"That's right, Lan Yi, you have asked me to recognize her as Yue Meiyi, then we will be a family that loves each other..."

"Besides, I just showed you that I really don't like women. You see, there is no reaction even when I touch your hands..."

"Okay, I'll spare you this time. If next time I find you taking the opportunity to act like a gangster to another woman, I'll shoot you on behalf of the government first..."

Su Molan snorted coldly, raised her foot and kicked Chu Hao pp a few times, not lightly or hard, and then let go of his hand.

Chu Hao grinned and moved his arms, lamenting:

"Hey, the world is so beautiful, but you are so violent. I said Lan Yi, you said you are so violent, how will you get married in the future? I am really worried about your life events...

....”

Su Molan sat back on the kang again, curled her lips and said disdainfully:

"Look at your little boy's potential. Whether I get married or not, it's your fault. Besides, what time is it now? It's 1984, not 1884. It's a new society that is all-round and progressive...

..."

"It's not the time when Xiangzi worked hard and just wanted to own a rickshaw. I'm not a tiger girl. I won't rush to find a man to support me. Women can hold up half the sky. I can live a good life by myself. Women who rely on men

They are all cowardly. As long as women can support themselves, what else do men need to do..."

Chu Hao did not expect that Comrade Mo Lan's views on marriage and love were so avant-garde and so independent.

It is completely different from the fake feminism of some later generations who shout for independence every day but ask men to support them. This is the true awakening of feminist consciousness.

If Su Molan's idea had continued, without the accident in her previous life, she would have never married and remained as pure as jade for the rest of her life.

Chu Hao glanced at Liu Yuemei, whose face had regained a smile, swallowed, carefully walked on the tightrope and asked with a smile:

"No, I remember you told Qianyi before that if you can't find the right one in the future, you will want me to have a child with you..."

"You are so inconsistent. You said you would never marry, but in the end you asked me, a young lady, to be your spare tire. It's such a double standard..."

When he said this, his eyes were fixed on the reactions of Su Molan and Liu Yuemei.

It seemed that her worry had turned into happiness, and Liu Yuemei had gradually become immune to the banter between Chu Hao and Su Molan, and did not take it seriously.

Hearing this, he just smiled sweetly, just like the two of them were teasing me.

"Pooh!"

Su Molan curled her lips, spat out the fragrant melon seed peels on Chu Hao's face, dangled her long legs hanging under the kang, and hummed:

"You are so good at confusing right and wrong now. When did I say that I wanted to get you to have a baby? That was what Su Shiqian said, and I didn't agree..."

"Besides, you're such a weak kid. I punched the rear door and you cried for a long time. Are you worthy of being my man? If you want to be my man, no matter what, you have to resist ten strokes of my vagina and legs.

Let’s talk about it if the scissor legs don’t fall..."

"I like real men who are stronger than me and can wield swords and guns to protect me. In ancient times, no matter what, I would have to be a figure like the champion Hou Huo Qubing..."

"Look at someone who was granted the title of Langjuxu at the age of 21. Look at you again. You are almost 21 years old, and you are covered in copper odor from head to toe. I think you can also be granted the title of Great Unity Marquis...

.....”

Being despised by Su Molan, Chu Hao was not annoyed but happy, and said with a smile:

"The Great Unity Marquis is not bad. Our country is now vigorously developing the economy. Doesn't it mean that everyone is a household worth ten thousand yuan, and everyone is a Great Unity Marquis..."

"You think I smell like copper, but believe it or not, some people like to smell the smell of copper on me. If you don't believe me, ask me, Yue Meiyi, if she likes to smell the smell of copper on me...

"

Liu Yuemei didn't expect that Chu Hao would tease her, which made her Xia Fei's cheeks blush.

He thought to himself that Xiaohao was deliberately making things difficult for her. He knew that all four of her eyes were focused on him, but he just wanted to see her embarrassed in front of Su Molan.

Moreover, where does the smell of copper come from on his body? There is no copper smell at all, but there is a smell of big carp from the Yellow River.

The earthy smell always choked her and made her cough non-stop...

Su Molan glanced at Liu Yuemei and saw that she was blushing so cutely that she suddenly wanted to tease her.

She leaned forward and leaned in front of Liu Yuemei's eyes, smiling as cunningly as a fox and said:

"Sister Yuemei, do you think Xiaohao smells like copper?"

Looking at Su Molan's eyes with a sly smile and sharp eyes, Liu Yuemei couldn't help but feel so nervous that her palms became sweaty, like a criminal suspect facing a serious and cold interrogator.

Busy shook his head subconsciously and said hurriedly:

"No, no, he doesn't smell bad, he smells very good..."

"Huh? What the hell? You said this brat smells good?"

Su Molan was stunned for a moment, then put her arms around Liu Yuemei's red and hot head, stared at her almond-shaped eyes that darted left and right, and laughed:

"Haha, I am so happy. Sister Yuemei, did I hear you right? You actually said that this brat smells good. Then tell me what kind of scent he has. I'm very curious..."

Chu Hao silently covered his face. Liu Yuemei, a silly girl, probably instinctively wanted to protect his face.

However, Liu Yuemei's next words directly made his head bend 60 degrees!

Liu Yuemei's pink oval face was blushing with a little baby fat. She gently rubbed the corners of her clothes with her two small hands and stammered in a weak voice:

"It has a very special fragrance. I once saw it in a thread-bound book under my grandfather's cellar. It was said that this fragrance is very similar to a flower called Rang tree in ancient Shu. Li Shizhen called this in the Compendium of Materia Medica

Plant flowers for heather….”

"Li Bai once wrote a poem to describe this kind of flower. The water pounded the mica and the wind swept the heather. Of course, Xiao Hao didn't always have this kind of fragrance on his body, only at certain specific times...
Chapter completed!