I go north, you go south

Mo Ziwen's words are still good, and Comrade Xu Xiaohuan can add a point.

"Just this afternoon."

Ling Bei also quickly gave the answer: "This matter should be done sooner rather than later."

"After get off work, I will ask Ren Qin to pick up Shushu. Then I will tell her that I have something to do today. I will go back later and let her wait for me at home."

Ling Bei directly arranged everything for the evening.

"to make."

Mo Ziwen snapped his fingers conveniently, but suddenly figured out something wrong with Ling Bei's words: "Wait, brother. What do you mean 'waiting for you at home'?"

His eyes widened directly: "You are living together!?"

Ling Bei stood up and walked in the direction of the desk, avoiding Mo Ziwen's leaning body.The eyes looking at him gradually became like looking at the mentally handicapped.

"A fuss."

Ling Bei sat on the office chair behind the desk, no longer paying attention to Mo Ziwen's state, but gave a final order without raising his head: "You can pick up Xu Huan after get off work this afternoon. I have something to do, maybe You have to go out in advance. You don't have to wait for me, just send me the address to meet."

"Brother, where are you going?"

Mo Ziwen didn't know when he went directly to Ling Bei's desk, his eyes were full of gossip flames as if he had discovered a "New World".

His intuition told him that the place Ling Bei said must be related to this shocking gossip.

Ling Bei looked slightly sideways at Mo Ziwen's expression of "not giving up until he reaches the front line of eating melons", and shook his head a little funny: "That's all you want to know?"

Mo Ziwen nodded like pounding garlic.

"Jewelry store." Ling Bei didn't beat around the bush again, and just lowered his head and continued to read the documents in his hand after speaking.

He left Mo Ziwen there as if he had been struck by lightning.

He was silent for a while, and finally asked further cautiously: "When did you prepare?"

"You're not done yet, are you?"

Ling Bei was directly annoyed and laughed: "I won't go back to your marketing department, but here I will be a spy for the paparazzi. Mo Ziwen, are you free?"

"Tch, who cares about you?"

After hearing this, Mo Ziwen was not happy: "If there is no sister-in-law, wouldn't you be a lonely old man? You still hide it."

Mo Ziwen is chattering here, but he doesn't see any intention of leaving.

Ling Bei glanced at Mo Ziwen who was half leaning on the table beside him from the corner of his eye, and just smiled helplessly.

"A diamond ring I designed a long time ago."

In the end, he chose to confess this secret that had been hidden in his heart for many years to his most trusted brother: "It was just that it was not necessary until the day when I reunited with her. Now, the time is just right."

Ling Bei turned the pen in his hand intentionally or unintentionally, and there was a gentle smile on his lips that he couldn't hide.

"But Mo Ziwen, I want to warn you about one thing."

The movements of Ling Bei's hands stopped, and he looked at Mo Ziwen again very seriously: "I told you this time, don't be like last time, and the whole family will know about the trouble again. By the way, Xu Huan I can't even say it."

"Oh, I got it." Mo Ziwen raised his hand, but he didn't take it seriously: "When the time comes when you marry your sister-in-law, you have to know about it. Can you hide it?"

"Don't tell me you are."

Before Ling Bei finished speaking, Mo Ziwen walked out quite contentedly.In the end, I still didn't forget to turn my head and wink at Ling Bei: "I wish you and my sister-in-law a happy marriage for a hundred years in advance, and have a precious son soon."