"Mom, it's not that I don't want to get married, it's just that I think it's not time yet!"
Gao Ce glanced at his mother and said in a lazy tone.
Originally, my mother insisted on letting me go home for a meal.
After dinner, he threw away his arms and left, but his mother still forcefully called him into the study to talk.
Thinking about it, you know that the topic must be about his and Feng Ting's wedding.
"When will it be the right time?"
Mrs. Gao's words were always neither serious nor serious, and her tone was gentle but with a hint of warmth and anger.
"I don't know. I'm just waiting for things to fall into place in the future, so I can get married naturally. This is the time I don't want to live in!"
"Tingting must be your wife. Are you excited or afraid?"
Gao Ce shrugged and glanced at Feng Ting, who was sitting in the living room watching TV.
Suddenly, Li Huanhuan's figure appeared in his mind, quiet and indifferent.
This was all caused by him in the past three years.
"It's not that I'm afraid, Ah Ce. Look, I'm already over fifty years old. Everyone else has grandsons, but I haven't. I don't know how long I can live. Maybe I'll die that day. I'll take advantage of the opportunity now."
If you still have the strength, I can take care of your children. Get married as soon as possible.