Chapter 91: want to see you

After having dinner together, Liu Ruyan went back with Xi Yun.
In the living room, the rest of the family was watching the Spring Festival Gala, which was just a essay on the funny section between the mother-in-law, the daughter, and the son-in-law.
The old lady looked at the old man. The old man looked up at his face and didn't see it. The old lady gave him a white look and turned his head and cautiously shouted: "Green."
Since the last season, he has not had a good face for the old couple, and the old couple are inevitably a little cautious.
After all, they were the masters who married their daughters to Su Yuhe, and they did not allow their daughters to divorce. ,
But they are also good for their daughters. If they knew that their daughter would be divorced, they could find Ji Jiheng. When He Qingyi refused to divorce, they had to leave her.
He Qingyi didn't know the thoughts of Er Lao, but because he knew it, he was even more tired.
She didn't understand that she was an adult and she was almost eighteen years old. Why do they always think that they are an excuse to manipulate her life.
Can't they respect their decisions like sweet?
On her daughter, she first realized what is respect.
He Qingqi is not salty and does not say: "Well."
The old lady accompanied her with a smile and asked: "That... have you contacted you in the past few days?"
I don't know when Ji Jiheng changed from the director of the season to the eternal in the second old mouth.
He Qinglan: "I said that I have nothing to do with the director of the season. On that day, people simply couldn’t understand Su Yuhe. I deliberately said that I would give it to me."
Since the death of Ji Jiheng, the second old man has been attacking her side and has been questioning her and Ji Yuheng. He Qingzhen was so annoyed that he couldn’t stand it. He simply said that he and Ji Jiheng had nothing at all.
But no matter what she said, the second old is not to believe.
It’s ridiculous, as if you can’t live without getting married.
old lady:"……"
She looked at her daughter with pity, young, how can I still have my own eyes?
In that season, Yan Heng was not interested in her. Can she use this method to help her out?
As he said, He Qingyi’s cell phone suddenly rang.
She took it and saw it, it turned out to be the news of Ji Jiheng.
[Looking at the party? 】
He Qingyi did not take care of the second old man and bowed his head and talked to him:
【Ok. 】
Ji Weiheng: [I am also watching. 】
Then I sent a multimedia message, which was a photo he quietly took.
He Qingyi took a look and couldn't hold back his mouth.
Is the Secretary of the season not watching the party, the difference is that He Qingying watched on TV and people watched it on the spot.
He Qinglan asked: [The live version is better? 】
Ji Weiheng: [Also okay, it is always easy to play. 】
He Qinglan asked: [Why? 】
At this time, the essay was over. After the short transition of the host, a new program was started. It was a famous singer and played on stage.
Ji Yanheng sent another photo. There was a small box around the stage. It seemed to be a word, but the pixels were not enough. She could not see clearly.
Ji Yunheng's next text message told her what it was.
[xx sight movement, I think he is looking for the word processor, what atmosphere is gone. 】
Hey, He Qingyi didn't hold back his laughter.
The old lady would have liked to try another two sentences. The result is that when He Qinglan looks like this, he must know that Ji Jiheng’s message is coming, and he is always comforted.
Especially looking at the smile on my daughter's face, it is really... hot in my heart.
This silly woman can't even see her.
At this moment, the TV camera swept to Ji Yuheng, and the young and handsome man was wearing a uniform. It was really beautiful.
The old lady quickly said: "Big green, look, look at Heng!"
He Qingyi looked up and his heart jerked.
The man looked up at the podium and had a vague smile on his face, but she felt that the line of sight almost penetrated the camera, penetrated the TV, and saw her heart.
He Qingyi quickly bowed his head and stared at the mobile phone. His face was so hot that it burned and she was so upset.
Ji Yanheng sent another message, He Qingyi saw that this mobile phone has become a hot potato, she can not wait to throw the phone outside the window.
[I can't call today, I asked my uncle and aunt for a good time, lest the old man feel that my future son-in-law is not sensible. 】
Just when she didn't know how to return, Sutian came out of the bedroom and went straight to the entrance to change the shoes.
He Qingxuan eagerly asked: "Sweet, where are you going?"
The second old man is also a bit embarrassed. "So late, what are you doing?"
Sutian: "Zhanghang is coming, just downstairs, I will pick him up."
Throwing the next sentence, Sutian hurried out of the door.
He Qinglan picked up a thick coat and chased it up. "Sweet, I will go with you."
Sutian pushed her back into the house. "It’s downstairs. What are you running? Ask him if he doesn’t know when he comes over.

"Oh, okay..."
He Qingyi was persuaded in one sentence.
She ran to the window and saw the teenager standing in the snow. When she saw that Sutian ran over, she was relieved. When she thought of Sutian, she blushed.
Ji Yunheng sent a message, how did she ask?
Do you want to see it?
Is that too deliberate?
Ah, it’s so annoying.
On the evening of the New Year's Eve, everyone was reunited at home. There was no one outside. The young man stood alone in the snow, behind him was a deep footprint, spreading to the depths of the night.
He wore a hat that Sutian gave him, and a thin layer of snow had fallen on it.
He is not too thick, even thin, but surrounded by a red knit scarf.
In the white snow, it is like a dark red fire jumping.
Sutian ran straight to him and looked up at him.
The teenager's cheeks are flushed, but the eyes are exceptionally bright.
Su Tian picked up his toes and touched his forehead, hot.
She blamed him: "I am sick and still running!"
The teenager raised his lips and smiled: "Suddenly I want to see you, I am coming."