Chapter 2255 Wedding

I have to say that girls sometimes have an ability that most men don't have.

She always calls you at some important time.

When you are on a business trip, you can't sleep in the long night, looking at the phone on the bedside table, wondering whether to answer it or answer it when it rings; when you go out for a social event, you unexpectedly chat with a girl and want to make a phone call...

Or when you get off work early but don't want to go home to watch the flowers bloom and listen to the cats meowing, you want to find a place to temporarily put your restless little heart...

When the phone rings, you startled, and sure enough, it was her phone call.

Of course, their innate talents must meet certain conditions to be activated, usually people and things they care about - this is actually very remarkable.

Feng Yiping felt this way at this time, "You got up early enough today,"

"I'm going to patrol the store later, of course I have to get up early, oh, I'm having breakfast now,"

-Look, she was having breakfast and suddenly remembered to make a phone call.

Feng Yiping heard the sound of her eating, as well as the familiar noises, the sound of walking, the sound of pulling stools, the sound of eating, the sound of chopsticks and spoons hitting bowls, the sound of car horns...

And "Boss, a bowl of Hongmen noodles", "Boss, chicken shit vine", "... fresh fish porridge, sour cake,"...

Although it was less than two hours after dinner, Feng Yiping not only felt hungry, but also drooled in his mouth.

This hotel is high-end and the scenery is also beautiful, but it is too deserted.

At this time, the lights are bright, and there is no one on the beach as bright as day. There are still a few people gathered in the bar to drink; there are some guys in the cigar room who gather together to do what men like to do-playing cards; those who are like Page, who brought their girlfriends or wives and are somewhat interested at this time, will be bored in the dance hall; others? They look like Feng Yiping, hiding in the room.

The smell of fireworks on the other end of the phone made him feel more intimate, but also more hungry. "Wait a minute, I'll make a call first."

"Are you busy now?"

"No, I'm hungry when I hear you eating."

"Hehe, I'm eating baoluo noodles and pig intestines, do you want to have a bite?"

"Stop talking, my mouth is watering."

"Hehe," Zhang Yan heard Feng Yiping mumbling in English for a long time, and finally said to her, "I ordered a seafood noodle, which is better than nothing."

"After talking for a long time, you only ordered this? Where are you? The conditions are so bad,"

Hehe, Feng Yiping couldn't help laughing. Sometimes, there is really no difference between being too good and too bad.

For example, he wants to eat a simple bowl of pickled cabbage and shredded pork noodles now, and this will definitely not satisfy him.

The people in charge of the wedding did carefully purchase Chinese noodles, but there was really no Chinese pickled cabbage, because in the eyes of the people in charge of preparing the wedding, people like Boss Feng obviously don't like to eat that stuff.

Here are the best ingredients in the world, not to mention the French black truffles and Russian caviar... Even the rare blue lobsters are prepared in large quantities, what else do you need a bicycle, oh, what else do you need sauerkraut?

"I'm on an island in the Bahamas, surrounded by water and rarely visited..."

"Oh, I see, vacation, right?"

"No, I'm here to attend a wedding," Although this topic may cause unpleasantness, Feng Yiping decided to tell the truth.

Otherwise, who knows how many lies he will have to tell to make up for it in the future.

Besides, now is the time to use such a topic to test her attitude.

Sure enough, there was silence for a while, "Really, whose wedding?"

"Brin, that's..."

"Oh, the founder of Google who seems smarter," Zhang Yan said immediately.

Looks like he knows her well? "What about the other one?" Feng Yiping asked.

"The other one looks honest," Zhang Yan said.

This understanding is indeed superficial.

"Where's Jingping? Isn't she with you?"

"She just feels a little uncomfortable these two days," Feng Yiping could only continue to use this excuse to prevaricate. Fortunately, even if Zhang Yan calls to greet her later, Huang Jingping will also say this reason.

"On an island? Did he book the entire island?"

It seems that she is not unfamiliar with the style of European and American rich people.

"Yes, it must be kept secret. There are still ships patrolling on the sea to prevent anyone from approaching,"

"Hey," Zhang Yan seemed to be interested, "What kind of wedding are they going to hold?"

"I don't know the details, but the tone is definitely Jewish," Feng Yiping only knew this.

The whole family of Brin, including his grandmother who is over 80 years old, have arrived on the island. The most important part of this wedding must be very traditional.

"However, there should be special arrangements,"

Otherwise, he would not have kept it secret now.

"Jewish style? I don't know much," Zhang Yan said.

She probably rarely noticed that Brin was Jewish.

"I don't know much either," Feng Yiping said, "I'll tell you later, but have you thought about what kind of wedding to hold?"

When asking this question, he was careful.

This time, Zhang Yan did not remain silent, but paused for a moment before saying, "This... I really haven't thought about it."

Feng Yiping estimated that she must be holding a phone in one hand and chopsticks in the other, and maybe the chopsticks were placed next to her mouth, blinking her eyes and looking outside.

It's not that he hasn't thought about it, but he is thinking about it.

He thought about the ones he had seen with his own eyes before, the ones he had secretly designed, and the new ones he had seen in various media later, including the luxurious ones Feng Yiping was experiencing now.

"Do you think the original idea may need to be revised?" Feng Yiping asked with a smile.

He remembered the only marriage in his two lives, when he was pushed forward when he bowed to each other, and the two of them bumped into each other.

"No, I just think that some of the ways nowadays are really novel, such as getting married by diving under the sea, or getting married by parachuting from a plane,"

Uncle Feng, who is no longer young and has experienced many vicissitudes of life, feels like a young man again. He said in a particularly silly tone, "It can be combined together. First, parachute to the beach, and then dive to the bottom of the water to get married,"

"Will it be too much trouble... Oh, I have to go, no more,"

Listening to the beeping sound on the phone, Feng Yiping was very depressed. He had talked so much before, couldn't he say a few more words about such a key topic?

