Did Mr.Zhan withdraw from the marriage today?

Qiao Zhen took Zhan Nanting's hand with both hands, scratched it gently in his palm with his index finger, and looked at him with big eyes. This lovely appearance was obviously spoiled.

Zhan Nanting really didn't think that Qiao Zhen would play coquettish with Zhan Mingli in order to say good words to him one day.

"Just go together and don't come back together. My uncle drives himself. We don't have to take a car when we go. You should just take it on the way together, okay?"

Qiao Fu leaned forward and pecked Zhan Nanting's chin.

Zhan Nanting's Adam's apple rolled and swallowed his saliva.

He stretched out his hand to control the Joe who was lighting the fire, nodded helplessly and said, "OK, listen to you."

"Uh huh! I'll talk to my uncle later. Just nod next to me." Joe said very considerately.

Zhan Nanting smiled helplessly. He reached out and gently patted Qiao Zhen's head. His eyes were helpless and spoiled, and his heart was touched.

She always said how close he was to her.

But he felt that she was the sweet one.

It's true. It's like being close to his heart and knowing the most real thoughts in his heart

"You look at me like you're fascinated by me." Joe smiled and teased the man.

The man nodded seriously and answered her, "well, I'm really fascinated by you."

Joe was embarrassed by his sincere eyes. She was joking with him, but he was confessing to her.

"It seems that you can't change your blushing problem." Zhan Nanting reached out and poked Joe's blushing cheek because of his shyness. Some abusive tone made Joe's face redder.

She really tried hard to get rid of this shy blushing problem, otherwise she would be seen through by him every time, and then she would eat to death

But it really didn't work at all!

So Joe can only stare at him and hum, "I'm hot." if he can't change it, he can only argue.

"It's hot, I feel if I have a fever." Zhan Nanting reached out to touch Qiao Zhen's forehead and continued to tease her.

Joe raised her hand and patted him. She was ashamed and said, "you have a fever. I just went to cook dumplings. She wanted to change the topic before she talked about cooking dumplings.

As a result, Zhan Nanting frowned and said, "are they all cooked?"

"Well, there's not much left in total, so I'll cook it..." Qiao Peng was stared at by Zhan Nanting with a slight complaint, and silently lowered his head, inexplicably feeling that he had done something wrong.

But she thought about it and looked up and said, "I'll wrap it for you when I have time. It's not a precious thing. Don't be so stingy. I don't think it's the fastest to cook dumplings when I see it's so late."

"Who says it's not precious?" Zhan Nanting retorted in a deep voice. Why would it stay today?

Seeing that the man had turned over the vinegar jar again, Qiao Fu coaxed him and said, "it's precious. I'll make you new dumplings tomorrow. I'll pack whatever stuffing you want, and I'll pack as much as you want."

With such a soft voice, the man was fluffed, held her hand and said:

"Wait until you're free." he likes to eat what she makes, but he doesn't want her to be tired.

As soon as Joe was warm in his heart, he nodded his head and said, "I'll make it for you when I have time. Write down what else you want to eat. When I'm free, I'll make everything for you."

On the other side, Zhan Mingli ate dumplings and drank soup. They were all cleaned in less than ten minutes, and there was not even a mouthful of soup left.

He is also really hungry. It's more than two o'clock, but Joe is also good at cooking and delicious.

Zhan Mingli touched his satisfied stomach and returned to the living room. The two people, tired and crooked, separated. Qiao Li sat straight, upright and lady.

She still pays attention to discretion in front of her elders and won't be too close to Zhan Nanting.

"Is uncle Zhan full? Do you want anything else?" Joe asked politely with a smile.

Zhan Mingli shook his head and said, "don't be busy. I'm full. Next time you can cook something else for me."

"Are you addicted to rubbing rice? There will be another time." Zhan Nanting said disgustingly.

Make complaints about the cough, but ignore the son's Tucao, but look at Qiao Qiao with a loving smile.

"Joe, I'm here today to find you. I have something to say to you. Can I say it alone?"

"OK, then why don't you go to the study with me, uncle?" Joe agreed immediately.

Zhan Nanting wanted to object, but Qiao Zhen shook his hand and he didn't object.

Zhan Mingli took the gift box on the table and went to the study with Qiao Zhen. Zhan Nanting endured not to follow up and eavesdropped. He waited in the living room with a cold and handsome face.

In the study.

Qiao zhe asks Zhan Mingli to sit down. They sit diagonally opposite each other. There is a small round table on the side. This position just faces the outside terrace. At this time, the sun is just right outside. The light here is full and bright, which is quite lazy in the afternoon.

After sitting down, Zhan Mingli looked serious and said to Qiao:

"Joe, I have to formally and seriously apologize to you first. I'm really sorry. Before, as an elder, I tried to rely on the old to sell the old and bully the small. I have deeply reflected on myself. I sincerely apologize to you here."

Qiao Zhen didn't expect Zhan Mingli to apologize to her so formally and seriously. After all, it should be a loss of face for Zhan Mingli.

"Uncle, it's all in the past. I didn't respect you enough and said something I shouldn't say. I hope you don't take it to heart."

"What you said before is the truth. I used to get angry with you because I was ashamed. If I were willing to listen to you earlier, I wouldn't turn out to be like that later. Alas, I'm old, my eyes are dim and I see the wrong person."

Zhan Mingli sighed, shook his head, raised his smiling face again and said, "well, let the past pass. I'm here today. In addition to apologizing to you, there's another thing, that's this. This is for you."

As Zhan Mingli said, he handed the box to Qiao Peng, who politely took it over with both hands.

"Open it first." Zhan Mingli said kindly with a smile.

Joe nodded and carefully opened the box. As she guessed, it was a set of jewelry.

Zhan Mingli said in a warm voice, "Qiao Zhen, this is the jewelry Nanting's mother said she would leave to her future daughter-in-law. I know you won't lack these jewelry. This set of jewelry is not very valuable. It may be old-fashioned at your age, but its meaning is different."

When it was mentioned that Zhan Nanting's mother left it, Qiao Zhen's eyes on this set of jewelry changed a little, and the real meaning became different.

This is not only a simple gift, but also Zhan Nanting's mother's expectation for her future daughter-in-law.

Joe reached out and touched the pearls gently, as if he could feel the love of a mother for her son from these pearls. Because of love, he would think of what to leave for his son's future wife.

"Uncle, I can't accept this gift yet." Qiao zhe took back her hand and looked up at Zhan Mingli. She wanted to accept this gift, but she couldn't.

Zhan Mingli was surprised and said, "why? Do you think you will be separated from Nan ting in the future? You are engaged. When you get old next year, you can get a license to get married."