Rebirth 90s: Sweetheart Cub

  Chapter 536 Waiting, I will marry you

   "Swear at people as you say, sick?" Yan Xi immediately choked, "Damn woman, don't hang up! Ma De, I really have a gift for you!"

   I don't know if it was his illusion, but the woman on the other end didn't say a word, but her breathing became heavy.

   "Don't women have to wear a wedding dress when they get married? I just passed by the bridal shop and saw a nice wedding dress. It's wide and inclusive, and it fits your short figure. I bought it for you?"

"Yanxi, you are born with a lack of chords, aren't you? My aunt wears the wedding dress you bought to marry. How is that different from wearing a cuckold for my husband? You just need to be normal, use your dog's mouth to ask , You don’t need to ask others, just ask yourself! When you marry your wife, your wife wears the wedding dress given by the companion in front of the bed. Feel your conscience and feel whether your head is green or not! Damn it’s not the wedding dress you gave me when you married me !"

"Dong Wangshu, are you **** out of your mind? I gave you a gift out of kindness, but you got angry. Were you a dog in your previous life, and you would bite when you caught someone? What do you want to do if the person you marry doesn't like you? Do you have such a metaphor? What kind of bed? Partner? The relationship between me and you is at most a one-night dewy love affair, and the **** evaporates at dawn. Thank you for being able to get the word "bed partner"! You are right, but you are not married I, Lao Tzu sent me a **** wedding dress. The prettiest one is mourning, you wear mourning clothes!"

  The other end hung up the phone with a click, obviously very angry.

  Yanxi was also mad with anger, kicked the accelerator and sped away, without even looking at the **** wedding dress.

  Bed partner?

  She actually said he was an ex-bed partner?

   Step on the horse on grass.

  People's bed partner is a long-term relationship anyway, is he good enough?

   He is a disposable tool at best!

   Also, who did she just call her husband?

  Have you received the certificate yet? Have a wedding?

   If you don’t have a license, you’re not legal. If you’re not legal, are you calling a ghost husband, and you’re so impatient?

   Yan Xi's mind was confused, and he held the steering wheel with the momentum of holding a sword.

  In the future, he will humiliate himself in front of Dong Wangshu, he is a dog!

  Yanxi is confident that she can do what she says, but reality always likes to slap those who are too confident.

  He let out the words, then rushed to Song's house to ask Fu Yanchi for some comfort, but he saw a room full of mournful faces.

  The Song family is not that big compared to the Yan family's villa. A few people are sitting on the sofa.

  At this moment, Song Yueliang and Fu Yanchi were both sitting on the sofa, both of them looked unhappy.

  Master Fu and Zhang Xifeng also frowned and sighed.

   "What's the matter? What happened to Qiqi?" Yan Xi's face sank, subconsciously thinking of Qiqi first.

   "It's not Qiqi, it's Jiang Zhengyang." Without further ado, Fu Yanchi threw the newspaper spread out on the low table to Yanxi.

  The news about Jiang Zhengyang happened to be on the front page, and the big headline was eye-catching—a shameful party held by a wealthy family, a carnival before marriage.

   Attached is the photo, the person in the center of the photo is Jiang Zhengyang, smiling wildly, hugging left and right, with boundless beauty.

  More eye-catching than the title, it is the salty pig's hand that Jiang Xiaokai put on the hot girl when he hugged him from left to right.

   It makes the whole picture look obscene and obscene.

  Yanxi's face became even more serious, and she crumpled the newspaper with one hand and threw it aside, "Did Dong Wangshu know about this?"

  Fu Yanchi looked at him like an idiot, "We all know it from far away in the capital, and Dong Dong Guicheng locals, don't you know?"

   "..." Yanxi curled up her fingers, that's why her voice sounded so depressed when the call was first connected? "Brother, sister-in-law, does Dong Wangshu have to marry him? Dogs can't change eating shit. If she really gets married, her life will be easier in the future? What is she planning for this marriage?"

  He doesn't understand.

  Even if you want to marry, you should choose someone carefully. Picking a **** to ruin the rest of your life, what is it?

  Dong's family is really so anxious that they don't even care about their daughter's happiness for the rest of her life? Whether people or ghosts want her to marry?

   "Dong Dong needs a husband, and the two children also need a father. That's all she wants. The rest, she said is not important." Song Yueliang rubbed her eyebrows and said softly.

  The news in the newspaper and Song Yueliang's words became the thorns in Yanxi's heart from time to time.

  Can't be suppressed, can't be ignored.

   After all, it is impossible to not care.

  Back to Yan's villa, he sat on the bedroom balcony overnight.

  The next day just after dawn, Yan Xi dialed the number again, covered in dew.

   "Hello?" The woman hadn't woken up yet, her voice was slightly hoarse.

   "Dong Wangshu, you married only because you need a husband? Need to arrange a bright father for your two children?"

  The woman paused, her voice gradually became clear, "...Yes."

   "As long as they can marry you, anyone can?"

"yes."

   "Wait, the Lord will marry you."

  He hung up the phone quickly, without giving the woman the slightest chance to refuse, got up and walked out of the room, went downstairs to find Meng Jingxian who was making breakfast in the kitchen, "Mom, give me the household registration book."

   "What do you need a household registration book for?" Meng Jingxian asked casually without looking back, busy with her hands.

   "For marriage."

   "..." The boiled egg that was just about to be fished out fell into the pot again, and Meng Jingxian turned her head, "Say it again, what do you need a household registration book for?"

"Get married, with Dong Wangshu." Yan Xi walked to the door of the kitchen, leaned against the door frame, and bared her big white teeth, "Don't you keep nagging me to marry a wife and have children? You don't have to worry about it now, just give me the household registration book. Daughter-in-law and eldest grandson, I will bring you back all at once."

  Meng Jingxian, "..."

   "Mom, it's the 22nd century now, and it's no longer good to talk about blood relationship or not. You must not follow those old pedants who talk about blood continuation. My wife's son is your own grandson, ah."

   "..."

   "I know that you and Dad are actually open-minded old men and old ladies. I believe you will be like me and treat Dong Dong's children as if they were your own."

  Yanxi thought about it all night and made up her mind that even twelve cows could not be pulled back.

  The only remaining problem is to convince my parents, if they are not convinced, he will cut in the door.

  Anyway, there are still seven or seven children and grandchildren in the family, and the incense will never be broken.

  Yanxi smacked her lips, ready to continue the next round of lobbying after her mother replied.

  Meng Jingxian untied her apron calmly, "It's not difficult to accept Dong Dong, but the difficult thing is that you might not be there in time. Dong Dong is arguing with Jiang Zhengyang today."

   "Isn't it November 8th?!"

   "The banquet will be held on November 8th." The old lady looked at her silly son sympathetically, "You haven't seen the pig run and always ate pork. Didn't you know that the proof and banquet were done separately?"

   "..." Yanxi shook her hands, "Mom, hurry up, household registration book, household registration book!"

   "I need a household registration book, it's too late, you're still in the capital, and your air ticket hasn't been booked yet... I really like Dong Dong, it's a pity, alas."

   "It's too late, give it to me!"

Taking the household registration booklet from the old lady, Yanxi rushed to the airport non-stop, and at the same time made a phone call directly to Jiang Zhengyang, "Grandson, you are out of the game! If you dare to get the certificate from Dong Wangshu, I will go to your grave next year today." Bong disco!"

  (end of this chapter)