The Female Cannon Fodder Is Highly Poisonous

The Yan family is full of people, and all of them have a minimum education of graduate students.

This is not to say that the cousin's education is beyond the postgraduate level, but that he has not yet graduated from postgraduate level, so he will naturally have to pursue further studies after graduation.

As Yan Zhan said, his family is indeed easy to get along with.

Originally thought that Ruan Tang was about the same age as Yan Zhan, but when she found out that she had just grown up, Yan's father, Yan's mother, and Mr. Yan called Yan Zhan to talk.

How can a young man abduct a young girl who has just grown up?

Yan Zhan is sure he didn't commit a crime?

The whole family thought so.

Especially Yan Zhan's eldest brother, who has whipped his beloved younger brother many times in his heart, but tried to sell Yan Zhan to Ruan Tang on the surface with an approachable appearance.

It's the first time that my younger brother has taken the initiative to get close to the opposite sex, the first time he said he likes it, and the first time he wants to start a family. Naturally, parents like them can't hold him back.

Brother Yan and a cousin from an aunt's family leaned on Ruan Tang, one on the left and the other on the right. You said something to each other, and showed Yan Zhan in front of Ruan Tang as if he had stripped him naked.

When Mr. Yan and the others came out of the study, they called Ruan Tang to the two old people.

Mrs. Yan held a thick photo album, pointed to the chubby boy whose arms and legs were as bare as a lotus root festival, and said, "Look, this is Zhan Zhan when he was a child."

Exhibition?

Ruan Tang suppressed a smile, turned his head to look at Yan Zhan standing behind her sofa, his eyes were also full of helplessness, "Grandma, why did you take this thing out again, I'm not young...and can you stop That's what it's called?"

It's still called a nickname now, what a shame!

"You're my grandson even if you're a hundred years old. What's wrong with the old lady just looking at your photo?" Mrs. Yan snorted and continued to hold Ruan Tang's hand to flip through the photo album.

Yan Zhan looked at Mother Yan, asking for help with his eyes.

Mother Yan shrugged.

There is nothing I can do to help.

It was the treasure of the old lady. She had a copy of the photos of all the grandchildren in the family from childhood to adulthood, and no one else had the right to interfere.

The old lady Yan pointed to a picture of bending over to pick up money on the ground with her little butt pouted, and she leaned back and forth with a smile, saying that there was nothing missing in the family, but he was a real money fan when he was a child.

When grasping the week, what he took several times in a row was either jade or gemstones, cards or passbooks, and other medical books and medicinal materials, he couldn't see them at all.

The strange thing is that when he grew up, he applied for medicine without telling his family, and he still studied so well.

Mrs. Yan spoke vigorously, while Mr. Yan and others added that Yan Zhan only felt that he had lost all the face he had earned in his short life.

Until he was called away by Brother Yan.

"Really?" Brother Yan asked.

Yan Zhan stood in front of the window, looking at the flowers and plants in the yard, his eyes were warm and nostalgic, and said: "Brother, don't worry, Tangtang and I are real, we will be together forever."

Brother Yan himself is not yet settled, but he cares about his younger brother very much. Hearing what he said, he knew he was serious, but he couldn't help hitting her, "She's only grown up soon, so you must be too anxious."

As soon as we met, let him prepare for the wedding, like a monkey.

Yan Zhan: "But aren't you all ready?"

Brother Yan suddenly said: "You still don't know? I thought Mom told you. I heard Di Bai said that after he was only eighteen years old, he prepared according to the engagement banquet."

Therefore, it is impossible to hold the wedding first and then get the certificate or something.

Yan Zhan: "..."

His wedding, fly?