"How can you say that you are sick of just scolding people?" Yan Xi immediately choked, "Damn woman, don't worry! Mad, I really have a gift for you!"
I don't know if it was his misunderstanding, but the woman on the other end didn't say a word, but her breathing became rapid and heavy.
"Don't women have to wear wedding dresses when they get married? I just passed by a wedding dress shop and saw a nice wedding dress. It is wide and tolerant and suits your short figure. I will buy it for you?"
"Yanxi, you are born with a lack of fucking brain, aren't you? My aunt is getting married in the wedding dress you bought. What's the difference between that and being a cuckold to my husband? Just be normal and ask with your stupid tongue.
, don’t ask others, just ask yourself! When you married your wife, your wife was wearing a wedding dress given by your former bedmate. You can feel it with your conscience whether your hair is green or not! It’s not like you married me in a wedding dress that you gave me as a gift.
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"Dong Wangshu, are you out of your fucking mind? I gave you a gift out of kindness, but you scolded me. Were you a dog in your last life and bit someone when you caught him? Why do you take it out on me when the person you marry is not what you want? Do you have such a metaphor? What kind of bed?
Partner? The relationship between me and you is at most a one-night affair, and it will evaporate completely at dawn. I can thank you for being your "bedmate"! You are right, the person you married is not the same.
I, I gave you a shitty wedding dress. The most beautiful one is mourning, so you should wear mourning clothes!"
The other person hung up the phone with a click, obviously very angry.
Yan Xi was also furious and went crazy. She stepped on the accelerator and sped away without even looking at the bullshit wedding dress.
Bed partner?
She actually said he was a former bedmate?
The grass tramples the horse.
After all, my bed partner is a long-term relationship, is he worthy of it?
He is a disposable tool at best!
Also, who did she just call her husband?
Have you received the certificate? Have you held a wedding?
If you don’t have a certificate, it means it’s not legal. If it’s not legal, why are you calling your ghost husband so impatient?
Yan Xi's mind was confused, and he held the steering wheel as if he were holding a sword.
From now on, if he humiliates himself in front of Dong Wangshu again, he will be like a dog!
Yan Xi is confident that she can do what she says, but reality always likes to slap people who are too confident.
After speaking out, he rushed to the Song family's house to seek some comfort from Fu Yanchi, only to see a room full of sad faces.
The Song family's villa is not that big compared to the Yan family's villa. Several people are sitting on the sofa. The location is just right, not crowded or empty, and everyone's faces can be seen at a glance.
At this time, Song Yueliang and Fu Yanchi were both sitting on the sofa, both of them looking unhappy.
Mr. Fu and Zhang Xifeng also frowned and sighed.
"What's wrong? Something happened to Qiqi?" Yan Xi's face sank, and she subconsciously thought 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 Yan Xi.
The news about Jiang Zhengyang happened to be on the front, and the headline was eye-catching - a wealthy family held a shameful party, a pre-wedding carnival.
Attached is a photo. The person in the center of the photo is Jiang Zhengyang, with a wild smile, hugging him from left to right, and full of happiness.
What's more eye-catching than the title is that when Jiang Xiaokai hugged the girl from left to right, he put his hand on the hot girl's body in a particularly awkward place.
It makes the entire photo look vulgar and obscene.
Yan Xi's face became darker, she crumpled the newspaper into a ball with one hand and threw it aside, "Does Dong Wangshu know about this?"
Fu Yanchi looked at him as if he were an idiot, "Those of us far away in the capital already know this. Dong Dong, a native of Guicheng, don't you know?"
"..." 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 they really get married,
Will her life be better in the future? What does she want from this marriage?"
He doesn't understand.
Even if you want to marry, you should choose someone carefully. What’s the point of choosing a playboy to cause trouble for the rest of your life?
Are the Dong family really so anxious that they don’t even care about their daughter’s happiness in the rest of her life? Is it a man or a ghost who wants her to marry?
"Dong Dong needs a husband, and his two children also need a father. That's all she wants. Others, she says, are not important." Song Yueliang rubbed her eyebrows and said softly.
The news in the newspaper and Song Yueliang's words became a constant thorn in Yan Xi's heart.
It cannot be suppressed or ignored.
After all, I can't help but care.
Returning to the Yan family villa, he sat on the bedroom balcony all night.
At dawn the next day, Yan Xi, covered in dew, dialed the number again.
"Hello?" The woman hadn't woken up yet, her voice was slightly hoarse.
"Dong Wangshu, are you marrying just because you need a husband? Do you need an apparent father for your two children?"
The woman paused and her voice gradually became clearer, "...Yes."
"As long as I can marry you, anyone can?"
"yes."
"Wait, I will come and marry you."
He hung up the phone neatly, without giving the woman a chance to refuse. He got up and walked out of the room, and went downstairs to find Meng Jingxian who was making breakfast in the kitchen. "Mom, give me your household registration book."
"What do you need your household registration book for?" Meng Jingxian asked casually without looking back while her hands were busy.
"It's needed for marriage."
"..." The hard-boiled eggs that were about to be fished out fell into the pot again. Meng Jingxian turned around and said, "Tell me again, why do you need a household registration book?"
"Get married with Dong Wangshu." Yan Xi walked to the kitchen door, leaned against the door frame, and bared her big white teeth, "Don't you always want me to marry a wife and have children? You don't have to worry about it now. Give me your household registration book.
I will bring your daughter-in-law, grandson, and everything back to you at once."
Meng Jingxian, "..."
"Mom, it's the 22nd century now. We don't want to talk about blood relations anymore. You must not follow those old pedants and talk about blood continuation. My wife's son is your grandson, ah."
"..."
"I know that you and dad are actually open-minded old men and women. I believe that you will treat Dong Dong's children as if they were your own."
Yan Xi thought about it all night and made up her mind. Even twelve cows could not be pulled back.
The only remaining problem is to convince my parents. If they are not convinced, he will step in the door.
Anyway, there are still seven or seven children and grandchildren in the family, and the incense cannot be cut off.
Yan Xi smacked her lips and prepared to wait for her mother to reply before continuing the next round of lobbying.
Meng Jingxian calmly took off her apron and said, "It's not difficult to accept Dong Dong. What's difficult is that you might not be there in time. Dong Dong is arguing with Jiang Zhengyang today."
"It's not November 8th?!"
"There will be a banquet on November 8th." The old lady looked at her stupid son sympathetically, "Have you ever seen Pig Running and eaten pork? Don't you know that the process of obtaining the certificate and the banquet are done separately?"
"..." Yan Xi shook her hands, "Mom, hurry up, household registration book, household registration book!"
"I still need a household register, but it's too late. You're still in the capital, and your flight tickets haven't been booked yet... I really like Dong Dong, but it's a pity, ugh."
"If you have time, give it to me quickly!"
After taking the household registration book from the old lady, Yan Xi rushed to the airport without stopping. At the same time, she called Jiang Zhengyang directly, "Grandson Gui, you are fucking out! If you dare to get the certificate from Dong Wangshu, I will go to your grave today.