Mr.Yan's spoiled little wife

The old lady said, and josing saw a piece of brightly colored ribs being sandwiched into her bowl.

"Thank you, grandma. I can't finish eating too much." looking at the hill piled up in the bowl, josin quickly waved her hand and refused.

"Si ye, you're old enough. When are you going to have children? Don't tell me to play for a few more years."

The banquet master finally didn't need to urge marriage anymore, and then put urging to hold his great grandson on the agenda.

"Let it be. Grandpa, don't worry. We'll let you have a little grandson."

Banquet Secretary ye took the fish from josin's bowl, put it into his own bowl and shared the hill in the bowl for her.

"Xinxin, you are married to our family. We parents don't want you to do anything else. Give us a little grandson as soon as possible. My grandparents are old and don't know how many years they can accompany you." the old man raised his hand and stroked his face.

Josin looked at the scene with a trace of sadness. Why did grandpa cry?

Josin was at a loss for a moment. Why didn't everyone move?

"Grandpa, don't worry. Let's cheer and work hard! We won't let you down."

Unable to bear grandpa's sorrow, josin immediately made a firm promise, and even squeezed a small fist to comfort grandpa who was "crying".

Hearing josin's promise, the people in the restaurant burst into laughter for a moment. Little girl, it's really cheating!

Everyone in the family knows that the old man is an old urchin. Will the founder of Yan's company shed tears for such a small thing?

It's just that silly josin will be fooled.

The old lady sitting next to him squinted and glanced at the banquet master: Oh, drama!

The dinner was very enjoyable. Josin ate the fullest dinner under the enthusiastic food of the people, rubbed his little stomach and walked into the room of the banquet Secretary night.

Banquet Secretary night, who was processing documents on his desk, watched josin come in. Looked up at her movements: "are you fat?"

How can you bear that?

"I'm not fat!" the tone was raised eight degrees. Josin retorted very seriously, staring at the banquet night addicted to work without blinking.

How did he say that?

"Really?" the banquet Secretary answered the words in a perfunctory way. He didn't even look up at josin's action. He kept tapping the keyboard of his notebook.

"What's the matter with being fat? Eating your rice?" Qiao Xin looked at the perfunctory look of the banquet secretary at night and couldn't help whispering, wondering whether he was really fat.

Touch your waist, no fat, good, she's not fat!

The banquet secretary, who was processing the documents, stopped the action on the keyboard and looked at her.

The blue light of the computer shines on Yan Siye's face. His noble face is more perfect. Yan Siye's eyes stare at Qiao Xin, which makes her feel guilty.

The dinner at the banquet secretary's house is really delicious. It's delicious. I can't wait to swallow it with my tongue.

"Although I had a meal, it was difficult for my grandparents to be gracious!" josin bowed her head and remembered the big fish and meat tonight. She was really gracious!

Looking at Joe Xin's small head hanging, banquet Secretary Ye smiled faintly: "there is a gym at the end of the corridor on the second floor. If you feel uncomfortable, go running and sleep comfortably after exercise."

Josin looked at the big bed in the room, pointed to the big bed and looked at Yan Siye: "running will be discussed later. Why is there only one bed in your room?"