Invincible daughter-in-law

In the next few days, Lang Yan either cut his lips while drinking water, or a heavy object fell from his head and swollen his forehead, or the bedside lamp suddenly burst and the lamp shattered onto his face. Unlucky things happened one after another, resulting in large and small wounds on his body.Moreover, not only him, but also Fulla, Wu Shu, He Da, they all frequently encountered such things, even Daguai, Bibi, and the two puppies were injured from time to time.

"Recently, have we been touched by something unlucky, otherwise, why have we been so unlucky in the past few days." Lang Yan, who belongs to an atheist, began to wonder if they had encountered something evil: "I think I need to find Bubu to come back. Let's take a look, he is Bu Daxian's son, so he should know more about these things."

However, I have been calling Bubu for the past two days, but the phone is turned off, and I don't know what happened. After finding someone I like, I don't need him anymore?

He Zhuolun, who was sitting next to him having breakfast, glanced at him, and said nothing with a sullen face.

"I'm going to the company today, and I'll meet you for lunch at noon." Lang Yan picked up a siu mai and put it in He Zhuolun's bowl, and said with a smile, "It's strange, we all have bad luck, but you don't know anything. No, as expected of the eldest son of the He family, luck can suppress evil spirits."

He Zhuolun frowned again.

Seeing this, Lang Yan asked, "What's wrong?"

He Zhuolun put down his chopsticks: "I'm full, will you take my car there later, or drive there by yourself?"

"I drove there by myself to get some fresh air. I've been bored at home these few days."

He Zhuolun nodded, got up and went upstairs to change clothes.

Lang Yan quickly finished his breakfast and went out with He Zhuolun.

He drove the Harley back from Zhulin Pavilion with his bodyguards, walked in front of He Zhuolun's car, and drove towards the gate of the Imperial Garden.

At this time, a large truck from a moving company drove into Yuyuan.

Lang Yan drove to the right to give way to the car.

Suddenly, with a bang, the front tire of the motorcycle blew out, the front of the motorcycle suddenly tilted, the body skidded, and rushed under the wheels of the cart.

He Zhuolun, who was following behind, saw the thrilling scene, his pupils widened, and bloodshot eyes burst out, his heart skipped a beat.

As soon as he mentioned his throat, an unprecedented sense of fear suddenly hit his brain: "Lang Yan, be careful."

Lang Yan reacted very quickly, and quickly got up to avoid being crushed by the cart.

Fortunately, the big car was not driving fast, so when it saw an accident with the motorcycle coming in front, it quickly braked.

He Zhuolun hurriedly opened the car door and rushed out: "How are you, are you okay?"

Lang Yan patted the dust on his body: "Don't worry, I'm fine."

He Zhuolun hugged him suddenly, and locked him tightly in his arms.

The driver of the moving company quickly got out of the car and asked, "Young man, are you okay?"

The other employees also got out of the car, and when they saw Lang Yan's motorcycle under the wheels, they pulled it out.

Lang Yan smiled slightly: "It's okay."

"It's fine." The driver breathed a sigh of relief: "I was really frightened by you just now."

"Feel sorry."

The driver saw that there was nothing wrong with him, so he got back into the car and drove away.

Lang Yan continued to comfort He Zhuolun: "Master, I'm really fine. Look at me. Not only was I not injured, I didn't even lose a single hair. By the way, aren't you going to the company for a meeting today? Hurry up, or you'll be late of."

Seeing that he was silent, he said again: "I will not go to the company for the time being, stay at home well, and go to the company to have a look after the bad luck passes."

He Zhuolun let go of him slowly, looked at the still smiling face, and asked in a hoarse voice: "If bad luck follows you all the time, are you afraid?"

"What's there to be afraid of? Besides, do I look like such an unlucky person?" Lang Yan patted him on the shoulder: "Go to the meeting."

He Zhuolun stared at him for a while, then turned and walked towards the car, when he opened the car door, he suddenly said, "But, I'm afraid."

"What?" Lang Yan couldn't hear clearly from the distance.

He Zhuolun didn't repeat these words, just got into the car and left.

Lang Yan didn't push the motorcycle back to the villa until he couldn't see his car, and checked the tires: "

Strange, it was obviously repaired, how could it suddenly blow out?

He found a tool to remove the front tire and found a thin nail stuck in the tire, so he had to find a bodyguard and send it to a repair shop to repair the tire.

That night, He Zhuolun didn't go back to the villa because he was busy with work.

Lang Yan didn't care, but He Zhuolun didn't go home for the next few days, so he had to go to the company to find someone.

Yao Yu told him that He Zhuolun had gone abroad to discuss a business.

Lang Yan was puzzled, so he didn't tell him why he went abroad, and he couldn't get through the phone, and he didn't know what was going on.

When he returned to the villa, he saw Bubu sitting on the sofa eating fruit.

When Bu Bu saw him coming back, he lazily said, "Happy New Year."

Lang Yan raised his eyebrows: "It's been more than ten days since the New Year. Is it too late to say Happy New Year?"

