“Get on with your eating. So much food and it still can’t stuff your mouth.”
Yan Shaoqing felt someone kicking his leg under the table.
It was Mo Yesi.
“Hey, Second Bro, you’re so gentle to your woman and so rough with your brother here. Isn’t this contrast too much!” Yan Shaoqing whined.
He lost his image with that pouty look.
Qiao Mianmian couldn’t help but laugh at him.
And her laughter had him lock his eyes on her.
He was just pouting and grumbling a moment ago, and now he was looking at Qiao Mianmian blankly.
Yan Shaoqing suddenly understood why his Second Bro liked this young Sis-in-law.
Wow, Sis-in-law really looked beautiful when she smiled.
She even had a dimple!
He really liked girls with dimples, they were just adorable.
Few people knew that Young Master Yan, who often announced that he liked sexy beauties, actually had an eye for lolicons instead.
His favorite type of women weren’t the provocative, glamorous belles, but the sweet and pure lolicons.
Girls with huge eyes, a small mouth, fair skin, dimples, a ponytail, and standing around 1.56 meters in height were his favorite.
He found them terribly difficult to resist!
Although Qiao Mianmian’s height wasn’t that of a lolicon, and her appearance wasn’t exactly fitting as well… her smile and those dimples were enough.
At that moment, Yan Shaoqing felt as if he was looking at his first love.
His heart was racing wildly.
“Hey, Second Bro, why’d you kick me again! It hurts!”
He felt pain rush up his calf just as he was enjoying the “scenery”.
This time, Mo Yesi kicked him harder than before.
He was just short of sending him tumbling to the floor.
Yan Shaoqing rubbed his shin and snapped at him.
Mo Yesi looked at him expressionlessly. “Then keep your eyes to yourself before I gouge them out.”
Yan Shaoqing was speechless.
He’d just taken a few more looks at his Sis-in-law.
Wait, was his Second Bro… jealous?
Since when was his Second Bro such a person!
On the other side of the table, the wine glass in Shen Rou’s hand was almost shattering under her force.
“Ah Si.”
She took a deep breath and maintained a presentable smile. She asked in the most casual tone possible, “When are you and Mianmian planning to hold your wedding? I can make time for it in advance.”
Qiao Mianmian choked on her juice and coughed incessantly.
Why did she bring the wedding up!
She hadn’t even thought about holding a wedding.
Wouldn’t a wedding mean a public declaration of their relationship?
“Don’t gulp it down too fast.” Mo Yesi patted her on the back, and only when she regained her breath did he reply Shen Rou. “I’ll see what Mianmian thinks. She’ll call the shots.”
This response startled Shen Rou slightly.
She clenched her jaw. “Haven’t Aunt Mo and Uncle Mo hurried both of you?”
Mo Yesi looked up slowly.
When his dark eyes met Shen Rou’s, she felt fear. She felt exposed to him.
Before he said more, she quickly added, “What I mean is, since both of you are married, Aunt Mo and Uncle Mo definitely would hope for you both to hold your wedding soon, right?”