.
The two of them sat in the car for a long time before the car drove away.
The car drove to a remote restaurant. There were two lions standing outside the door, looking very majestic. Meng Chengmao took her hand and walked in. The inside was different from the restaurants Sheng Yiman had seen before. The restaurant is more like a private restaurant. It is divided into a front yard and a backyard. There are two tall and dense sycamore trees in the front yard, because it is the time of autumn, and the golden leaves on the sycamore trees look like they have fallen in. caught in a blazing fire.
Walking into the backyard is completely opposite to the front yard. Everything inside reveals elegance and mystery. The decoration inside is completely Chinese style, looking simple yet solemn.
Sheng Yiman didn't know why he brought her here to eat, and cast a questioning look at him, but Meng Chengmao just looked indifferent, as if this was just an ordinary private restaurant, so Sheng Yiman could only give up. .
At this time, a man came over, walked respectfully to Yu Chengmao and shouted: Master.
Sheng Yiman couldn't believe that this private restaurant actually belonged to him. He held his breath and didn't dare to move. He looked at Men Chengmao, waiting for Men Chengmao's reaction.
I saw Meng Chengmao looking calm and calling out: "Wu Ma, you are the same as before."
After saying that, he took Sheng Yiman and sat down.
Meng Chengmao was pouring tea by himself. Sheng Yiman had been looking at the courtyard with curiosity since he entered it.
Are you still involved in restaurants? Sheng Yiman asked.
This is my mother's courtyard. I usually only come here to eat and not stay too much. The person who just took care of my mother was the one who used to take care of my mother. Meng Chengmao explained while pouring her tea.
It's true that this is just a place where he eats, Sheng Yiman understands.
Sheng Yiman wanted to hear him say something about his mother, but no, Meng Chengmao didn't say any more.
After dinner, Meng Chengmao sent her home and then took out his cell phone that was vibrating in his pocket. When he saw the sign of someone coming, he hung up.
Text message on mobile phone: Come back early to discuss the engagement.
In the evening, the car returned to the compound and walked into the hall, which was very lively.
The groom's officer is back. Everyone joked.
Why did you come back now? Didn't I tell you that I would come back early? It's so embarrassing to have Uncle Song, Jinglei and so many people waiting for you, Meng Zhengwu said dissatisfied.
Chengmao was busy, so he understood. Song Guopei on the side hurriedly smoothed things over.
Meng Chengmao said hello to everyone. At this time, Song Jinglei stood up and walked to Meng Chengmao's side, holding his arm affectionately. The two stood together, and the parents of both parties were very satisfied.
Jinglei is becoming more and more graceful. The two of them look really good-looking when they stand together. They are very suitable, the old lady said.
Yes, they were a perfect match, just as they said. Meng Chengmao looked down at the hand holding his arm, and even though he frowned, he didn't push it away.
Song Jinglei pulled Meng Chengmao to the side and sat down, listening to the discussions between the two parents.
From my current point of view, let’s get engaged first. It’s not too late. Brother Song, what do you think? Meng Zhengwu said.
Song Guopei glanced at Meng Chengmao and said: Do you want to ask the child's opinion? For a moment, the originally bustling hall became quiet. Everyone held their breath and looked at Meng Chengmao.
You are still young, what do you know? Meng Zhengwu interrupted, and then the discussion returned to a lively discussion. Asking for opinions was just a talk.
They were the ones who said the big one just now, and they were the ones who said the little one. They let them say everything. Meng Chengmao curled up the corner of his mouth, as if he was mocking, why did you ask him to come back? Wouldn't it be better to wait until you enter the bridal chamber to call him, and save everything now?
It's unnecessary.
In the end, it was decided that the engagement would be held on the ninth day of this month. It was said to have a good meaning and would last forever. Yuchengmao lowered his eyes and silently recited this word in his heart: forever.
The two families had dinner at home, laughing and joking. Only Meng Chengmao couldn't tell what kind of mood he was in. He said yes, but he never said anything, and there was no smile on his face. He said no, but he was sitting there. There was also his fiancée sitting next to him, maybe only the person involved knew that.
People were leaving, and the servant was collecting the leftovers with his head down. Only Meng Chengmao was sitting alone at the dining table with scarlet eyes, drinking wine.
Upstairs, Sister Fang was massaging the old lady and said: The young master is still drinking wine down there.
Drink it, let him drink it if he wants to. The old lady closed her eyes and fell asleep.
It hurts your body, Sister Fang said worriedly.
