The female supporting system of the rebirth of the last world is too calm

Chapter 198 Mother
"Young Master Si, I offer you a toast." A young man with an enchanting face twisted his waist and came to Si Qingcang.

So, when Ling Yi finished eating the pile of food Lan Lan put in front of her and came out of the narrow space, she saw such a picture.

The young man with a very good figure walked up to Si Qingcang with small steps. He took a glass of sake from the plate held by the waiter who passed by him, gestured to Si Qingcang, and then said crisply. Drink it all.

Although Si Qingcang's back is facing her now, based on what she only knows about him, Ling Yi knows that Si Qingcang should be a little unhappy.

Ling Yi looked at the young man with an enchanting face, and always felt that he looked familiar.

She took a few steps forward, and then saw the man standing behind the young man raised his glass to Si Qingcang, "I respect you."

The deep voice had a metallic texture, and Ling Yi stopped walking towards Si Qingcang.

Although the man's face was a bit immature compared with the cold and hard face after more than 20 years, Ling Yi still recognized it at a glance.

Song Huaichuan, a special soldier, the leader of the Qingyu mercenary team at the post-apocalyptic Suzaku base.

Of course, the reason why Ling Yi was impressed by him was not because of how powerful he was, but because he was Si Qingcang's drinking buddy.

Just imagine, how could she not be impressed by the way two men with cold and rigid faces were drunk in front of her, with tears and snot splashing freely, howling like ghosts and wolves?
Although she had only seen that kind of scene once, it was enough to impress her deeply.

While Si Qingcang was raising his glass to drink, Ling Yi lost his mind when he thought of the way he was crying while hugging the young girl after he was drunk.

"Oops—" the enchanting voice sounded a little surprised, "Be careful!"

The moment Ling Yi regained consciousness, he happened to see the scene where the waiter standing next to the young man threw a bottle of red wine in his hand at Si Qingcang.

Although Si Qingcang hid quickly, his trousers were inevitably splashed with some red wine stains.

Seeing this scene, Lan Lan touched her face distressedly. The slap in the face came too fast, and she couldn't accept it.

The young man who accidentally knocked away the wine bottle held by the waiter blinked innocently.

"I didn't mean to, are you okay?" He just softened his feet when he wanted to take a step forward to talk to him.

Seeing the young man's expression of sincere apology, Si Qingcang waved his hands generously, "It's okay, you should walk carefully in the future."

With his eyesight, it is natural to see that the young man didn't do it on purpose.

As for why the rosy-faced young man has weak feet?

Si Qingcang took a meaningful look at his friend who was holding the young man in his arms, "Pay attention to restraint."

Although he can understand the feeling that his friend has finally won his sweetheart after more than ten years of pursuit, it doesn't mean that he wants to be poured alcohol on him.

Song Huaichuan coughed lightly.

"I'm going to change clothes."

Song Huaichuan covered the eyes of the young man in his arms looking at his friend's back, and said sourly: "He already has someone he likes, even if you stare at his back, he won't look back at you."

Qing Huai rolled his eyes at him, "Of course I know he has someone he likes! What kind of vinegar are you eating?"

If he hadn't seen Si Qingcang entering the banquet hall with that nagging woman, he wouldn't have rushed to chat with Si Qingcang.

Thinking of the woman he saw again in the black street half a year ago, Qing Huai narrowed his eyes.

"Hey!" He raised his hand to hit the man, and got out of his arms, "Do you know the name of the woman in the white dress who came with him today?"

"You even paid attention to his female companion?" Song Huaichuan looked at the young man who slipped away from his arms again with dark eyes.

Seeing him like this, Qing Huai knew that this man knew the name of that mysterious woman.

"Say it!" Qing Huai urged, "What's that woman's name?"

After leaving this banquet hall, he probably forgot her appearance again, so Qing Huai desperately wanted to know her name.

"Ling Yi. Ling who is volleying, Yi who is attached."

"Ling Yi?"

A call with some power of faith sounded. Ling Yi raised her head. Her gaze passed through the crowd and happened to meet Qing Huai.

"Ah?!" Qing Huai exclaimed in a low voice, he bypassed the crowd and quickly came to Ling Yi's side.

"you……"

Ling Yi avoided his grabbing hand.

"Qingqing?" Song Huaichuan held back Qing Huai who was rushing towards Ling Yi.

Qing Huai who was held back quickly calmed down.

"Does what you promised me still count?" Qing Huai firmly grabbed Song Huai Chuan's clothes, and looked at Ling Yi excitedly.

Ling Yi shook her head, "It's time to wait."

She already knew who her parents were, so naturally she no longer needed the thing in Qing Huai's hands.

"You—" Qing Huai looked at Ling Yi excitedly.

"I can give you everything I have collected over the years."

What responded to Qing Huai was the back of Ling Yi leaving indifferently.

"Qingqing." Song Huaichuan held Qing Huai, who wanted to catch up, tightly in his arms.

Wu Wanyao looked at Ling Yi who was walking out, and then at the direction Si Qingcang was leaving. She quietly left the banquet hall.

Watching Wu Wanyao's leaving back, after a while, Lan Lan raised her hand to summon a waiter, and whispered some instructions.

The waiter who knew Lan Lan's identity nodded and left the banquet hall quickly.

……

Lan Lan, who was standing on the balcony, looked at Ling Yi's back as she was walking towards the hotel room, and smiled slightly.

"Aren't you afraid that the kid won't be able to hold back and put that little girl of the Wu family to sleep?" A man came to the balcony and gently wrapped his arms around Lan Lan's waist.

Hearing the man's words, Lan Lan shook her head, "I believe in Xiao Cang."

Mork snorted softly and put his head on his wife's shoulder.

"I look at that girl from the Wu family. She should have been prepared for a long time. Are you not afraid that the child will be caught?"

Lan Lan pinched his ears, "No way."

After all, the child's temperament in dealing with feelings is up to her.

"So sure?"

Lan Lan nodded.

She still knows the nature of the child coming out of her womb.

"Then you've already seen him, can we leave?"

"No!" Lan Lan tilted her head and kissed him on the cheek, "Mr. Mo, we have to start and finish everything."

Mork snorted.

"Be good." Lan Lan touched his face, "Anjila is about to wake up, she will be anxious if she can't see us. Mr. Mo~"

"Okay." Mok said aggrievedly: "Then I'll go back and coax Anjila first. You must remember to come back quickly, otherwise Anjila will cry."

Looking at Mo Ke like this, Lan Lan thought about a question again.

Do men with children lose their IQs?

(End of this chapter)