I go north, you go south

Ling Bei presented the information about Zhang Ziying to Mo Ziwen.

Mo Ziwen touched the tip of his nose with some guilt.

"Hey, it's not what I said. We're already engaged, so be more open-minded." Ling Bei said earnestly and put his arm on his shoulders.

"Brother, this is why your back hurts when you stand and talk." Mo Ziwen said with dissatisfaction: "Then if my sister-in-law has an ex-boyfriend, you are not allowed to reveal all eight generations of that person's ancestors?"

Ling Bei stiffened for a moment, but still retorted unintentionally: "Your sister-in-law doesn't."

His mind suddenly flashed back to the conversation he heard between Nan Zishu and Xu Huan in the hospital corridor before he and Nan Zishu received their certificates.

Ling Bei would never forget why he was anxious for Huo Liao and Nan Zishu to get their certificates.

Only by making her his true wife can she never leave him again.

Mo Ziwen obviously noticed Ling Bei's discomfort.

So he immediately provoked me desperately: "Oh? You are so sure, maybe you don't know about Bai Yueguang's boyfriend."

Sure enough, Ling Bei immediately went berserk and pretended to hit him: "Mo Ziwen, your skin is itchy, right?!"

Nan Zishu, who was pulling Xu Huan over, happened to see this scene.

"Hey, hey, why are you still taking action?"

Nan Zishu immediately pulled Mo Ziwen behind him and raised his chin towards her husband: "Ling Bei, is there anything important that deserves your action?"

"How come I didn't realize you were violent before?"

"Sister-in-law, save me!"

Mo Ziwen shouted from behind quite cooperatively, but Xu Huan next to him swung his eyes to pieces and silenced him.

"Shu Shu, he deserves a beating. A few more slaps would be good."

...The lineups of the two sides gradually became weird.

Just when the four people were involved in a strange confrontation, Fang Jiaming, as the only elder, finally stood up and broke the silence.

"What are you four doing here, are you not going to eat?"

Fang Jiaming came over with her mobile phone. She had just received a call from Fang Jiayu and asked if Mo Ziwen had received them.

Fang Jiayu and Mo Hongchang had already arranged a reception banquet, and were waiting for Mo Ziwen to pick them up.

Obviously Fang Jiayu still doesn't have a correct understanding of her neurotic son after so many years.

"Oh, yes, my mother asked me to call her as soon as I receive you, so that we can start preparing for the banquet over there."

With that said, Mo Ziwen took out his cell phone and planned to call his mother.

"Okay, okay." Fang Jiaming rarely frowned at his nephew, who was always partial to him. "When you remember, tell your parents that the day lilies are cold."

"I just told them that it will take more than half an hour to get here, so hurry up and don't wait any longer."

……

Half an hour later, Anyao Manor.

"Xiaowen, this private estate that your father built himself is really good."

As soon as Fang Jiaming stepped into this elegant Chinese-style manor, he couldn't help but admire: "They are leisurely and enjoy life every day."

"Hey, my parents, you don't know yet." Mo Ziwen raised his hand, quite surprised: "If you don't know anything else, how can you be happy?"

"What? Do you mean to say that we have treated you badly since you were a child?"

Passing through the arch, they saw Fang Jiayu and Mo Hongchang walking out of the bamboo house hidden in the bamboo forest.

Fang Jiayu walked straight towards Nan Zishu: "Why has Shu Shu lost so much weight?!"