Yinghan was naturally very nervous. Even though Anze beside her was holding her hand tightly, she was still afraid. Opposite her, Anze's father was silent for a long time, watching Anze finally speak slowly, "Are you really sure you want to get married?"
?Now?"
Yinghan shivered for a while. Anze's father's voice was so cold! He seemed to dislike her very much. However, he didn't want to get married either!
Feeling her trembling, Anze held her hand tighter. He looked at his father and his tone could not be more serious, "I'm sure, and it's now. Whether you don't answer or not, she will be my wife."
.I’m telling you now, it’s just a formality, I’m afraid you’ll catch my pigtails in the future and say I don’t take you seriously.”
"I don't want it!" Yinghan suddenly shook off his hand, "I don't want to marry you, please send me home quickly!"
The people in the living room were not surprised, because Ying Han had said this sentence hundreds of times just now, but because An Ze didn't take it to heart, everyone was used to hearing it.
Dad An rubbed his sore forehead and said, "If she doesn't want to, why do you have to insist?"
"Don't you also like to force others? Besides, we once fell in love, but it was just because what happened last time made her sad. If you hadn't lied to me last time, how could she be sad and why wouldn't she be willing to marry me? In fact, in her heart
He likes me, I can tell just by looking at him." Anze was very confident that Yinghan must like him, she always has.
"I don't like you, I don't like you!" Yinghan was angry again. She was not afraid of An Ze's father opposite being angry at all, because she needed them to be angry and kick her out. But she was too angry and she didn't understand An Ze.
The meaning behind the words.
"Look, she said she doesn't like you." Meiyan next to An's father finally said, but her voice was surprisingly delicate and gentle.
"It has something to do with you? Why do you speak?" Anze stood up immediately and roared at the stepmother opposite.
"You kid, why are you so fierce?" Father An was afraid that his beautiful wife would be hurt, so he stood up.
The two men glared at each other, and a strong smell of gunpowder erupted in the air.
The beautiful young woman sitting on the sofa hurriedly pulled An's father to sit down and patted his back, "Don't be angry. Don't be angry. It's me who talks too much. I won't say it again in the future."
"I can't control you anymore. Since you want to get married, I just promise you."