Rebirth 90s: Sweetheart Cub

"Swear at people as you say, are you 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 wedding dresses when they get married? I just passed by the bridal dress shop and saw a nice wedding dress. It's wide and inclusive. 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 fucking 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 fuck 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 fucking wedding dress. The prettiest one is mourning, you wear mourning clothes!"

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

Yan Xi was also mad with anger, kicked the accelerator and sped away, without even looking at the shitty wedding dress.

Bed partner?

She actually said he was an ex-bed partner?

Horse riding on grass.

His bed partner is a long-term relationship anyway, is he good enough?

He's a disposable tool at best!

Also, who did she call her husband just now?

Have you received your certificate? Have a wedding?

If you don’t have a license, it’s not legal. If you don’t have a legal certificate, you can’t wait to call me a ghost husband?

Yan Xi's mind was in a mess, 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 his words before rushing to Song's house looking for some comfort from Fu Yanchi, but he saw a room full of mournful faces.

Compared with the Yan family's villa, the Song family was not too big. A few people sat on the sofa, and the position was just right, not crowded or empty, and everyone's faces could be seen at a glance.

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

Old 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." Fu Yanchi didn't say much, and threw the newspaper spread on the low table to Yanxi.

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

In the photo attached, the person in the center of the photo is Jiang Zhengyang, with a wild smile, hugging left and right, with boundless beauty.

What is more eye-catching than the title is that when Jiang Xiaokai hugged from left to right, the salty pig's hand on the hot girl was placed in a particularly inappropriate place.

It makes the whole photo look wretched and obscene.

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

Fu Yanchi looked at him like an idiot, "Those of us who are far away in the capital know about it, and the locals of Dong Dong Guicheng don't know about it?"

"..." Yan Xi 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. Pick a playboy to ruin the rest of your life, what is it?

Is the Dong family 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, and 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 suppress it, can't ignore it.

After all, it is impossible to not care.

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

At dawn the next day, 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, my master 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 want the household registration book for?" Meng Jingxian was busy with her hands, without turning her head, she asked casually.

"We need it for marriage."

"..." The boiled eggs that were 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 not good to talk about blood relationship or blood relationship. 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 treat Dong Dong's children as if they were your own, just like me."

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 children and grandchildren in the family, and the incense can't be broken.

Yan Xi 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 may 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 have never watched the pig run and always ate pork. Didn't you know that the certificate and the banquet are done separately?"

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

"I don't need any account books. 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!"