80s: Little Sweet Wife

With Yan Xinya pressing down, the atmosphere of the dinner was relatively harmonious. Yan Xinya couldn't help serving Yan Mingshun. She became more satisfied with her future son-in-law. The daughter is wholeheartedly good. ◢Щщш.sUimEnG.lā

Such a good son-in-law is hard to find even with a lantern!

"Mingshun, are you twenty-four this year?" Yan Xinya asked with concern.

"Yes, I will be twenty-four next month."

Yan Mingshun replied respectfully, but his mind kept spinning. According to the word, it is not impossible to overthrow it!

You have to think carefully!

"Twenty-four years old is not too young. She is almost twenty in the blink of an eye. It's not a solution for you to drag on like this. Do you have any ideas?" Yan Xinya finally mentioned the business.

She thought very simply, and her husband's worries were not superfluous. Yan Mingshun, who was full of energy, looked at this charming beauty every day, how long could he hold it back?

Instead of waiting for them to kill people, it's better to get their names right sooner!

She believes in Yan Mingshun's character anyway, and she will be good to her daughter when she gets married. The most important thing is that she can have a baby when she gets married. She has painted eyebrows and the baby born by Yan Mingshun countless times, baby boy There are female babies, and I even fantasized about twins, triplets, and quadruplets, but considering the safety of my daughters, I didn't dare to think about it.

"Cough cough cough..."

Zhao Yinghua and Zhao Xuelin coughed at the same time, their face flushed and their necks thick, interrupting Yan Xinya's reverie.

marry?

Bullshit!

Yan Mingshun laughed secretly, glanced at the father and son lightly, then turned to Yan Xinya, and said sincerely, "I originally planned to get married when Meimei turned twenty..."

Yan Xinya smiled with satisfaction, it was good to have a plan.

"But..." Yan Mingshun changed the conversation, the smile on Yan Xinya's face disappeared, and her expression became unpleasant.

Could it be that she misunderstood Yan Mingshun?

Zhao Yinghua is extremely guilty. If his wife knows the documents, will he be punished for sleeping on the floor?

"Wife eats a piece of pork ribs, wife, your craftsmanship is getting better and better." Zhao Yinghua graciously brought a piece of garlic pork ribs to Yan Xinya, trying to divert the topic.

Zhao Xuelin also scooped a bowl of fish soup to show his filial piety, "Mom drinks fish soup, women drink fish soup for beauty, you drink more!"

Yan Mingshun sneered to himself, wanting to reveal it so easily? ..

no way!

Meimei turned a blind eye to the dark tide on the dining table, nibbling on the ribs with relish, but her ears were pointed.

Yan Mingshun said, "Two years ago, when I was young and energetic, I asked Uncle Zhao to flicker and sign a letter, guaranteeing that Meimei would not get married before graduating from university. Aunt Yan, you know who I am. I've always followed my word, so I..."

There was a deep sense of grievance in his tone~www.readwn.com~ with a look of reluctance.

Only then did Yan Xinya understand what was going on, and looked at the father and son coldly, both of them lowered their heads and ate the rice with big mouthfuls.

"I knew Mingshun you are a good boy, eat more dishes, these are all your favorites."

Yan Xinya didn't talk about marriage anymore. In front of her future son-in-law, she still had to take care of her husband's face. After a while, she went back to the room and tortured the guy. How dare you do such a big thing behind her back?

Your knees are itchy, right?

Zhao Yinghua secretly complained, his wife must be reluctant to punish his son, and the anger is definitely directed at him alone!

Do you want to take the initiative to apply for a business trip to avoid it?

"Aunt Yan, I specially brought these durians from Thailand. They will taste better after a few days. I will send them after you finish eating them."

After the meal, Yan Mingshun said goodbye to go home, graciously presented him with carefully selected durians, and Shang also brought blue durians. He glanced at Zhao Yinghua meaningfully, and the corners of his lips rose.