Feng Yi turned his head and felt that the atmosphere was a little unusual.

The two people sitting upright on the sofa with confused eyes, one lowered their heads to play with their phones, and the other looked at the cup in their hands in a daze.

The silence extends endlessly, as if time has stopped.

"What's wrong with you two?" Feng Yi raised his hand and touched Jiang Yisheng's shoulder, "It seemed like he didn't know each other."

In an instant, the surroundings fell into silence.

Ji Mingqian slid his hand and the word "end" popped up on the game page.

Seeing the scene getting colder, Feng Yi continued, "A Sheng, why don't you talk?"

Jiang Yisheng lowered his eyebrows and stuffed the cup into Feng Yi's hand, "Yi, I'll go back first, you guys can play slowly."

After speaking, he took off his coat, got up and walked out.

Feng Yi blinked, unable to react.

Why did you go back forever?

After coming to his senses, Jiang Yisheng had already walked to the door.

He rushed over with a quick step and barely grabbed his arm, "A Sheng, what are you doing in a hurry?"

Jiang Yisheng barely drew a curve at the corner of his lips, "I'm a little sleepy, I'm getting together again another day."

Feng Yi pulled him back, "It's rare to get together, stay for a while."

Jiang Yisheng had no choice but to sweep the person opposite him. The man looked down at his phone, and his cold attitude stabbed into his chest like a dagger.

The belated dull pain filled his heart, and Jiang Yisheng could no longer walk.

After pulling it twice, Feng Yi looked back at him.

A slightly pale face scared Feng Yi, "A Sheng, what's wrong with you? Are you feeling uncomfortable?"

Jiang Yisheng broke away from his hand and forced himself to smile and said, "It's okay, I'll go back and rest first."

Seeing that he insisted on leaving, Feng Yi was not willing to force others to do anything, "Then you drive my car back."

As he said that, he picked up the car keys on the table and handed them to him.

Jiang Yisheng took the car keys, turned around and left without any hesitation.

As the foot sounded far away, Ji Mingqian looked up at the door, and Jiang Yisheng was no longer seen.

He put down his phone, thinking he would breathe a sigh of relief, but he was inexplicably unable to be happy.

Feng Yi closed the door and walked back, wondering in his heart how abnormal Jiang Yisheng was tonight.

The suspicious eyes were on the man drinking. Could it be that the two of them really had a quarrel?

Ji Mingqian sipped the wine and met his inquiring gaze, "What are you staring at me?"

"Mingqian, to be honest, are you and A Sheng in conflict? Why do I feel that you two are weird at night?" Feng Yi didn't beat around the bush and asked directly.

Neither of them paid attention to each other. Even if they were strangers, they should say hello politely, let alone everyone is considered friends.

Knowing that Feng Yi was not easy to fool, Ji Mingqian was careful to be careless, "Who has a conflict with him? Didn't he say he is sleepy? Isn't it normal to go back and rest?"

"Is that true?" Feng Yi looked at him suspiciously, "It seems that this is not the case when you two met before?"

Ji Mingqian suddenly wanted to laugh, "How was it like we met before?"

"No matter how you say hello, you will sit there playing with your phone as soon as you come in, and you two don't even say a word. It's simply abnormal." The more you continued, Feng Yi was sure that there was something wrong with them.

Acting is Ji Mingqian's old profession, so how could Feng Yi easily see the flaws?

He pulled his lips and smiled helplessly, "If you don't go to business in the future, you can consider writing a book."

"What's the meaning?"

“The brains are too big.”

Feng Yi rolled his eyes, full of contempt.

**

The weather in the capital is always changing. It was windy and rainy last night. I never thought that the weather would clear the next day.

Early in the morning, Weibei came to Moyuan and the headquarters wanted to hold a video conference, so Li Mohan could not be absent.

The bright study room is mixed with many languages, one after another.

I don’t know how long it took, but the screen on the wall became darker and the meeting, which lasted more than an hour, finally ended.

Wei Bei packed up the documents signed on the table and looked up at the man opposite him, "Master, do you want to prepare your dress for the evening banquet?"

"No need." Li Mohan stood up and walked out with his foot.

His wife hasn't appeared for so long, and I don't know where to go and make trouble. He has to go and take a look.

It rained in the middle of the night, and the grass in the courtyard was still a little wet.

On the way, he also met Jiang Hai, who was also looking for a wife.

"Ahan, are you looking for Xiaojiu?" Jiang Hai saw that he was the only one, and he could probably guess that he was looking for a wife like his uncle.

Li Mohan nodded.

Jiang Hai laughed softly, "Your aunt is not here either, I guess they are going out together."

Before he finished speaking, Jiang Yisheng trotted over with a look of laughter and crying.

He was so breathless that he was breathless, "Dad, cousin, it's good for you to be here, go to the door and take a look."

"What are you looking at?" Jiang Hai asked in confusion.

"Mom and Jiuliang are back. You and I will know when you come and see it." As he said that, Jiang Yisheng turned around and ran away.

Li Mohan frowned and took a step to follow him.

There was still some distance away from the gate, and Li Mohan heard the old lady's voice.

"Xiaojiu, is this a duck or a goose? How many pounds does it cost to be such a big one?"

Li Mohan's eyelids twitched, and he had a bad premonition in his heart.

"Ahai, come here quickly, I've bought you a gift, come and have a look." Weiya saw Jiang Hai coming, holding a small cage in one hand and waving at him with the other.

Jiang Hai noticed the cage in her hand, covered with red cloth, and didn't know what it contained.

Before he could guess, his eyes were suddenly attracted by the living creature next to him.

The feathers are as white as snow, the red hat on the head, the small eyes like black beans are amazingly bright, the big wings are blowing, and the swaying steps are hard to bring out a bit of aura that is not as good as laborers.

It turned out to be a fat big white goose.

The muscles on Jiang Hai's face twisted into a ball, barely regaining his voice, "Xiaojiu, where did this big white goose come from?"

"I bought it." Ye Jiuliang said with a smile, with a red ribbon wrapped around his hand, and the other end was wrapped around the big white goose's ankle.

As she said that, she turned her face and saw that Li Mohan had come too. She walked to him in two or three steps.

The narrow eyes were filled with a sly smile, "Mo, look, is the big white goose fat?"

Li Mohan glanced at the big white goose spreading its wings and took a step back without a trace.

He asked her, "Why did you think of buying this?"

Ye Jiuliang pulled off the red ribbon, the big white goose flapped its wings and ran towards them.

"Buy it when you see it."

Seeing the big white goose running to his feet, Li Mohan took two steps back and looked at the big white goose with disgust.

The big white goose took a step further, and he took a step back, and the painting style became inexplicably funny.

Ye Jiuliang bent over with a smile, "Mo, it doesn't bite."
Chapter completed!