?,,

"Not too late, send me a red envelope later."

"..." Lang Yan sat next to Bu Bu: "What happened a while ago? Why didn't you turn on your phone?

"

"The phone is broken, what do you need from me?"

"I've been very unlucky recently, so I want to ask you to go to evil."

Bu Bu gave him a blank look: "I'm not a master of exorcism, what use are you to me."

"You are not a master, but your dad is, he can figure out why I am so unlucky recently.

"

"My dad said he's going to retire, and he won't be lucky in the future."

Lang Yan frowned: "Why?"

"The more he counts, the more unlucky I will be. Therefore, I want to save some good fortune for me in my later years. Otherwise, my other half will be killed by him. From now on, he will only tell my fortune."

"Does your dad know that you like men?"

"Of course I know. He said that he and his mother have been thinking about it for 29 years, and they are ready to accept a male wife."

Lang Yan said enviously, "That's great."

It would be great if Mr. He could accept men.

"What's the good? The person I like doesn't like me."

"..." Lang Yan comforted him: "You don't have to be so pessimistic, at least, there is one thing you don't have to worry about.

"Which point?"

"The person you like also likes men, so don't bother trying to break him up."

"..." Bu Bu smiled: "It seems to make sense."

At this time, Wu Shu came back from the outside, and after greeting Lang Yan and the others, he said to the people outside, "Please bring your things in."

Lang Yan and Bu Bu looked out the door, only to see people from the moving company carrying a pile of new furniture into the house.Uncle Wu pointed to the stairs and said, "Move all these furniture to the first room on the right hand corner on the third floor, and then, I will trouble you to move all those old furniture out."

Lang Yan looked at the pieces of furniture and asked, "Uncle Wu, this is..."

Wu Shu said happily: "It's like this. My old man called this morning to say that Miss Yinxin is going to move here, so he specially asked me to clean the room and replace it with new furniture, so that Miss Yinxin can live comfortably. .”

Bubu: "..."

Lang Yan frowned slightly: "Miss Jiang Yinxin?"

"Yes." Wu Shu said with a smile: "The master said that the young master has been busy with work a while ago and ignored Miss Yinxin, so let them cultivate and cultivate their relationship before they get engaged."

Lang Yan frowned again: "Engaged?"

Didn't He Zhuolun already tell Mr. He that he wants to break off the engagement?

Why are you still engaged?

"Yes, engaged." Wu Shu looked at Lang Yan in surprise: "Mr. Lang doesn't know that Young Master and Miss Yinxin are fiancée?"

"..." Lang Yan clenched his hands slightly: "When will you get engaged?"

"The master said it will be half a month later."

Lang Yan didn't ask about martial arts anymore.

After Wu Shu left, Bu Bu cautiously asked, "Are you okay?"

Lang Yan asked him angrily: "When you hear that the person you like is engaged to another woman, do you think I can do it?"

Are you feeling better? "

"Aren't you going to call He Zhuolun and ask about the engagement?"

Lang Yan shook his head: "If I call and ask him now, it means I don't trust him."

He didn't believe that He Zhuolun would marry Jiang Yinxin, even if he really wanted to make a call, He Zhuolun's cell phone wouldn't work.

"What if it's true?"

Lang Yan was slightly taken aback.

In case it is true...

This in case he can't imagine.

That night, Jiang Yinxin moved into the villa.

There was a happy smile on her face, as if she was really going to be engaged to He Zhuolun, and greeted Lang Yan and the others like a hostess.

Lang Yan suddenly felt that living here was particularly embarrassing, and he had the urge to move out, but he wanted to wait for He Zhuolun to come back to explain.

Afterwards, no matter whether he was having breakfast, eating, or going out and passing through the hall, he would always see Jiang Yinxin, so he chose to move back to his villa.

On the fifth day after Jiang Yinxin moved in, He Zhuolun finally came back.

Lang Yan, who returned to his villa, saw his car coming back, squinted his eyes, and had no intention of calling or going to find someone, so he just stood in the study on the third floor and watched He Zhuolun get off the car.

Then, Jiang Yinxin happily ran out of the hall and hugged He Zhuolun's arm.

He Zhuolun raised his eyebrows, and was dragged into the room by Jiang Yinxin.

Lang Yan couldn't see what happened in the opposite room.

Half an hour later, He Zhuolun came out of the villa, walked towards him, and rang the doorbell. Soon, someone knocked on the door of the study.

Only then did Lang Yan turn around and open the door, quietly looking at the man outside the door, neither letting anyone in nor speaking out.

He Zhuolun looked at the expressionless Lang Yan, frowned slightly, wanted to say something, but didn't know what to say.

"If you have nothing to say, go back."

Lang Yan immediately closed the door.

He Zhuolun quickly blocked it with his hands: "I'm sorry."

Not only did Lang Yan not be relieved by this sorry, but his heart sank, and he had a vague feeling of bad premonition: "Why are you sorry for me?"

He Zhuolun clenched the handle of the door for a while before saying, "I'm getting engaged to Yinxin."

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