From time to time, he scratched his head, grabbed his hands, and clenched his face. Suddenly, he glanced at Yan Ning's invitation written by his mother and placed it next to her, looking at her only half a person away.

Yan Ning quietly looked up at Yan's mother, drinking tea, but didn't look at me, just right.

Yan Ning quietly reached out and moved a distance from his palm. He turned his head to see, and was still drinking tea. He continued to move forward, and there was still half the distance. After moving again, Yan Ning, who had poked out half of his body, finally touched Yan's mother's invitation.

Yan Ning's face was tense, but she couldn't help but smile.

The invitation in my hand is different from her luxurious red and gold installation. It is very fresh. There are a few purple flowers in the green bottom and corners. I can't tell what kind of flowers it is, but it looks very beautiful.

Yan Ning's hand hidden under the table secretly opened the invitation.

"Dong".

The hard texture of paper and the sound of the tabletop pounding.

Yan Ning lowered her head in confusion. Under the chair was the very fresh invitation, which was still so beautiful, but the key was that her mother had already looked up.

Did I pick it up very calmly and tell the beauty that it was blown to the ground by the wind, or should I bear it to the end and resolutely not pick it up?

Yan Ning couldn't help looking at Jixiang and Ruyi, and the two little maids stood behind Yan's mother and were "shaking".

Ruyi squeezed her eyes at her. What does it mean?

Yan Ning turned to look at the good luck.

Jixiang made her lips. The red lips that opened and closed were very conspicuous, but she still couldn't understand it.

In the end, I could only look at Yan's mother from the corner of my eyes.

Yan's mother has a black face, huh? Her face is black?

Yan Ning walked under the table and picked up the invitation, wiped the dust that did not exist on it with her sleeve, and then ran to Yan's mother happily.

"Mom, it was so strange that the invitations were blown to the ground just now."

As he said that, he handed the invitation in his hand, "Fortunately, An An found out and took it back in time."

"Well, good boy." Yan's mother praised with a smile, took the invitation and opened it.

Yan Ning stretched his neck and wanted to look at the words, but Yan's mother closed her hands and pressed the invitation to the teacup on the table next to her, "Mom, I understand, I will definitely protect it this time."

"Okay, go back and write your post. If it's too late, our invitation will not be sent out." Yan's mother smiled and patted Yan Ning's head, and Yan Ning turned around in disappointment.

Woo woo woo woo woo so sad!

Yan Ning was so sad that he lay on the table and continued to think hard. During this period, Yan's mother finished drinking two cups of tea, ate three pieces of red bean cake, and came to inspect three times.

Oh, so sad!

The whimpering Yan Ning finally frowned and wrote four big words.

...

Wen Mansion.

Wen Xiuting was a little confused when she knew that Yan's mother and Yan Ning invited him to visit, and was even more confused after receiving the invitation written by Yan Ning himself.

Can An'an write?

No, probably not.

When he carefully opened the red-bottomed gold edge in his hand, which was extremely luxurious and exquisite invitation, Wen Xiuting rubbed his eyebrows with a headache and poured himself two cups of tea. At such a young age, there was a sense of vicissitudes on his face.

After a long time of looking horizontally, left and right, and looking backwards, Wen Xiuting finally saw clearly what was written on this post, and saw four big words written on it, "If you have something to do, come quickly!"

A punctuation point like an earthworm was added in the middle, and there were three big exclamation marks behind it. After that, a portrait was drawn under the line of characters. Wen Xiuting guessed that this might be Yan Ning himself.

Wen Xiuting sighed speechlessly, "Isn't it just an invitation, why is it written like a letter of help?"

The confused Wen Xiuting put away the invitation in his hand, washed and went to bed to rest.

It was already dark outside, and he studied this invitation for an entire afternoon and one night, and now he just wanted to have a good sleep.

...

Early the next morning, Yan Ning got up early and directed Ruyi to comb her a flower bud head. Two small flower buds were pressed on her head. Yan Ning shook her head, well, it was very cute.

After changing into my favorite pink skirt, a pink and tender bun was born.

After breakfast, Wen Xiuting and Wen's mother came to the house.
Chapter completed!