Born to be together: this president is so perverted

"Boy, have you seen the girl? What do you think? If it's appropriate, you'll get the certificate directly in a few days." as soon as the phone was connected, Han Shengyang directly asked to force marriage, regardless of Han Zhifan's unhappy tone.

Han Zhifan suddenly stopped and maintained the action of opening the door. Xinchang's back was slightly stiff. He was silent for a while, "Grandpa, I don't have any plans to get married now."

Han Shengyang was so angry with his perfunctory excuse that he couldn't breathe freely and covered his chest. "When have you planned to get married in recent years? If you talk to a woman, you will have a paralyzed face that others owe you tens of millions."

Turning around, Han Zhifan went to the balcony of the box. His tone was slightly flattering and begging for mercy, which was far from the usual coldness, "Grandpa, wait."

"I can rely on you for everything else, but this one can't!" Han Shengyang didn't mean to compromise and let Han Zhifan continue to wait. He didn't know when he could see his granddaughter-in-law!

Han Shengyang paused for a moment and sighed. A trace of heartache flashed through his turbid old eyes, and his voice softened.

"It's so complicated. Grandpa has stepped into the coffin with one foot. He won't live long. I don't have any requirements for you. I just hope to see you get married and have children with your own eyes. You won't be so lonely as you are now."

His grandson is the object of everyone's admiration. Everyone can only see his bright side, but few people know the sadness and hard work behind him.

Han Zhifan held up his mobile phone and looked down at the traffic below. He couldn't see his thoughts clearly.

Seeing his silence, Han Shengyang said, "grandpa doesn't want you to be affected by that thing five years ago. It's their fault. Let go."

Five years ago, Han Zhifan was in a trance in the eyes of a very distant word. He sipped his mouth and his voice was still cold, "I know."

Han Shengyang mentioned it for the first time in so many years. There was a tear on his face full of vicissitudes of years. He raised his thick fingers to erase the tears, and became the old man who broke his heart for his grandson. "It's so complicated. Just be your grandfather, please, and get married with a girl."

The almost pleading tone made Han Zhifan feel a little unbearable at the bottom of his heart. His lips moved several times before he made a sound. There was a trace of desolation in the sound, "Grandpa, is it right to get married?"

"Marriage is right or wrong, and it is run by oneself. For example, people know the cold and warm by drinking water. The failure of their marriage does not mean that all marriages will fail." Han Shengyang knew that he would ask this, which meant to let go. After thinking about it, he began to tell him the information he knew.

"I've seen that girl twice. She looks beautiful and gentle, kind-hearted, clever, sensible and lively. She complements your character and won't be bored when living together. She's very suitable for people like you who have little facial paralysis."

Han Zhifan turned around and looked at the woman standing in front of the coffee table. His dark eyes began to look at her inch by inch. He saw that the girl's long hair was braided into a fishbone braid, her beautiful cheeks were white and pink, no powder, and her bright red lips touched his eyes and smiled at him.

In particular, her eyes looking forward to Shenghui are particularly clear and bright.

He looked at Xu Wuyou and asked, "Grandpa, do you like her very much?"

It seems that as long as grandpa says he likes it, he will marry the girl.

"Not only I like it, but also you will like it." Grandpa said with a firm face.

"Numerous, have you forgotten those black days? You don't love yourself, but grandpa loves you." Han Shengyang said, with some moist corners of his eyes and strong regret and heartache on his face after the vicissitudes of life.

Han Zhifan didn't speak. In his dark eyes, there was a strange flicker. The light of his eyes was fixed. Xu Suiyan's words flashed in his mind: appropriate rites of the Duke of Zhou can alleviate the pain

Xu Wuyou, who was standing on one side, was delighted to see the man walking and coming back. When he looked at him, he smiled at him and stood at the coffee table waiting for the man. She waited for a while. The man looked at her with dark eyes, said "good" to the person on the other side of the phone, cut off the phone and came over.

When the man came to her, Xu Wuyou was still thinking about what the word "good" meant until he asked, "can you promise anything?".

"Yes." Xu Wuyou answered positively and forcefully. As a professional real estate consultant, no matter how unreasonable the requirements are, she will try her best to meet the customers' requirements.

"It's best." Han Zhifan looked at Xu Wuyou with deep eyes. In his dark eyes, he relaxed like a relieved burden, "let's go."

"Where to go? To see the house?" Xu Wuyou immediately smiled and kept up with the man. "Sir, the villa is really excellent. You will like it."

Xu Wuyou forgot that she came on a blind date today and only wanted to sell the villa to earn tickets.

Han Zhifan glanced at Xu Wuyou, who looked like a fool, and said faintly, "Civil Affairs Bureau."

"Sir, are you getting married? It doesn't matter. The villa is very warm and suitable for newlyweds." Xu Wuyou seemed to see red banknotes waving to her, with a touch of lightness.

"Forget? You didn't propose to me just now." Han Zhifan stopped, turned around and asked coldly.

Xu Wuyou followed Han Zhifan's footsteps. He didn't expect him to stop. When he bumped into his chest, his mind was full of the words "you didn't propose to me just now"?

Han Zhifan has always disliked women's physical contact with him, and the woman touched him twice in just 20 minutes. At the moment, he felt an uncontrollable chill in his heart and spoke in a cold tone. "I can't wait to throw myself into a hug before I get married!"

His words made Xu Wuyou an agitator quickly withdraw from his arms, rub his sour nose hurt by his chest, and quickly apologize, "I'm sorry, I didn't mean to."

Wait, he said he threw himself in his arms before he got married?

what do you mean? Is he willing to marry her?

"Do you want to marry me?" the idea of eager to get married lingered in her mind, causing her tone of voice to increase by several decibels.

"What do you say?" Han Zhifan didn't want to get married, but he had to compromise. Since the woman standing in front of him is satisfied with Grandpa, he is just as Grandpa wants.

But marriage without love.

But use her.