"What are you talking about?"

Yan Mojiu walked over and naturally surrounded Meng Mingxuan, but then he noticed her watery rabbit eyes and frowned immediately.

Meng Mingxuan threw herself into his arms and choked up: "Brother, I'm so touched."

“…”

Yan Mojiu relaxed his frown, glanced at Feng Yilin who looked like a sculpture, and hugged him and patted him gently, "What nonsense did you hear Yilin say?"

"Yilin is not talking nonsense." Meng Mingxuan did not hide her tears at all, "You did so much for me before, you loved me so much, you tolerated me so much, I feel that I was so bad before, I am not worthy of you."

Feng Yilin silently lowered his eyes and stared at the surface. He would never be so stupid as to interfere in the affairs between husband and wife.

Just ask my sister-in-law to hurt my ninth brother.

Of course, there is nothing we can do if we really hurt him, because Brother Jiu is the ultimate love-brained pure love warrior.

Yan Mojiu continued to tap, "Are you really touched or just pretending to be touched?"

"Of course I am really touched."

"If you are really touched, give me a kiss. If you are not touched, keep crying."

“…”

In fact, Meng Mingxuan had been holding back her tears. She had been holding back her tears before Yan Mojiu came. Now that she had been coaxed into holding back her tears, she no longer had to hold them back.

She rubbed the tears on Yan Mojiu's chest, then raised her head and said, "You are so annoying."

"You change your expression so quickly. Just now you were so moved that you wanted to cry and say that brother is so good to me, and the next second you turned cold and heartless and said that brother is so annoying." Yan Mojiu raised his hand politely and ruffled her hair.

“…”

Suddenly she thought of that incident, and her expression changed instantly, so quickly that no one in the box could react. Meng Mingxuan instantly felt that her dark history had been brought up again.

However, my sense of shame is becoming weaker and weaker, and will soon disappear.

"I'll go see what delicious food my brother has made." Meng Mingxuan dodged Yan Mojiu's hand that was rubbing her head and ran away.

Yan Mojiu looked at her back as she ran away, and the words "slow down" were on the tip of his tongue, but he didn't have time to say them out loud.

She ran too fast.

Yan Mojiu made sure that she ran to the dining table safely, and talked to Bai Chan who was serving the rice with his head down, then he slowly retracted his gaze and turned to look at Feng Yilin.

Feng Yilin: “…”

Brother, dear brother, please don't ask.

Yan Mojiu looked at Feng Yilin for a long time before speaking calmly, "Don't tell her these things in the future. She is very well behaved now. I don't want her to have any more psychological pressure."

Feng Yilin breathed a sigh of relief. Fortunately, Brother Nine didn't ask him what he said. Of course, he was the one who felt psychological pressure.

He can betray his sister-in-law and deceive his ninth brother.

"In fact, sister-in-law should know what brother Jiu has done for her. Only in this way will she understand that brother Jiu is the most suitable man for her and the one who deserves her love the most in this world." Feng Yilin said.

"You've never fallen in love with someone, you understand." Yan Mojiu said leisurely.

"..." I feel a little worried.

"I hope she loves me, falls in love with me because of me, and chooses me. I also hope she chooses me because I am good to her, or because she has no better choice." Yan Mojiu raised his hand and patted Feng Yilin on the shoulder, "So what you told her is of no benefit to me at all."

What he wanted was Meng Mingxuan's love.

놊 is guilt.

Even more touching.

Feng Yilin said everything because he hadn't said anything at all, but he could take the blame silently, "I know, Brother Jiu."

When Yan Mojiu turned around and went back to the living room, Feng Yilin looked at the tall figure in front of him, but suddenly thought of Yan Zheng.

The rumors that his parents had mentioned inadvertently made Feng Yilin's eyes flicker slightly.

It is true that like father, like son.

However, fathers obviously don’t know how to love their children as much as sons do, like growing flowers.

One, ruthlessly destroying the delicate flower.

One, waiting for the rose to return.

