Yaoyao resisted the urge to laugh, pointed at Jiji who was looking very cold behind her, and said to the man in front of her: "Mr. Lang, you have mistaken the wrong person, she is Jiji! I am her friend!"
"Ah? Jiji, why are you hiding behind her?" Mr. Nalang rubbed his glasses and exclaimed: "Don't feel that you are distanced from me because I am rich and smart, you are afraid of me! In fact, I am
Very easy to get along with!”
"Mr. Lang, I hope you and my mother will cancel the engagement!" Jiji pulled Yaoyao back a few steps to avoid being harmed by Mr. Lang's wanton spit.
"Why? Do you think you're not good enough for me? It doesn't matter, I think we can get along!" Mr. Lang pushed up his glasses, looked at Jiji, and said disapprovingly: "Jiji, what are you doing?
So thin? You will definitely not have a son, no, you must gain weight!"
"Mr. Lang, I will not marry you! Nor will I gain weight!" Jiji said with an angry look on her face.
"Gigina, don't be afraid of gaining weight! I won't dislike you for being fat, as long as you give me a son!"
Yaoyao looked at Mr. Nalang with some embarrassment. Didn't he understand human language? Jiji was asking to break off the engagement, but he could actually involve him in giving birth to a son!
"Tomorrow, we will register our marriage!" After Mr. Lang said that, he took out the mobile phone from his pocket and called Jiji's stepmother with excitement: "Mom, I have discussed with Jiji. We will register tomorrow. The banquet will be there the day after tomorrow.
xx hotel reissued it! Well, it’s okay, Jiji likes me very much, we are considering having a son first, and then we will have a few more, we can afford to raise him anyway!”
"Dream!" Jiji poured the lemonade on the table towards the very individual Mr. Lang, then pulled Yaoyao out of the restaurant with an expressionless face.
In this world, there are all kinds of people, and that Mr. Lang just now was really shocking!
Yaoyao looked at the numbers on the meter that kept jumping up. She held the handle of the frame with some fear and said tremblingly: "Jiji, actually, you don't have to be so angry! Drive slower, I, I
My heart is not good!"
Jiji's hand holding the steering wheel was tight, and her face was tense: "I'm so angry!" Finally, she couldn't help but scream, and stepped on the accelerator to the bottom.