Chapter 200 Hold a Wedding?

Jiang Mian finished writing the list with deft movements, and when Jiang Mian picked it up, she saw it was quite long. "Okay, I know."

Song Yin poked his head to take a look, and asked uncertainly, "What are you going to do? You're not going to avenge me, are you? That would be too embarrassing..."

Jiang Mian glanced at him, "What are you thinking? I'll let the teachers talk to them. If they don't work, then we'll find the parents. You just stay home for two days to clear your head. When you go back to school, don't sleep, concentrate, and if something happens again, remember to speak up."

With that, she got up. Sitting for too long always felt uncomfortable.

Song Yin lowered his head and muttered something in a low voice that she couldn't hear clearly.

But it didn't matter, she didn't expect the child to be grateful.

The first episode of the variety show they recorded was out, and she hadn't had time to watch it yet.

She carried a plate of snacks back to her room, opened her tablet, and sat on the sofa to click on the variety show.

Ji Zhixiu walked in from the door, "Finished talking?"

Jiang Mian hummed, "Finished. I'm watching the new variety show."

"Want me to join you?"

Jiang Mian tilted her head back and stuffed a french fry into his mouth, "Not busy?"

"Finished."

Always busy, busy, busy. He was human too, and wanted to rest.

"Then come sit."

The sofa sank as Ji Zhixiu put his arm around her shoulders, "The new variety show is airing?"

"Yes, the travel variety show we recorded last time."

The VIP membership skipped the ads directly. Jiang Mian paused and kicked him, "Go pull the curtains."

Ji Zhixiu got up and obediently pulled the curtains shut.

Jiang Mian was quite satisfied, "This way it feels more atmospheric."

She lay on her side and snuggled into the man's arms. Ji Zhixiu lowered his eyes to look at her, "You seem to have gained weight recently."

Jiang Mian sighed, "Indulged."

Although Mother Ji didn't interfere with her, she often sent some of her homemade delicacies for her to eat.

Jiang Mian liked them very much. Mother Ji really put in effort, and they were all to her taste.

She liked eating even more. She let Ji Zhixiu finish whatever she couldn't eat.

Then she didn't work, and was very lazy, so she had indeed gained a few pounds.

Ji Zhixiu curved his lips, "It's okay, gaining a little weight makes you look even better."

The two of them focused on watching the variety show. Jiang Mian liked to have the bullet comments on.

She pointed to the bullet comments, "I like this comment."

Ji Zhixiu glanced over, "I like it too."

This was clearly posted by Jiang Mian's fans.

Jiang Mian liked it. When she saw the scene where they were chatting, and Jiang Mian mentioned the proposal,

Ji Zhixiu asked her, "Shall we have a wedding?"

His tone was casual, as if he had just seen it and was mentioning it.

Jiang Mian yawned and said straightforwardly, "No wedding."

Ji Zhixiu frowned, "Why?"

"Tired."

Ji Zhixiu met her gaze, "I'll handle everything, you just need to show up."

Jiang Mian didn't know when she started becoming so indifferent.

Because of the broadcast of the TV series, she gained many fans, and at the same time, many anti-fans and malicious competition.

She saw it, but was too lazy to deal with it.

Her whole attitude was one of indifference. She didn't know if this situation was good or not.

But she was very satisfied with her current state. Having the dramas she liked to film, and having the person she loved by her side, was good enough.

So, she really didn't care whether they had a wedding or not.

Unexpectedly, Ji Zhixiu was quite persistent. Fearing he would misunderstand, Jiang Mian pushed herself up from his lap, "When I recorded this show, I really didn't have the intention of you holding a wedding for me."

Although it seemed that online, people were already calling for Ji Zhixiu to hold a make-up wedding for Jiang Mian.

"But I have this intention," Ji Zhixiu said.

He had indeed overlooked this. The situation at the time had forced his hand, and he hadn't considered it.