Suddenly, a headache surged up, along with a strong feeling that tonight was likely to be a restless night.
Sure enough, after Lin Mubai saw a few familiar cars in his driveway, he quickly understood. Casting a warning glance at the two people in the back seat, he didn’t say a word, got out of the car, and opened the door of the passenger seat: "Wife, take it slow."
The gentle and soft voice made Lan Xinru and Zhao Tianchen, who were still sitting in the car, shiver all over.
The first feeling Lin Mubai had when he walked his wife into his own house was that there were a lot of heads. His steps hesitated for a mont before he stepped forward, but his warning gaze swept over each face without missing a single one.
Good, very good, except for the two on their honeymoon abroad, everyone was here tonight.
Everyone felt chilled by Young Master Lin’s gaze, as though despite the warmth inside, there was a cold draft.
Lan Yiqing, who had been waiting at ho all day for her daughter-in-law, finally saw her and quickly ca forward.
"Nannan, are you tired?" Lan Yiqing had been longing for her son to get married ever since he was born, and today her dream had finally co true, so the excitent in her heart was beyond words.
In her excitent, she even overlooked the pink attire on her son, though that didn’t an that others did.
Lin Haotian walked up to his son, a suppressed smile in his eyes: "Mu Bai, you’ve finally decided to wear pink, huh? Not bad, it looks good." There’s no need to think twice to know this must be the work of his daughter-in-law.
With Lin Haotian leading the way, the discussion in the living room swiftly focused on the pink-clad Young Master Lin.
Han Xiayang: Boss, pink really suits you.
Lan Luo: Brother Mubai, are you going for the warm man style now? Even wearing pink.
Lan Xinxixi: Jeez, a man looking more flamboyant than a woman, Lin Mubai, you’re sothing else.
Yu Wenhao: Not bad, not bad, a pink little pretty boy, quite the charr.
Afterward, even the Lin Family elders, Mr. Lin and Old Madam Lin, joined in the teasing of their grandson.
Mr. Lin: I say, Mubai, you’re a married man now; don’t dress so provocatively.
Old Madam Lin: Haha, my grandson is quite handso, isn’t he? Look how tender that little face is.
With every word spoken, Lin Mubai’s face grew gloomier. Before he could lose his temper, the ultimate boss, Lan Yiqing, also noticed the pink shirt on her son. Ignoring her daughter-in-law for the mont, she walked right up and began pinching her son’s face.
"Wow, wow, wow, son, you’re so cute today." Before long, Lin Mubai’s fair face was all red from Lan Yiqing’s pinching. At that mont, everyone wished they could take Lan Yiqing’s place to give Young Master Lin’s adorable face a good squeeze, though this remained a silent wish that no one dared act upon.
At this, Lin Mubai almost coughed up blood and forgot himself. Cute? A dignified twenty-five-year-old man being called cute, he angrily seized the hands pinching his face, a trace of warning in his voice.
"Mom, cut it out, will you?" Did she really take him for a little kid, pinching his face in front of everyone?
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