"Master, it doesn't matter if you're thirty. Just like you said, love your wife. But he's good-looking. Why doesn't he have a wife yet? There are only two reasons!"
Yaoyao raised her fingers: "First one, I have many close friends, I don't know who to correct..."
As soon as Yaoyao finished speaking, Mother Qiuyue stared at Ji Tian with a very unfriendly look, as if he had kidnapped Yaoyao...
"Second, if he doesn't even have a close friend, he either has a hidden physical illness or a psychological problem..." Of course, Yaoyao spent another time explaining this psychological problem. After Yaoyao finished speaking,
A series of cold sweat broke out on Ji Tian's forehead, and he threw the portrait far away: "Master, I will inspect it for you again, inspect..."
"Baby, let's take a look at this! This year happens to be eighteen, and he is General Dou's only son, Dou Zi!" Nangong's father drew another painting and pulled Yaoyao over like a treasure.
"Douzi?" Yaoyao raised her eyebrows and pointed at the young man in the portrait and said, "He is indeed covered with Doudou, pockmarked. His name is so apt! Doesn't daddy hope that our descendants will all have such bumps and bumps in the future? His face is full of pockmarks.
Mazi?" This painter is so honest. If he didn't paint pockmarks so appropriately, Yaoyao would still be more polite.
Father Nangong threw the portrait away casually: "Of course not!"
"What about this one?" Ji Tian took out another portrait without giving up.
"Master, don't blame me for attacking you! This young master of Huashan likes to hang out in places with fireworks and is very lustful. He is known as the man who visits seven times in one night..."
Before Yaoyao finished speaking, the two parents of the Nangong family shot X-rays at him with dissatisfaction. Even Nangong Xuan in the distance shot a cold look at Ji Tian... Ji Tian was like holding a hot potato.
, hurriedly threw the portrait out,
"He's so ugly. Could it be that my mother can't bear the fact that I can't eat with him every day? Sooner or later, Yaoyao, I will be thinner than a yellow flower?" Yaoyao sadly squeezed two big tears and looked quietly between her fingers.
Looking at the portrait on the table that she kicked out with just a few words,
Qiu Yueniang nodded hurriedly: "I'm really sorry for the long one..."