"Ding Dong," the doorbell rang, it should be the meal he ordered.

But he didn't seem to want to eat it now.

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Silicon Valley, it was just after get off work, and it was also the time when Mantingfangli started to serve customers, but Huang Jingping did not stay in the restaurant. She brought a few prepared dishes-this is the advantage of opening a restaurant, picked up Amanda, and drove all the way to the house on the outskirts of Los Gatos.

Amanda was very happy, "Hey, I'm going to see my brother again."

Soon after they arrived, Ma Ling arrived with Vincent, "Sorry, something happened at the company to delay us."

When Feng Yiping was not around, they would sometimes take their children to the park, sometimes go to Huang Jingping's office in Mantingfang for dinner, and a few times, they would stay here with their children.

In short, this place where Feng Yiping occasionally stayed was a very suitable third place for them to meet.

This was something Feng Yiping had never thought of when he bought this place.

The two little guys were now hand in hand, "Amanda, look, this is the handicraft I made,"

Amanda immediately shouted, "Wow, it's really great,"

Huang Jingping felt a little funny, and it was not easy for her to get such praise from her daughter now.

While she and Ma Ling were putting the dishes on the table, she whispered, "Sometimes, I wonder if these two guys understand something, so they have such a good relationship,"

Based on the current situation, the good relationship between the two little guys will obviously have a good promoting effect on their unstable situation.

"No way," Ma Ling looked at the two kids, "They are so young,"

But seeing the two little guys playing happily, she felt that it was a bit too much. When she was a child, Annie and I would quarrel at any time, and even now, we would fight each other.

But when these two children were together, the friendship and intimacy were simply the template that parents with two or more children in the world always yearned for.

She wanted to say, is it because his genes are too strong?

But it was obviously not easy to say such words.

"Maybe, you can have another child? Have another child and see if Amanda is still like this," she said.

"We are all sisters," Huang Jingping said with a smile.

Ma Ling also smiled. At least they were not as friendly to their younger sisters as these two children.

"How about you have another child?" Huang Jingping said, "If you have another child, Vincent will also be a brother,"

"Haha, I really don't have the energy," Ma Ling said.

If you don't have another child, how can I have another child?

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At night, the moon was at its zenith. The two children were sleeping soundly on the sofa covered with blankets. The two mothers were sitting on the sofa opposite, holding wine glasses, with candlelight flickering (so as not to disturb the children's sleep). Both of them had red cheeks.

Huang Jingping looked at the watery moonlight outside the window, and thought of Feng Yiping who should have fallen asleep in the Bahamas at this time, and Zhang Yan who should be busy in several bakeries at this time. Finally, her eyes fell on Ma Ling's face, "Ma Ling, have you thought about what kind of wedding to hold?"

Ma Ling paused, "I thought about it before..."

The conversation in the room was intense, and the breeze outside the window brought the melodious and long bird calls from the mountain.

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"Tell me, how did they get here?" The next night, Huang Jingping, who was packing for Feng Yiping, stood there in surprise.

"You heard it right," Feng Yiping said with a smile, "We took a boat to the uninhabited island opposite the hotel island. On the sandbar there, a Hebrew-style wedding tent had already been set up,"

"I was also surprised at the time. We were all there, the bride and groom, and the best man and bridesmaid, but the boat stopped on our side before they arrived. There was no boat on the other side, and they definitely wouldn't come by helicopter,"

"Then we saw Brin and Annie, with the best man and bridesmaid, come out of the hotel and walk directly to the beach. Then, they actually entered the water one by one and swam over,"

"Wearing swimsuits?" Huang Jingping asked in disbelief.

"Of course, do you still swim in a suit and wedding dress? You have to be able to swim,"

"Is it still a traditional Jewish wedding?"

"The host was not Jewish, but some characteristics of the traditional Jewish wedding were combined,"

"For example, Brin stepped on a glass,"

"Stepping on a glass? What does that mean?"

"That's a very important part, representing loyalty to marriage,"

However, this guy was obviously not very loyal later.

Of course, he didn't even take Kingsoft public at that time, so no one called him Lei Junsi. He might not have thought that Brin's divorce would bring him a vice president who was a senior executive of Google to Xiaomi.

That guy was also very miserable, his girlfriend was taken away by his boss.

"Wear a swimsuit to get married, okay?" Huang Jingping said.

"What do you want to wear to get married?" Feng Yiping hugged her.

Huang Jingping brushed her hair nonchalantly, "Why get married when the child is this old?"

Feng Yiping selectively ignored her words, "Let's think about what style of wedding photos we want to take. Oh, I heard that there is a very avant-garde style now."

Huang Jingping was indeed a little interested, "What style?"

"It's the kind of style that is very natural in order to leave good memories for the future."

"Very natural style?" Huang Jingping was puzzled.

"It's the same style as on the nude beach."

Huang Jingping finally understood what style he was talking about in a roundabout way, "Go to hell!"

She pushed Feng Yiping away, "To take wedding photos like that, let alone doors, there are no windows,"

"Haha, spare me, I understand,"

Feng Yiping naturally didn't really want to take wedding photos in that style. He tried to find out that Huang Jingping at least had some ideas about taking wedding photos.

This must be satisfied no matter what.

Amanda ran in, "Mom, don't hit Dad,"

"Okay, then I'll hit you,"

"Ah, don't, I'm so cute, Dad, Dad, save me,"