Reborn 1980, Dr. Su became popular in the XNUMXs

That's right, looking at myself, it must be because I forgot to introduce each other to them.

"Lin Yicheng, your uncle's grandson, direct line."

"Gu Feihan, your aunt's youngest son, has two brothers and a sister."

The two men snorted in unison and lightly, which was regarded as saying hello.

Su Xiaoli: "..."

Even the way of greeting is the same, they are indeed a family connected by blood.

Gu Feihan raised his eyebrows.

He didn't even call me "uncle", and I don't know where he came from.

It's hard to say whether he is a descendant of the Lin family. There are no such unruly people in the Lin family.

Ling Yicheng smiled with a hint of disdain in his eyes.

That's all this man is.

However, because he met Su Xiaoli first and was supported and supported since childhood, it was nothing more than that.

"I forgot to introduce you," Gu Feihan spoke first, and he put his arm around Su Xiaoli's shoulders.

"She is your aunt, my fiancée—Su Xiaoli. We will get engaged in a few days. Remember to send the gifts. It doesn't matter whether she comes or not."

Ling Yicheng's eyes darkened.

His eyes seemed to be on fire.

The moisture that finally melted away last night is about to freeze again.

"Uh..." Su Xiaoli felt uncomfortable all over.

I always feel like today’s meeting will fall apart.

She broke free from Gu Feihan's restraint and said, "Today is your family meeting, why are you talking about this?"

Ling Yicheng's heart was already in a storm. Seeing the embarrassment on Su Xiaoli's face, he couldn't help but feel a pinch in his heart. Finally he couldn't bear it anymore.

"I booked a hotel, and we sat down to eat and chat." He looked at Su Xiaoli, his eyes a little gentler.

"I don't have the habit of dining with strangers." Gu Feihan's tone was flat, and there was no hint of emotion or anger.

Su Xiaoli tugged at the hem of his clothes. He was a stranger. You had obviously said hello just now.

"What a coincidence, I don't have this habit either. Su Xiaoli, I'll treat you to dinner." Ling Yicheng's unruly look on his eyes and eyebrows became a bit thicker.

The word "Su Xiaoli" was deliberately emphasized.

"Little aunt"?

Whoever the hell wants to scream.

"Let's go together, let's go together, and we will become familiar with each other as we eat." Su Xiaoli's brain cells were not enough.

You deserve to be impulsive and take on this unfortunate job.

I risked my life to be alienated and disgusted by Goddess Lin Yaru, and I will never cheat on myself again.

upset.

I want to disappear where I am.

The hotel said it was far or close. It would take 20 minutes to walk. Ling Yicheng had no intention of driving there.

He didn't want to see two people sitting in the back seat of the car, holding hands and making love to each other, while Su Xiaoli deliberately tried to make Gu Feihan happy.

And Gu Feihan and he were "strangers", so it was impossible for the two men to sit in front together.

As for letting Su Xiaoli sit in the co-pilot...

Forget it, the passenger seat was uncomfortable and unsafe. Maybe Xiaoli still had the memory of him forcibly dragging her into the passenger seat last time.

Ling Yicheng led the way, and Su Xiaoli had to jog to keep up. Behind him was Gu Feihan, who was keeping an eye on his girl.

The three of them were like silent sandwich cookies.

Everyone had their own thoughts, but no one said the first word.

Su Xiaoli regretted coming here. Ling Yicheng was not as happy as he said last night to have relatives.

Gu Feihan was not in the best condition, ready to welcome this strange relative.

I was really wrong.

Now that things have come to this, we can only bite the bullet and move forward.

After entering the private room, Ling Yicheng pulled out a chair in a gentlemanly manner, looked at Su Xiaoli, and motioned for her to sit down.

Su Xiaoli, who was sweating lightly, was just about to move her legs when a figure passed by behind her. Her long legs took the lead and sat down on the chair.

Su Xiaoli: "...!"

Ling Yicheng: "...!"

Su Xiaoli forced a smile and sat on the other side of Gu Feihan.

Ling Yicheng sneered, stretched out his hand to call the waiter, and asked casually: "What do you want to eat?"

This was obviously meant for Su Xiaoli.

Su Xiaoli opened her mouth, "Anything is fine, I feel like the things made by this store should be pretty good." They smoothed things over as if they were chasing a duck to the shelves.

Ling Yicheng ordered a table of special dishes and just handed the menu back to the waiter when Gu Feihan spoke in a calm tone, "Add fish ball soup. Xiaoli likes fish balls, right?"

Although he was clearly asking Su Xiaoli, he looked at Ling Yicheng coldly.

"Yes, yes, the fish balls in Qingzhou are delicious. I will never forget them after I ate them last time." Su Xiaoli answered quickly.

You, the old man, are the most senior here.

Respect the old and love the young.

Traditional Virtues.

Stand on the moral high ground and be sincere and sincere.

Ling Yicheng remained silent and motioned to the waiter to add a dish of fish ball soup.

There were only three people left in the room, and the awkward silence returned.

Su Xiaoli gritted her teeth and started to complete Ms. Lin Yaru's task.

She tried her best to pick up questions that Ms. Lin wanted to know and that Ling Yicheng could answer easily, and chatted with Ling Yicheng at random.

Ling Yicheng always answered her questions, keeping within the scope of what he could just say.

He naturally understood Su Xiaoli's worries and looked at her with a more cordial look.

Gu Feihan's eyes became colder and colder.

After a long century, the dishes were finally served.

A large basin of fish ball soup was placed in front of Su Xiaoli.

She stood up and filled a bowl.

The first bowl...

The two stared directly at the bowl in her hand.

Su Xiaoli decided... Alas, she couldn't decide.

Oh shit.

After all, she is the “big! contributor!” of this worrisome negotiation between the two parties!

Definitely needs a treat.

And ten thousand points of comfort.

The bowl was placed in front of him.

The second bowl...

Forget it, she filled the third bowl.

The remaining two bowls are placed on the table for whoever likes to drink.

Gu Feihan cherished his chopsticks like gold and did not touch the dishes Ling Yicheng ordered. He only stretched his spoon towards the fish ball soup in front of him.

The man blew on the small fish ball next to his mouth. He was about to put it into his mouth, but suddenly took it back.

The spoon in his hand poked directly at Su Xiaoli's mouth, "Hey, open your mouth, this isn't hot anymore."

Su Xiaoli: "...!!"

Ling Yicheng: "...!!"

"I...I, mine is even colder." Su Xiaoli shivered and plunged her head into the hot bowl in fear.

Where is the face? !

Ling Yicheng's face turned green.

above.

But after a while, he seemed to have figured something out and smiled instead of getting angry.

A devilish, triumphant smile.

Doesn't it mean that the person named Gu likes to show affection so much that he hasn't completely got Su Xiaoli yet?

The marriage has not even been set yet, and he deliberately declares his sovereignty. He is really not confident.

Ling Yicheng snorted.

It doesn’t matter whether you are relatives or not, uncles or not.

And "little aunt"?

This is a terrible title.

Fuck that bullshit "little aunt".

She is her.

After a meal, the painting style was so distorted that it looked like a mess.

Cannon fodder is the original fodder - Su Xiaoli's face was red, her eyes were watching her nose and her heart, and her heart was tired from eating.

Ling Yicheng accompanied the two of them back to the hotel and asked the front desk for paper and pen.