80s: Little Sweet Wife

The shepherd's purse dumplings made by Grandma Yang were particularly delicious, and they were not big. She had a small mouth like Meimei, and it was just one bite. ~~щww~suimеng~lā

"I'll serve you another bowl." Grandma Yang said with a smile.

Meimei was a little hesitant. Dumplings are really delicious, but her stomach is so big, should she eat it or not?

Yan Mingshun opened his mouth and replied, "Don't eat it, her appetite is very small, and her stomach hurts after eating too much."

Grandma Yang withdrew her hand when she heard it, feeling a little pity, to say that this girl is good, but her body is a little thin, her chest is not big and her **** is a little small, and she doesn't know if she will be able to give birth smoothly in the future. ?

But the old lady soon figured it out again. Now that medicine is developed, natural birth cannot be a caesarean section!

It doesn't affect her holding her grandson! ..

"Ming Shun, do you think you have time to meet your in-laws? The rules can't be broken." Grandma Yang reminded.

Even if there is no banquet for the time being, it is still necessary to obtain a certificate. Even if it is legally entering the Yan family's door, the proper rules must be followed, and the Zhao family cannot be told that their Yan family has no manners.

The dark-faced Yan Houde's eyes lit up. If the in-laws of the two sides meet, he must be present. At that time, he will be able to eat at the same table with Zhao Yinghua, and he may even meet the old chief Zhao!

Mr. Yan also nodded, saying that he would take some time to visit the Zhao family in Kyoto to discuss the marriage.

Yan Mingshun saw through Yan Houde's thoughts at a glance, and the corners of his lips were slightly sarcastic, but what he thought was quite beautiful!

"Don't worry about your second old man. My foster father will take care of these trivial matters. We don't need to go to our family." Yan Mingshun said.

Mr. Yan frowned and asked angrily, "Then there will be no banquets in Tianjin City?"

"Of course not. When Meimei graduates from University, it will be held in Kyoto first, and then back in Tianjin." Yan Mingshun planned it early in the morning, and he will give his beloved girl a grand and unforgettable wedding.

When Old Man Yan heard that he would come to Tianjin to do it again, his brows relaxed and he no longer bothered about the wedding. He and the old woman were not too young, so some things were ignored!

Yan Houde was very anxious and couldn't help but say, "How can you let your foster father take care of such a big thing as an outsider? There are no rules."

"How could my adoptive father be an outsider? In my heart, he is more important than you." Yan Mingshun said coldly.

Yan Houde choked, his chest was blocked in panic, and he cursed with hatred: "Fart, who gave birth to you and raised you? You are a black heart, I will beat you to death..."

"My mother gave birth to me~www.readwn.com~ I was raised by my grandparents, and it was my foster father who taught me to grow up. You only have a negative effect in my life."

Yan Houde was trembling with anger, the flesh on his cheeks twitched, the veins were bulging, and he looked disgusting.

"I knew you were a black-hearted little beast. You should have been soaking in the toilet when you were born."

Meimei grabbed Yan Mingshun and said, "No matter how dark you are, you can't compare to you. Brother Mingshun's mother was killed by you. You still have the face to show that Brother Shun has a black heart?"

Scolding her man in front of her, huh, can't you treat her as dead?

The corners of Yan Mingshun's lips were slightly curved, and An Ran enjoyed the protection of her brows. She lowered her head and continued to eat dumplings. The taste was really good.

Yan Houde was gasping for breath, his face was ashen, as if he was going to eat people, Mr. Yan coughed heavily, awakening Yan Houde who was so angry that he was unconscious, and hurriedly retracted the fist that was about to be thrown out, breaking out in a cold sweat.

If he beat up Zhao Yinghua's daughter, would he still see the sun tomorrow?