Transmigrating: I Married the Male Protagonist’s Uncle

Ji Xing didn't expect Song Heng to find him. He nodded slightly and said, "I'll bring her a drink first."

The future eldest brother wants him to drink, if he doesn't go, I'm afraid it will be bad.

After Song Yiyan drank a sip of juice, she saw Ji Xing leaving and grabbed him. She was dazed and still not sober, her voice was a little bit charming: "Where are you going?"

Ji Xing turned his head and looked at the blushing little woman who was obviously not awake, and patted her fluffy head with a big hand: "Your third brother asked me to drink."

Song Yiyan screamed, and suddenly became sober: "You mean Song Heng is back?"

Ji Xing: "It's not just him, your family is here. There is a family meeting. Grandpa watched you sleep soundly and didn't let me call you."

Song Yiyan put down her drink and jumped out of the bed: "Song Heng wants to drink, I will go with him too."

She still has a great affection for the brothers in the family, who actually protect her and love her.

When Song Yiyan was at home, she didn't care much, and she had to run out in her pajamas.

Ji Xing grabbed her and looked at the silk pajamas on her. The neckline was slightly open. You could see the snow white heels looming on her chest. The short ones would cover the neiku, revealing two long, slender, white legs. After scrolling, he said solemnly: "Change clothes and go again."

Song Yiyan frowned, looked at her pajamas, and didn't think there was any problem: "I just went to see my brother."

Ji Xing pulled her to the dressing room, and pulled her pajamas with his hands, with a cold face, with a look that he could not see anything, without any desires, and said: "Neither will my brother."

Song Yiyan chuckled and looked up at the man in front of him: "Jealous?"

Ji Xing nodded and gave a low hmm. He already took a knee-length off-white pleated skirt and put it on her: "I can only see when I wear pajamas in the future."

Song Yiyan smiled more happily, nodded, and leaned forward to kiss the man's lips: "I see, Mr. Jade."

When Ji Xing dressed her, he also told her about the content of the family meeting.

Song Yiyan still couldn't figure it out: "You said my third brother is going to marry a woman you just met? He slept with someone and got pregnant as soon as he slept?"

The third brother's girlfriend knows that Sister Bailu, who is beautiful and nice, buys gifts for her every time she comes, and the family likes her very much.

Ji Xing: "Probably that's the case. Grandpa and uncle let him be responsible for marrying that girl. We will get married soon."

The Song family really had to wait until the raw rice was cooked before they were willing to get married.

It seems that his movements have to be faster.

Song Heng was sitting under the grape trellis in the yard, and the light above was not turned on. By the moonlight, he could see his sad and lonely figure.

Song Yiyan ran over and said with a smile: "Brother, I heard that you are going to get married with Fengzi. Congratulations!"

"You girl!" Song Heng felt uncomfortable in his heart. He was about to blow up. Hearing what she said, he sighed deeply: "You know you are kidding me. If it's possible, I really might as well. died."

His heart was given to Egret, and he would never fall in love with any other woman again. He married her out of a sense of responsibility, and would not love her afterwards, only giving her a status.

It doesn't matter if he feels wronged by himself, because he is afraid of being wronged by other girls.

"Marriage is a happy event. Why don't you die?" Song Yiyan sat across from him, stepping on a stone bench, like her uncle: "You know that I will look at Feng Shui, and I will count the days. I will give it to you. Pick a good day."

Song Heng was suffocated in her chest by her breath, about to explode, and gave her a violent shudder: "Didn't Ji Xing tell you?"

Song Yiyan smiled and put the two bottles of Maotai in her hand on the table, and nodded: "By the way, I think you are a scumbag. You can't even control your body. You deserve it."

Song Heng spewed blood out:...

Is she here to comfort him? Or come here to **** him off?

Seeing that Song Heng was about to be **** off by her, Ji Xing lightly patted her head in fear, naughty: "Brother, she is joking with you!"

Of course Song Heng knew it was a joke, and would not really be angry with her, but felt that her younger sister had changed a lot since she regretted her marriage: "Sit down and drink with me!"

Song Yiyan didn't need anyone to greet her, she was already pouring the wine consciously, and she was about to drink with a glass of wine.

Ji Xing clasped her wrist and snatched the glass away. A bottle of Sprite was placed in front of her and knocked on the table: "This is yours."

Song Yiyan grinned her teeth and glared at him uncomfortably: "The third brother has said that he wants to drink!"

Song Heng's eyes overflowed with helplessness: "I'm drinking with Ji Xing, do you want to drink with you? You are a girl's family, come to join in some fun."

"You two stinky men, what do you know." Song Yiyan snorted contemptuously: "I didn't come here to help you analyze the current situation. You also know who the Song family is, and how many women are hollowed out. If you want to marry in, how do you know if the woman is a white lotus or a green tea bitch!"

Song Heng frowned and thought for a while, as if white lotus and green tea are not good words, right!

Song Yiyan continued utteringly, "I'm doing that. You have recently committed a crime of Peach Blossom, Third Brother, I have to tell you a good word."

"What do you mean?" Song Heng didn't believe in this set of feudal superstitions, even if his grandfather recovered from her illness last time, he didn't believe it.

Grandpa had a heart knot in the first place, but it was because of her illness. She went home and his grandpa's heart disease was gone, so the condition would naturally heal.

However, my parents and uncles believed this very much, and they mentioned it to him when they called, saying that his sister is very good now, and many dignitaries in the capital sought her to see her in Feng Shui.

"You, if you can go home once a month, this kind of thing won't happen, I'll do the calculations for you in advance." Song Yiyan glanced at his bad luck, sighed, serious Explained it to him.

This so-called guilty of peach blossoms, if there is a marriage, it is guilty of good peach blossoms, because two people who like each other have moved their feelings.

There are also bad peach blossoms, that is, the evil peach blossoms, which are bad luck, offending villains, and constant injuries and disasters.

"It means that the woman you are going to marry is not a good woman, nor is it your destined marriage." Song Yiyan explained and looked at him seriously: "If you marry her, you will spend the rest of your life. It's over."

Although Song Heng didn't like that girl in his heart, he was about to marry someone after all: "You haven't seen anyone, how do you know that someone is not a good woman."