"Go." There was no room for discussion. She refused directly.

"So what do you want? Do you want to stay in this family for a lifetime? Song Qiulian stood up, arms akimbo, eyebrows between the incomparable boredom.

"Am I your own daughter?" Yu Jingya stared at her mother coldly: "Or are you my mother?"

She studied this question for twenty years, starting at the age of eight.

"I'm not your mother, do you think you fell from the sky?"

"You're my mother. Have you ever done your mother's duty one day?"

Song Qiulian's voice had just dropped, Yu Jingya questioned, at least in her opinion, no daughter would be as sad as she was.

"When you were born, your grandmother said that you would be strangled by poverty at home. I left your life behind!"

Ah...

"Thank you, I can't thank you enough!" She laughed coldly. As early as 12 years ago, in a family war, she knew the reason why her mother left her at the beginning. She just hoped that she would marry well in the future, and she followed suit.

Nowadays, her original selfishness can also be her responsibility.

"If you really appreciate it, tomorrow..."

"I'll leave this house soon, up to seven days at most!" Mother interrupted her before she could finish her words.

"Where to?"

"Marriage."

Ha-ha, Song Qiulian laughed: "Yu Jingya, who are you kidding? Are you going to get married? Who are you married to? Who will marry you?

"Believe it or not." She was too lazy to explain too much and slammed the door.

Decadent sitting at the desk, not breathing, the door was knocked loudly --

"Yu Jingya, I heard you are going to get married, right? Is that true? Do you really want to get rid of the title of leftover girl?

As soon as the voice is heard, it's her brother Yu Yancheng, who is not climatic.

With a sarcastic tone, he always gets angry with his mother through one nostril, which is why he gets into trouble everywhere, but still his mother's long-lasting cotton-padded jacket!

Don't believe she's going to get married. Is she really that bad? Does she have to stay married forever to make them feel normal? It doesn't matter. Even if the whole world doesn't believe it, there will always be one person who will.

Yu Jingya quickly dialed Yin Mo's phone and said, "Mu Mu, I'm getting married..."

"Are you talking in your dreams?!" Dudu... Before she could elaborate, Yin Mo had hung up the phone.

Depressed lying on the bed, long breath, married Ye Beicheng, a bit like a myth, because only myth is not believed.

... Phantom, the biggest nightclub in Xiangyang City.

Neon lights are ambiguous, DJ sounds deafening, men and women are dancing on the dance floor, strange limbs are rubbing against each other, extravagant and chaotic.

"Murgo, if you listen to a brother's words, this woman can only sleep, you can't be more real with her, more real you're over, Confucius said the truth is damn right, only a small woman is difficult to support, near is not bad, far is complaint, Murgo, you hear the brother talk..."

In box 1, Ye Beicheng sat on the edge of the sofa with his legs overlapping, holding a cup of "the most beautiful woman of the generation", and tasted it absently.

In the same box, and his best and most iron buddy Ouyang Feng, at this time, is trying hard to persuade him not to cast eternal hatred for a slip.

In Ouyang Feng's eyes, marriage can only be summed up in two fucking words: grave.

He was buried in the grave last winter, and he couldn't have his best buddies buried, either.

"She's the first time that I should marry her." Finally, Ye Beicheng, who had been silent for half a day, opened his mouth, and a faint affirmation flashed through his black eyes.