Fallen by the Pillow: The Five Years of Being Occupied

"What kind of fate do you want? Do you want to make everyone unhappy like your elder brother?" Su Peiqin couldn't see him being so perfunctory, and always felt that things should be prevented before they happen. She said earnestly: "I don't want to care You, but marriage is related to the reputation of the family. With my son's conditions, there is no such thing as a good girl. I have to persistently choose that vixen. She is now recognized by your father as a daughter. Whether it is true or not, it is you Sister, don't make trouble until your father's place doesn't look good in the end."

It's not that Su Peiqin doesn't know everything. She knows better than anyone else that her two sons are unhappy because of Lin Jiyue. It is precisely because of this that she hates Lin Jiyue so much.Not only did her mother steal her husband's heart, but she also flirted with her two sons. How could such a girl be worthy of being her daughter-in-law.

Today, she deliberately dismissed Licheng and Weihan to talk to Tianyao about this matter. Licheng has already been quiet, and she has to introduce someone to Tianyao as soon as possible, lest Lin Jiyue wants to see each other again.

Zhuang Tianyao knew that his mother was reminding him, if he agreed, nothing would happen, if he refused, there might be another trick.

He didn't say yes or no, but instead changed the subject and asked, "Mom, why hasn't the marriage between eldest brother and Jing been done yet? I'm still waiting to drink their wedding wine."

"Yao!" Su Peiqin frowned in displeasure, her face turned pale in an instant, thinking of her eldest son's marriage, her heart felt like something was torn.

Zhuang Tianyao knew enough was enough, got up and sat down next to his mother, holding her arm intimately, flattering her like he did something wrong when he was a child: "Mom, it's my fault, I said something wrong, hit me!" said Then he really took her hand and knocked on his head.

Su Peiqin laughed angrily, glared at him and said, "What are you doing beating you? I really don't have any peace of mind!"

Zhuang Tianyao giggled, seeing that he had achieved his goal, he stood up and said, "Mom, I'm a little tired after a day's meetings, I'm going to rest first, good night." He stopped after taking two steps, without looking back, and continued: "Mom, our family's threshold seems to be higher than others, but they may not care about these things, maybe they even look down on your son! So you, don't worry too much."

These words really made Su Peiqin startled in disbelief. What does son mean?Is their family still disgusted?

It really is.

Zhuang Tianyao suffers from insomnia again, tossing and turning, in fact, what bothers him is not the pressure from his family, but Lin Jiyue's attitude, no matter what he does, she always refuses, obviously she is determined not to get along with him , what else can he do?

The next day he got up very early, and just as he went downstairs, he heard Aunt Fang's voice: "Oh, my little ancestor, don't cry, it breaks my heart..."

He listened carefully, and sure enough, he heard whimpering, and went down the spiral staircase into the dining room. It turned out that his little niece Beibei was crying. He frowned, picked her up and kissed her, and then asked Aunt Fang, "What's going on?" Woolen cloth?"

Before Aunt Fang could answer, Bei Bei pouted and said, "Mom lied, she said she would take me to the zoo, but she won't!" How could he be willing to make her sad?

"Where's my cousin?" He asked while wiping Beibei's tears carefully.

Aunt Fang said: "Isn't this going to be a performance soon? I was called to the art troupe early in the morning, and it seems that there is a performance arrangement."

Zhuang Tianyao nodded in understanding, and then Aunt Fang patted Beibei's head distressedly, and went back to the kitchen to work.

The millet porridge on the dining table was still warm, Zhuang Tianyao wanted to coax his niece to eat, but he, an old man, had never done such a thing before, and he couldn't find the way out. He was a child at heart, and if the agreement with the adults was not fulfilled, he would He was not happy, and refused to take a bite of whatever he said. Tears still hung in his small black eyes, which was pitiful.