Another strong wind hit, and the umbrella placed at the door was blown around by the strong wind. Ke Mian quickly ran out and reached out to grab the umbrella. As a result, the sleeve on his knee fell into the snow. Ming Yao quickly reached out to help. Although his clothes and face were covered with mud spots, he still held on. A decent smile. On the other hand, Yu Cheng, the pampered young man, sat alone at the dining table from beginning to end, motionless and unblinking, as if he was in a daze.
Amid the roar of a dry wood fire, most of the originally cool late night passed unknowingly, and the temperature in the room gradually became hotter.
"I have just thought about it seriously. Even if I officially cut ties with you two today, my opposition will not change." After a long sigh, Yu Cheng muttered and interjected in an adult-like tone. Ke Mian and Ming Yao, who had just experienced a "baptism of snow and rain", had already taken off their muddy coats, threw off their arms again, and lay face down on a pot full of fried goods without saying a word. Made fiercely.
"You object? Objection is invalid! Unless the woman Ming Yao likes is your wife Song Zhuxuan!"
Ke Mian was the first to drop the skewers in his hand. Just by listening to Ke Mian's strange voice, Ming Yao knew that there must be a serious problem here. But he could only pout like a child, waiting for Yu Cheng or Ke Mian to comfort him.
1.30AM
Yue couldn't find her direction in the heavy fog, just like Ke Mian who was at a loss. He looked to the left and saw that this was his uncle Zheng Yucheng, who was stubborn and could not resist disobedience. On the right is his younger brother Zhou Mingyao, who is as sticky as bean paste when he is angry and happy. Ke Mian climbed back and forth until his whole body felt numb and swollen like electricity. In the end, he had no choice but to lower his head in despair, silently begging for the passage of time...
"Ha! As the parties involved, we didn't even say a word. Zheng Yucheng, why do you do this?"
Ming Yao, who has been in the workplace for a long time and has been involved in both sides but also hates being driven by the wind, finally let go of the cruel words he had planned for a long time with his heart and eyes closed. But his angry look was as delicate and lovely as a Kyoto doll, and Pei Kemian couldn't help but be dumbfounded. Yu Cheng's chest was extremely congested. He also struggled to throw away the paper rope just like Ke Mian just did, but before he got really angry, he held his breath and looked at Ming Yao intently.
"Both of you are not allowed to drink from now on!" Ke Mian looked at Yu Cheng carefully, but out of sight, his hand kept holding Ming Yao's cold and twitching fingers.
"I mean Yucheng! What's happened to you recently? You're so angry for no reason. I thought about it carefully, our Mingyao probably didn't offend you, right?" Ke Mian stared into Yucheng's eyes, with a helpless expression on his face. He kept saying it, and even added something in her ear with a heartfelt and tearful voice. "Ming Yao is our younger brother after all, and he is at a young age. If you can't, just listen to me."
Yucheng still didn't respond. He just covered half of his face with his palms and breathed quietly and convulsively. After being persuaded by Ke Mian, Ming Yao didn't know what he should do. Especially the way Ke Mian was groveling touched his heart. Ming Yao had to slowly return to his seat, but when he looked at it again When Yu Cheng's face turned green, he was already blushing before he could speak.
After a long time, Ming Yao and Ke Mian sat cross-legged on stools with half of their shoulders open, and ate their favorite grilled eel as a side dish. Yucheng didn't listen to the dissuasion and took a big sip of beer from a big cup.
The moon outside the window overlaps with the fog, and there is no starlight in the dark sky.
Looking out the window, Yucheng's heart was full of reluctance and full of grievances. Especially when he was a little confused, when he heard Ke Mian and Ming Yao laughing and slapping the table on the left and right, he had the illusion that everyone was laughing at him.
