The Rest Of My Life Is For You Novel - Chapter 1729
Chapter 1729: The Rest Of My Life Is For You (7)
Yu Yuehan:”…”cold and detached.
Mo Yongheng:”…”facial paralysis.
Qi Yan:”…”rolled his eyes.
Why was there such a huge difference between people when they married other people’s wives?
Was this what they meant by marrying a wife?
They were clearly trying to learn from their mistakes.
Everything was waiting in front of them!
However, the one who had sent someone over was old Patriarch Mo. .
Whether it was Nian Xiaomu, tan bengbeng, or Zheng Yan, all of them had something to do with him.
He was considered an elder in the family. Who would dare to say the word “No”?
As the Butler finished speaking, Mo Chengliang had already pushed old patriarch mo out from his wheelchair.
“Hahaha, not bad, not bad. All of you have performed well. You are indeed outstanding young people. I am very satisfied with all of you! “Don’t be nervous. You have already brought your wives back. Nothing will go wrong. I just thought of a small game to help everyone relax. All of you should be more casual and not be so tense.”
Old Patriarch Mo’s comforting words were useless.
The three people in front of them were still standing upright.
Their postures were as standard as a military posture.
Reason told them that the small game that Mo Chengxian was thinking of was definitely not a good game.
A cooked duck could fly, and a wife who was close to her mouth could also disappear.
To be on the safe side, they had already entered a level-one state of alert and were ready to start the battle to protect their wives at any time!
Mo Yongheng had spent the longest time with old master Mo, so Yu Yuehan and Qi Yan pushed him out of the queue without hesitation.
Mo Yongheng could only bite the bullet and ask, “What game does master want us to play?”
“There’s no rush. Butler, bring all the props up!”As soon as Mo Chengxian said this, someone immediately stepped forward and wanted to take the three brides away.
Yu Yuehan and Qi Yan refused to let go of their wives’hands. After Mo Chengxian took a glance at them, they gritted their teeth and let go.
If they could not bear it, they would mess up the big plan.
They needed to stay calm.
Luckily, Nian Xiaomu and the others were not taken anywhere else. They only stood at the side.
The props that Mo Chengxian had gotten someone to move were nothing more than a few chairs and a few small desks for writing.
It was impossible to tell what they were going to do.
When the three brides were arranged to sit on the chairs and faced the small desks with their backs facing them, a bad premonition arose in their hearts.
In the next second, they heard the butler announce.
“The game is very simple. The family head asks a question, and the three couples answer it at the same time. If the answers are the same, one point will be recorded. Accumulating 10 points will count as the level of tacit understanding between husband and wife. Enter the inner hall and wait for the marriage ceremony!”
As soon as he finished speaking, the first person who wanted to die was Qi Yan.
Tacit Understanding?
What kind of joke was that? He and Tan Bengbeng did not have a tacit understanding. Their worldviews were almost completely different.
If not for his deep feelings, how would they have gotten to where they were today?
It would be best if old master Mo did not ask such a question as whether they loved each other or not. He was afraid that Tan Bengbeng would be the only one among the three brides who said that she did not love her husband. He could not bear such a blow.
His heart ached and he wanted to cry.
Mo Yongheng’s dark eyes turned slightly, and there seemed to be a hint of worry in his eyes.
Yu Yuehan remained calm.
The game began very soon.
The first question.
“Tell me the groom’s greatest strengths.”
Everyone heaved a sigh of relief when the question was asked.
They had thought too badly of Old Master Mo. Indeed, after the old man had been gravely ill, he had become kind and amiable.
Such a question was too simple.
Qi Yan felt that he would not be able to finish writing down his strengths even if he were given three pieces of paper.
He would write a little more, and Tan Bengbeng could answer any one of them, and they would all be the same.
