The past wears the present: the miraculous doctor's wife is a scholar

Chapter 142

Old Man Yan naturally saw that he felt guilty, and he didn't deliberately make things difficult. After all, Luo Luo was fine.

For a moment, the living room fell into an eerie silence.

After a while, old man Yan spoke.

"In your heart, what identity does Luoluo exist?"

"Dad!" Yan Wenqing stared at the old man, trying to stop him.

Old Man Yan asked straightforwardly, almost forcing Shang Yan to admit Yan Luo in front of so many people.

When Mr. Yan became stubborn, no one could persuade him, and he ignored Yan Wenqing's stop at all.

Grandma Yan just sat quietly on the side, as if she didn't care about these things.

Yuan Meiling also nervously waited for the answer of the business banquet, clenched her hands unconsciously.

If Shang Yan really admits that he likes Yan Luo and even wants to marry her, it will be very bad for her Yuan family...

Yan Luo was afraid that the people downstairs would make things difficult for the business banquet, so he resisted his weakness and got up and walked to the stairs, wanting to hear what they were saying.

As soon as I moved to the door of the room at the far end of the corridor, I heard Grandpa's question.

Yan Luo stopped involuntarily, she was curious about how the Shang Banquet would answer.

There was a hint of expectation in my heart.

Shang Yan looked at the old man with firm eyes, and said word by word: "I didn't want to say it at first. Luoluo is still young and I don't want to scare her. I just need to be by her side now."

Several people on the sofa looked at him seriously, and they could see that Shang Yan's relationship with Yan Luo was not an ordinary relationship between men and women. He would consider Yan Luo first, which made the old man very satisfied. Even Yan Wenqing said No more sarcasm.

Then I heard the words of the business banquet, "But Grandpa Yan insisted on a promise from me. I can only say that Luoluo is more important than my life. You may not believe it, but I will let time prove the accuracy of this sentence." .”

"I won't disturb everyone's rest, this junior will take my leave." After slightly nodding, Shang Yan left without looking back.

His tone was extremely flat, just stating the facts, but it made everyone sitting there silent.

A sentence is more important than life, it seems to be just empty talk, but if it is serious, then Yan Luo is right!

Originally, it was just a sentence expressing Yan Luo's importance to him, but he didn't expect him to verify the accuracy of this sentence later, but this is all for later.

After the business banquet left, Yan Luo moved back to the room bit by bit.

"Hmph, anyone can say nice words, if you really want him to risk his life for his life, he must be the first to run away!" Yan Wenqing just couldn't understand business banquets, so much so that he didn't believe what he said.

Old Man Yan glanced at him, and said in a bad tone, "You're almost done! I think this kid is pretty good."

"Dad, don't be fooled by his sugar-coated cannonballs!" After speaking, he was afraid that his father would not listen to him, so he quickly pulled Grandma Yan into his camp, "Mom, do you think so?"

Under the eyes of the two men, Grandma Yan expressed her opinion without haste, "I think your father is right. The child has sincere eyes and an upright personality. He should be a person who promises a lot."

Old Man Yan nodded, "That's right, you have to trust our vision!"

Now Yan Wenqing was isolated and helpless, looking towards Yuan Meiling, Yuan Meiling only gave him a helpless expression.

She hoped that Yan Wenqing could persuade the two old people, so that the marriage of the two families could be prevented, and it would not be such a big threat to the Yuan family in the future, but she couldn't say anything to the Yan family, so she could only pray that the merchant would not agree to the marriage.

After something like this happened, they couldn't chase after Yan Luo to ask her grades, they could only wait for her to improve tomorrow.

Everyone went to Yan Luo's bedroom to see her and then went back to sleep.

The Dihao Clubhouse is the largest clubhouse in the capital city, and it contains various entertainment venues, and it is a place where famous people in the capital city like to go.

The box on the top floor is filled with smog, with strong rhythmic music playing, colorful lights interlaced, the sound of dice shaking outside, and the crisp sound of collisions on the sofa inside.

Shang Ting sat on the side of the sofa, gently shaking the red wine in the glass, with the chattering voice of Shang Lu in his ears.

"Let me tell you, our prince is so poor that he can't afford to wear a watch. I don't know where to get a junk to wear on his hand. I'm quite proud of it! Hahahaha!"

When it comes to business banquets, Shang Lu can't help laughing, wishing that the whole world would know the horrors of business banquets.

"Really? Is your business out of money?" The man next to him asked jokingly.

The man was 26 and seven years old, wearing a denim jacket with holes, and his hair was dyed yellow. Those who didn't know it thought they were some thugs from there.

"Go, go, don't belong to our business!" Shanglu pushed him in disgust, "We are not under the same roof, don't confuse us!"

Ding Mao was pushed upright, and immediately fell into the arms of the woman behind him.

"Young Master Ding, do you want someone to accompany you for a drink?" The woman wrapped her arms around Ding Mao's neck, her claws gradually approaching his face, with a charming smile on her face.

Ding Mao had goosebumps all over his body, he pushed her away in a panic, "Don't touch me!"

The woman was taken aback, but unwilling to go forward.

Turning around, he smiled gloatingly at Shang Shang Lu, and Ding Mao directly complained to the merchant booth behind him, "Take care of your brother!"

A look of resentment seemed to have been wronged so much.

Shang Ting drank the red wine, looked at Shang Lu, and said indifferently: "Don't make trouble."

Everyone knows that Ding Mao hates women with heavy make-up the most. Close contact is as uncomfortable as an allergy. Shang Lu's slap was clearly intentional.

Shang Lu curled his lips and continued to gossip with Ding Mao.

"Let me tell you, I heard from my grandfather that the business banquet seems to have taken a fancy to a woman, and he has gotten very close to her recently. Seeing how proud and satisfied he is, it's likely that the broken watch was given by that woman!"

I have to say that the guess of the trade route was right, but it was only half right.

"What girl? What are you talking about?"

A muffled voice came from the opposite sofa.

(End of this chapter)