…

Table manners are important, but they seem insignificant when we are at home together, and everyone is having a great time chatting.

Dinner ended in a pleasant atmosphere. Meng Mingyou, who usually eats very little, ate half a bowl of rice more.

Qin Changan immediately went to Yan Mojiu to learn from him after dinner, "Xiaojiu, I plan to live in Jinli Garden after returning to Kyoto. When the time comes, please take some time to teach me a few dishes."

"Mingxuan and I are very happy to have my sister come to our house for dinner." Yan Mojiu said.

"How can it be the same?" Qin Changan agreed, "I want Tangtang to eat the food I made myself."

"You haven't cooked for your sister in the past four days? How can you be called a wife-loving maniac in the Beijing circle?"

"I used to be a cripple who could only sit in a wheelchair." Qin Changan said grimly.

Yan Mojiu paused, "Oh."

Then he glanced at Qin Changan and said, "I suddenly feel that you are worthy of my sister."

"..." Qin Changan took two steps forward, "I'm fine now."

"It's just two steps."

“…”

Qin Changan was so angry that he walked back and forth a few steps.

Meng Mingxuan and Meng Mingyou saw that they had gone down, and came up to pull up their own childish boys.

"Don't be so stubborn. You can even go jogging in the mountains when your legs are better. Now just behave yourself." Meng Mingyou led Qin Changan back to the wheelchair.

Meng Mingxuan turned Yan Mojiu's head and asked, "Why do you say that about your brother-in-law?"

"I'm telling the truth." Yan Mojiu snorted.

This is totally unrelated. Qin Changan is now surrounded by his wife and daughter. He can even stand up and walk a few steps. He is not alone and helpless like in the dream that Yan Shaoting described, and he kneels until his legs are broken again. He can only be happy.

"If you say that about my brother-in-law, I'll feel bad. If I say that about you, I'll feel bad too."

Meng Mingxuan's words calmed Yan Mojiu down.

He grabbed Meng Mingxuan's hand that was holding his face and kissed her soft fingertips, "Brother, I've learned your lesson."

“……” She didn’t teach him a lesson, she was just talking about reason.

Yan Mojiu then took Meng Mingxuan to Qin Changan's wheelchair and said, "I was just joking with my brother-in-law. Don't be angry. After returning to Kyoto, I will teach my brother-in-law how to make sweet and sour pork tenderloin."

It was the dish that Meng Mingyou had just eaten half a bowl of extra rice.

Qin Changan, who was so weak and pitiful that he didn't dare to get angry with his sister and brother-in-law, nodded immediately, "Okay, it's settled."

Meng Mingyou looked at Meng Mingxuan and curled the corners of his lips slightly.

My sister is so cute.

I really want to hide it secretly.

Yan Mojiu seemed to sense the danger. He met Meng Mingyou's gaze, immediately pulled Meng Mingxuan into his arms, and raised his hand to cover half of her face.

Meng Mingyou smiled slightly. No matter how she hid, her sister was still hers.

Meng Mingxuan looked at this one, then at that one in Yan Mojiu's arms, and suddenly she wanted to dig out her past self and shake her to death - how did you know that they were flirting with each other and showing affection in the first place?

This is clearly a case of jealousy and competing for favor.

She is so stupid.

Soon it was time to assign rooms at night, and Yan Mojiu moved into Meng Mingxuan's boudoir openly. As for his room, it was locked and no one was allowed to enter.

Meng Mingyou and Bai Chan stayed in the guest room, while Ye Yukan was arranged to live in a room with Qin Changan.

Ye Yukan, "..."

He would rather sleep in the doghouse.

Then Ye Yukan was really determined to guard the gate, because he would die if he didn't sleep for a night.

No one had any objection to this.

Then in the middle of the night, Qin Changan and Yan Mojiu met at the door, looked at each other, and went downstairs tacitly.

Ye Yukan, who was guarding the gate, woke up with a start and asked, "Where are you going?"