From this day on, Yan Shiqi's life became simple and fulfilling.

Before the end of the year, she spent a leisurely life in LA, no work arrangement, no trivial worries, except for occasionally going out to see the scenery, most of the time she was tired of being with her fourth brother.

A few days later, on the eve of Chinese New Year's Eve.

At noon on the twenty-ninth day of the lunar calendar, the man received a message from China.

It was sent by the third brother-in-law, Leng Yichi.

Leng Yiyan and Wen Zhiyuan completed the engagement banquet at five o'clock in the afternoon domestic time.

When he learned the news, Yan Shiqi was nesting on the sofa and watching American dramas.

At that time, she turned off the tablet in her hand and turned her eyes to look at the man beside her, "The engagement banquet is over?"

Tomorrow is Chinese New Year's Eve, but I didn't expect Leng Yiyan's movements to be so fast.

The man bowed, "Well, it ended a few hours ago." ”

Strictly speaking, Leng Yiyan and Wen Zhiyuan are now nominally engaged.

Yan Shiqi's calm eyes set off a ripple, and he frowned slightly, "Leng Yiyan is determined to be with her?"

Qin Baiyu glanced at her and didn't speak.

After precipitating his emotions a little, Yan Shiqi asked again: "How many people attended the engagement banquet?"

It can be called an engagement banquet, but there are not a few people who are afraid of being invited.

Wen Zhiyuan is already notorious in the imperial capital, is there anyone who will ignore the face of the Duanmu family and the Wen family and go to participate in the celebration?

Just as she was thinking about it, a man's mellow voice came to her ears, "There are only three sisters and the two of them!"

Yan Shiqi's eyes were stunned, and his heart was indescribable.

Leng Yiyan and Wen Zhiyuan are indeed engaged, and it is said that they invited many people in the name of the Leng family.

even chartered Dijing Restaurant, on the surface, Leng Yiyan seems to really attach importance to this engagement.

However, the results were not satisfactory.

The invitation they sent out, but in the end, only the third sister and his wife went to the restaurant.

Naturally, it's not a blessing, I just want to see how ridiculous Leng Yiyan's reckless obstinacy is.

In the entire Dijing Restaurant, there were nearly fifty table seats, and only the third sister and his wife sat at the main table and watched the two of them complete their engagement.

I don't know whether this result is ridiculous or pitiful.

The third brother-in-law informed on the phone that Wen Zhiyuan, who was dressed up to attend, had a wonderful expression at that time.

Maybe even she didn't expect this to happen.

However, after all, the engagement was completed, and I heard that her engagement rings were all five-carat sapphires made for her by Leng Yiyan himself.

Knowing all this, Yan Shiqi did not open his mouth for a long time.

She suppressed all the doubts in her heart and silently looked out the sunny window.

Now, she began to faintly look forward to the wedding ceremony of Leng Yiyan and Wen Zhiyuan.

At that time, she will definitely go.

……

On this night, the domestic imperial capital, Rongcui Garden.

This is the apartment under the name of Leng Yichi, and now Leng Yiyan and Wen Zhiyuan live here temporarily.

Even if everyone in the Leng family couldn't accept Leng Yiyan's approach, but in the end, it was his eldest brother, and the third brother-in-law couldn't watch his younger brother sleeping on the streets, so he simply arranged them in his apartment.

He still couldn't accept Wen Zhiyuan, and after watching their engagement banquet, he drove back to Dijing Courtyard with the third sister.

At this time, at seven o'clock in the evening, Wen Zhiyuan turned around and threw herself into Leng Yiyan's arms as soon as she entered the door, "Brother Yan, I can finally marry you!"

Leng Yiyan couldn't guard against it, and was pounced on by her.

The lights were not turned on in the apartment, and in the dim light, his eyes melted into the darkness of the night ink, without the slightest light.