Mrs. North is super dragging

Chapter 331 Either Great Rejoicing, or Her Death Day

"Ah."

Bei Shengshi looked dismissive, "The so-called fortune-telling masters are nothing but charlatans."

"He confiscated my money, how can he be a liar? Isn't the liar's picture just the word money?"

The old lady Bei became emotional, as if she couldn't tolerate other people's refutation.

"Anyway, Master has calculated a good day for me by the way. October [-] next month is a good day, and that day is the day you marry Xiaoyu as your wife."

Bei Shengshi observed the changes in Nan Luochen, and reached out to hold her cold hand.

With a determined look in her black eyes, "Grandma, please cancel the wedding. In this life, I will only marry Luoluo as my wife."

"Bullshit!"

The old lady Bei stood opposite him, and the two were full of uncompromising hostility.

"The tenth day of October, it's either your wedding day, or my grandma's cold corpse, my death day!"

"Humph."

The old lady Bei put down her words severely, and followed An Yuqing and the two of them upstairs.

*
In the closed car, the air is a bit oppressive.

Nan Luochen lowered her head quietly, never saying a word, she couldn't figure out what was going on in her mind.

"...Let's not see each other again these few days." After an unknown amount of time, she was unable to speak.

The slender fingers holding the steering wheel tightened unexpectedly, and the back of his hand with sharp bones protruded from the severe pain in his heart.

Nan Luochen thought for a while, then continued with a hoarse voice, "I... the media reports have seriously affected me. During this time, let's restrain ourselves and not meet each other."

Bei Shengshi pursed his slightly pale thin lips, stepped on the accelerator hard, and slowly parked the car next to Nanzhai Mingyuan.

Nan Luochen glanced at him cautiously. He always maintained an indifferent posture and never turned his head to look at her.

She looked back feebly and opened the door.

"call out."

Just as his feet hit the ground, his car roared away in an instant.

She stood there in astonishment, and didn't recover from it for a long time.

She was so tired, her head was so heavy, and a series of changes made her so oppressive that she couldn't breathe.

*
In the dilapidated rental house, the light was dim, the floor was damp, and the air had an unpleasant smell.

"...Woo, whoop." Nan Chaochao sat on the broken fabric sofa, crying in a mess.

Song Jin, who was squatting in front of her, hurriedly took out a tissue to wipe her tears, and asked her softly, "What's the matter? Why do you want to run away from home?"

Nan Chaochao shook his head in a panic, stretched out his arms to hug him, and sobbed, "Don't ask, I'll be with you from now on."

"How can I not ask? Can I not worry?"

Song Jin's head was spinning rapidly, and he coaxed and said, "Chaochao, you know, I love you so much, you have to tell me what happened, if you don't tell me, I feel restless all day long." , it’s useless to do anything.”

"Wow, woohoo."

Nan Chaochao watched him sob a few times, raised his eyes to inspect the surrounding environment, cried even more aggrieved.

"How do you rent this kind of house? Can this kind of house live in? It's dirty everywhere."

"This……."

A trace of embarrassment and helplessness flashed across Song Jin's face, "Last time for your birthday, I bought you gifts with all my savings. I have no choice but to rent this cheap house."

If she hadn't come to him vigorously and clamored to live with him, he would have had no choice but to rent the house.

Thinking about it now, his approach was a bit too impulsive.

"Song Jin."

When Nan Chaochao heard it, he was even more moved, and opened his arms to hug him tightly again.

(End of this chapter)