Shi Ling: "This voice sounds familiar. I seem to have taken a ride with him before."
Luo Yuan: "It seems a bit like the Meituan rider who asked us to re-order a few takeaways after the takeout was eaten by the ghost bride in Happy Valley last time."
"Crap, it turns out it's you."
The King of Hell on the other end of the phone also heard the conversation between Shi Ling and Luo Yuan. If he didn't want to reveal his identity, he would have wanted to snatch them down from the sky.
Yan Wang roared: "Cancel the order quickly!"
Shi Ling and Luo Yuan: "Okay, okay."
Following the position given by Luo Yuan, Shi Ling quickly flew to Mei's house in Hecheng next door, and landed on the balcony of Mei's villa while no one was paying attention.
Shi Ling glanced inside the house. The balcony was connected to a meeting hall. The balcony and the living room were separated by glass doors and curtains. At this time, the doors and windows were half open for ventilation.
Shi Ling and Luo Yuan hid behind the curtains and looked around. No one was in the meeting hall.
Luo Yuan breathed a sigh of relief, frowned and asked Shi Ling, "Why don't you go through the main entrance?"
"His manor is too big. If you said the red-roofed villa in the middle is his home, I'll stop here." Shi Ling asked, "How about we fly to the main entrance again?"
"Forget it, the impact of being discovered is not good. I'll send a message to my senior brother and ask him to pick us up."
However, as soon as Luo Yuan sent the message, the two of them heard footsteps and conversations coming closer and closer in the living room.
"I think the fifteenth day of next month will be good. How about holding the wedding on that day? Although it's a bit rushed, there is still more than a month to prepare from now." A rich middle-aged male voice said.
Another male voice responded: "Very good. Brother Yao, don't worry, our Mei family has all the etiquette we should have, and we will definitely give Qingru a grand wedding."
A delicate female voice said with a hint of shyness: "Brother Nanluo and I don't understand that either, we all listen to dad and Uncle Mei."
Shi Ling wowed silently, and asked softly in a breathy voice: "Is your senior brother getting married?"
Luo Yuan shook her head in confusion, "I don't know either. I haven't heard senior brother mention it before."
Shi Ling was about to say that Mei Nanluo was being unkind and didn't say anything about such a big matter. She also wanted to ask Luo Yuan to take her to a banquet when the time came.
But at this moment, Mei Nanluo's voice came from the living room: "Next year is the Year of the Widow."
As soon as these words came out, several other people in the living room fell silent.
The head of the Yao family was obviously stunned, and he quickly ran through the news in his mind - in the Year of the Widow, his daughter became a widow, and it was not his daughter who , no problem.
Head of the Yao family: "It's okay, our Yao family will suffer a bit."
The head of the Mei family was silent, "It's okay, Nan Luo's fate is tough, which exactly offsets the Widow's Year."
Mei Nanluo looked at his father mockingly, "I don't agree with this marriage!"
The head of the Mei family was furious, picked up the cup and threw it at Mei Nanluo, "You traitor! It's your turn, don't you agree? Qingru has been your fiancée since childhood. If you hadn't played with firecrackers and caused Qingru's face to be disfigured, this family would It’s not your turn to get married yet!”
Mentioning this matter, Mei Nanluo, who had always been gentle, suddenly became excited: "I told you it wasn't me! It was Mei Beiqi who threw the firecracker into Yao Qingru's hat!"
The gentle woman next to the Mei family leader suddenly covered her mouth and started crying, "Nanluo, you were still young back then. It's not unforgivable to be playful and get into trouble when you were young, but can you stop pushing this matter away?" As for your brother? He was only five years old, how could he lie? "