Chapter 18.1 (2/2)

“You, today, this national banquet is for you, others don’t know, I still don’t know? Just Xu and my righteous father are discussing your marriage with Hong Yu, I have heard. Don’t be in this daze Go ahead and go to Hongyu to chat.”

Xu Xingcheng is a bit uncomfortable: “Luo Fusheng! Why do you have to make me and her a couple?”

Luo Fusheng was angry at the obvious disappointment in his tone and his face was cold. “One of you is my best friend, one is my sister. I certainly hope that you are good. Besides, you both have a good time with your elders. Although your temper is bigger, your heart is good. You I will know when I walk around.”

Xu Xingcheng is intolerant: “This is not a good question for people. I already have someone I like!”

Luo Fusheng thought that Xu Xingcheng was looking for an excuse to pretend, and said with a smile. “Do you have someone you like? Don’t make trouble, you only come back for a few days, meet a few people? This excuse is too fake.”

Xu Xingcheng was misunderstood by Luo Fusheng. Just wanted to talk about the baby, “I…”

At this point, Lin Qikai came over and called them both. “You two are here. Hurry in, take a commemorative photo. If you look for it, you will be worse.”

Luo Fusheng said: “Come on, big brother.” After that, he patted Xu Xingcheng’s arm and gestured to go in together. Xu Xingcheng also sighed helplessly and walked in.

In the middle of the living room, Xu Ruian sat in the middle, Hong Zhengyi and Lin Daoshan were sitting on both sides, and behind them were their children standing in a row. The photographer was debugging the camera, and Xu Xingcheng and Hong Wei stood together because of Luo Fusheng’s arrangement. Both of them were particularly awkward, leaving a big gap in the middle.

“Come, please ask Miss Hongda and Xu Shaoye in the back row to get closer and closer, and smile.”

Xu Xingcheng moved a step to the side of Hong Yu, but Hong Yan deliberately moved farther away from Xu Xing Cheng, and the result was squeezed into Luo Fusheng.

Xu Xing Cheng has no expression. Everyone else smiles.

“Xu Shaoye, please smile too.” The cameraman commanded. Xu Xingcheng reluctantly squeezed a smile.

Hong Yan said aside: “Laughing is more ugly than crying.”

Xu Xingcheng also whispered a response: “To each other, the devil.”

“I am a devil, don’t die, you have to marry me.” Hong Yan deliberately stirred him.

When Hong Zhengzhen heard the words of Hong Yu, he coughed a little. Hong Yan heard Hong Zheng’s coughing sound, and reluctantly twisted his head back to take a picture.