Ye Fan's heart trembled. Grandpa is really the dragon among people. He dares to receive 18 wedding books. You should know that there are only seven or nine in the novel.
Then his eyes narrowed slightly, and the old lady said, "What are you doing?"
At this time, Luo Feihua muttered: "There are not many marriage books, but it's a pity that the third generation of the Ye family has had too few children."
"That's right!"
The old lady was so sorry for her: "I originally planned to give birth to four or five in each family, but in the end, one in each family, and the fourth child would not marry her."
"If you get me more than 20 grandsons, how can the Ye family have such a marriage trouble now?"
"Even the Ye family can go to another level because of their prosperity."
She glanced at Luo Feihua and said, "Another day, arrange a team of people to get all the children born outside the fourth child."
Luo Feihua nodded: "I understand!"
Old Mrs. Ye looked at Ye Fan again: "Baby, remember, you must have a prosperous fortune in the future, otherwise you will get better sooner or later."
Ye Fan became alert and ended the topic very directly:
"Old lady, thank you for your guidance. I will work hard to have a baby in the future."
"By the way, my stomach hurts a little, I'm going to go back to my room to rest."
"You go slowly, I won't send it!"
After saying that, Ye Fan turned his wheelchair and slipped towards the room.
Luo Feihua threw away the peanut and rushed over and held Ye Fan's wheelchair, then pushed him back to Old Lady Ye.
Ye Fan coughed: "Uncle, what are you doing?"
Luo Feihua smiled charmingly: "The main thing has not started yet, how can you, the protagonist?"
"Ye Jincheng is busy with his career now and has no time to marry."
Old Mrs. Ye took out a stack of engagements and threw them into Ye Fan's hand: "These eighteen wedding books are yours."
Ye Fan's eyes widened: "I'm not the nephew of the Ye family, why are you giving me this wedding letter..."
Old Mrs. Ye blocked Ye Fan's retreat with one sentence: "No matter whether you recognize it or not, I recognize it or not, what you are flowing with the blood of the Ye family!"
Ye Fan was anxious: "Even if I am the Ye family, even if I hold the wedding book, even if I want to accept them, they will not recognize me."
"The eighteen forces and the eighteen daughters of the eighteen families must be Ye Jincheng. It's useless to get out as a small character."
"In their eyes, Ye Jincheng is the leader of the young generation of the Ye family who is planning both civil and military."
"And I, a Ye family abandoned son, a young doctor, had no achievements and no foundation, how could they marry me?"
"Besides, I already have a fiancée. It's not kind to give me 18 engagements."
"Switch another thing, change another thing, I'll give you favors."
Ye Fan made a suggestion: "Why do I give you the remaining 30 billion Stanny?"
Old Mrs. Ye glared at her eyes and said disdainful tone:
"What's the use of I want you to have 30 billion?"
"What I want now is that you have carried these eighteen engagements."
"The Eighteen engagements will basically expire this month, and the Eighteen forces will come to the door to marry soon."
"The third generation of the Ye family, your parents and your uncle have too few children. Ye Xiaoying is imprisoned and Ye Jincheng is working hard for his career. Now you are the only one left."
"If you don't come out and take on these eighteen engagements, how do you ask the Ye family to deal with the eighteen forces?"
"They will feel that the Ye family is untrustworthy, and they will also feel that your grandfather has fooled them."
The old lady was very confident: "At that time, not only will the Ye family lose their face, but they will also lose their trust in the world."
Ye Fan patted his chest: "I also have to strive for my career, and I also want to fight for the country..."
"You're just a fool."
Old Mrs. Ye snorted: "I almost lost my life twice, and my legs were almost ruined. What else can I do to fight? Just have a good meal."
Ye Fan defended him again: "I am not enough to be divided into 18 families by myself. Even if I stand up, won't the Ye family betray others?"
Old Mrs. Ye seemed to have expected Ye Fan's answer, and responded with a slightly straightened her chest:
"Is it enough to marry a child or nephew? That's fate. After all, it's not born, it's not born. I can't even complain a few words."
"But whether to marry the Ye family's nephews is attitude and integrity."
"It is a hundred times better for a son and nephew to face the eighteen families than to get a zero egg."
Old Mrs. Ye waved her hand: "It's settled. I'll ask the representatives of the Eighteenth Family to come to find you..."
"What's the point!"
Ye Fan looked at the wedding book on his legs and shouted: "Old lady, I dare say that these eighteen families must be all bad peach blossoms."
"When these eighteen families have a family or daughter of Niu Bi, you and your uncle must have pushed Ye Bien City out long ago."
"After all, marriage is also a kind of career struggle."
"Now you give me all the Eighteen wedding books, which means there are not many outstanding people or families."
Ye Fan hit the nail on the head: "You are not only giving me a hot potato, but also pushing me to the fire pit."
Luo Feihua subconsciously covered her mouth: "Ah, you discovered it!"
Old Lady Ye gave Luo Feihua a blank look and then snorted at Ye Fan:
"Don't swear at others. These eighteen companies are all rich or noble, Inter Milan, Ruiguo Financial Group, and Baiguo Traders..."
"One of them is an emerging wealthy family in the Xia Kingdom. The daughter of that family is a new female war god, a first-class virtuous supporter, and can be called a small Tiemu Wuyue."
"If Ye Jincheng was not focused on his career now, I wouldn't have given you this benefit."
Old Mrs. Ye was very strong: "Don't mess around, take eighteen wedding books and digest this matter for me."
Ye Fan frowned: "Old lady, you are a tough guy. I say you have a fiancée..."
Old Mrs. Ye seemed to have thought of Ye Fan's refusal, and said without hesitation: "If you really don't want it, you can break off the engagement."
Ye Fan protested: "Then you can just withdraw them, why do you want me to break the engagement?"
Old Mrs. Ye was very honest: "I'm thin-skinned and don't want to make a fuss with them. After all, there are still a lot of cooperation."
Ye Fan said angrily: "You mean I'm thick-skinned?"
Old Mrs. Ye sneered: "Isn't the person who pits the King of Elephant to worship his sons? "
"Okay, things are settled."
"No matter whether you choose a family, or want them all, or break off the engagement, in short, you can do it for me."
"And it must be done properly, be polite and honest, and you must not let the other party hate us."
"This matter is done, even if you repay the favor of my wolf country."
"Doctor of the innocent child every day, and every day promises a fortune. When the critical moment comes, this is not enough, that is not enough. Are you worthy of me saving you twice?"
"Okay, digest it yourself, and the information will be passed to you later."
Old Mrs. Ye tilted her head slightly: "Brother's wife, I'm tired, go back."
When the old lady walked towards the door with her broken sword, Luo Feihua also stuffed the peeled peanuts into Ye Fan's mouth, and squeezed out a sentence:
"You give me 70 billion, and I give you 18 wedding letters, that's enough."
There is no doubt that this is her bad idea.
After saying that, Luo Feihua rushed forward a few steps and helped the old lady walk towards the door. On the way forward, she deliberately twisted her butt left and right twice to demonstrate to Ye Fan.
Ye Fan opened his mouth to protest, but was blocked by a pile of peanuts.