Breaking Through The Clouds

Chapter 87

The next morning, at the entrance of the apartment complex.

"Husband, how do I look?"

Father Yan was slumped on the back seat, yawning for the eighteenth time, and said weakly, "Beautiful, beautiful..."

The old and beautiful Madam Zeng Cui looked in the mirror, again and again, finally deciding on whether the bangs that fell on her forehead should be pushed to the left or the right. Then she took out the lipstick from her cosmetic bag and applied it, looked at herself from a distance of half a meter, and was finally satisfied.

"Let's go, let's go, we can't be late," Mother Yan nudged Father Yan with her elbow and got out of the car while carrying the greeting gift for her daughter-in-law.

Father Yan, who was woken up by his wife at six in the morning, exerted all his strength to barely climb out of the back seat, and looking at the rising sun in the eastern sky, he cried without tears: "I thought we only came to each lunch..."

"Oh, what do you know? It's our first time seeing our daughter-in-law, how can we let them wait? Courtesy is the most important!" Mother Yan said goodbye to the driver, only to feel that all the pores on her body were very comfortable and she was in high spirits. Waking up early in the morning, the silk dress that had been steam ironed eighteen times by the housemaid was evenly trimmed, making her seem ten years younger out of thin air, and even her steps were brisk like a dance, "Besides, I have saved up so much to ask my daughter-in-law, who I haven't met in more than 30 years. When are they going to get engaged? Can they get the certificate at the end of the year? Where will the wedding be? When will they have children? How many children will they have? Which elementary school will the child attend? Junior high school? High school? Will they study abroad in the future, at Harvard or Oxford? I can spend three days and three nights speaking to her, so what's the big deal with arriving here three hours early!"

Father Yan didn't know whether to laugh or cry: "Your son only said that he is living with someone now. He didn't even say whether it was the girl who opened the KTV, and you started calling her your daughter-in-law?"

"Can I still not understand the son I gave birth to? The higher the profile, the more unreliable he is. It's this kind of attitude of trying to hide things that's really problematic." Mother Yan snorted at her husband, and couldn't help smiling: "-I think he was probably afraid that we would look down on the girl, so he didn't dare to say it directly, and decided to surprise us covertly. If you don't believe me, just wait and see!"

Father Yan snorted, only to see his wife carrying a pair of carefully selected men's and women's watches and entering the elevator of the apartment building while doing a little foxtrot happily.

Meanwhile, on the top floor of the apartment building.

The first rays of sunlight passed through the gaps in the curtains and fell on the messy large bed in the guest bedroom as if a pale golden band of light extended out through the curtains. Jiang Ting's eyelashes moved, and he slowly opened his eyes. After a few seconds of confusion, his eyes finally slowly focused and he looked down.

The weight running across his waist was indeed... a familiar arm.

He suddenly turned over: "When did you come here?"

Yan Xie's upper body was naked outside the air-conditioning blanket, and his eyes were closed. He smacked his lips and reached out to hold Jiang Ting's head, pressing it tightly against his chest. : "Sleep a little longer..."

Jiang Ting was caught off guard and bumped into a strong and fiery chest of the same sex, with almost his entire face buried in it. He hurriedly got up and was about to get out of bed, but before his feet could land on the ground, he was suddenly hugged from behind by someone and fell back onto the big soft bed. Then Yan Xie turned over, got up, and held him condescendingly.