Yu Zhiming smiled and said: "For me, there is not much difference between closing my eyes and opening my eyes."

Qing Ning sat cross-legged on the bed wrapped in a quilt, and then said: "Husband, should the matchmaking youth gathering be held at home? Or should we find another venue?"

Yu Zhiming pondered and said: "Depends on the number of people, right? If it were held at home with only a dozen people, it wouldn't be so formal."

He calculated again and said: "Shui Su, Sisi, Zhou Mo, and Shen Qi, Sui Chi, and Duan Yi from my team."

"There are only six people here. Call Xiaobo and his girlfriend to help take care of them."

"How many people can you call over there?"

Yu Zhiming emphasized: "Call a few more men."

Qing Ning pondered and said: "I mobilized all the relationships between the seven aunts and eight aunts and called ten young people with good conditions. It shouldn't be a big problem."

She stretched out her little fist and said: "Fight this time to get rid of all these dangerous time bombs."

Suddenly, Qing Ning started whining in pain again.

Yu Zhiming's expression changed, and he reached out to touch Qing Ning's smooth belly.

"Where does it hurt? Where does it hurt?"

The next moment, Yu Zhiming's vision went dark and he was covered by a thin quilt.
Chapter completed!