Such a big mess on the anniversary scene was almost entirely settled by Song Menghua.

In the end, he was the one who was about to end his life, but after such a toss, when he entered the suite, Song Menghua leaned on the sofa with his legs weak, covering his heart, closing his eyes, and sucking in most of the weather for a long time before slowing down. I moved my arm that had been numb for a long time before propping up the sofa and barely sat up straight.

Song Menghua opened his eyes and saw that there was nothing in front of him. He froze for a moment before turning his eyes and looking around. Then at the door of the suite, he saw Song Qingchun and Su Zhinian standing side by side.

The two still kept the same appearance as the banquet hall downstairs, staring straight ahead, with a blank expression on their face, as if they had been acupunctured, and did not move.

Song Menghua frowned: "Why are you two still stunned at the door? Come and sit!"

Song Qingchun and Su Zhinian didn't hear Song Menghua's words at all. They still held the same attitude, without blinking.

Song Menghua's eyebrows were even worse, and he continued to urge aloud, to see that they were still indifferent, holding a cane and knocking **** the table.

Song Qingchun and Su Zhinian shook their bodies one after the other, and then their eyes fell on Song Menghua's body in a daze.

When Song Menghua saw the two men recovering, they put the crutches beside the coffee table: "Come!"

Song Qingchun and Su Zhinian came to the coffee table one after the other.

Song Menghua pointed to the sofa in front of him and motioned for the two to sit.

Song Qingnian and Su Zhinian are like puppets manipulated by people, sitting rigidly on the sofa together, like two elementary school students sitting in line.

Song Menghua leaned back on the sofa. Before talking, she cared about Song Qingchun: "Youth, do you feel uncomfortable now?"

Song Qingchun, like the wooden man, shook his head silly.

Song Menghua opened his mouth with confidence, and said what he had just planned: "I think so. Youth must be pregnant for two months now, the first three months of pregnancy are unstable, so I don’t It is recommended to start the wedding now. Youth needs to have a good baby. What do you think?"

Wedding?

Song Qingnian and Su Zhinian seemed to listen to the heavenly books. They turned these three words in their brains several times, and no emotions appeared on their faces.

"Are you asking?" Song Menghua raised his tone.

Su Zhinian, who still didn't understand what Song Menghua was talking about, nodded quickly.

Song Qingchun nodded at Su Zhinian and nodded like a chicken pecked rice.

Song Menghua continued: "Three months later, the youth belly is big, and it is not good-looking to wear a wedding dress, so, wait for the child to be born before the wedding..."

This time Song Menghua didn't wait for the two to nod, and then went on to say: "...The main task of youth is to raise the baby. Su Zhinian, I don't care how busy you are. From now on, your first task is to accompany you. Your wife and children..."

"..." Song Menghua said a lot, and suddenly smiled and headed forward: "...Have you given your child a good name?"

Su Zhinian and Song Qingchun are like two idiots, staring at Song Menghua in a dumbfounded, no response.

Song Menghua frowned, just preparing to give his grandson a name, Su Zhinian suddenly opened his mouth: "You just said, wedding?"