Leaning on the door and listening silently for a while, He Meili was in a low mood and moved her steps crooked on the sofa.

She suddenly felt that her fate was unfated. can be angry, it's obviously not a peerless face, so why is it so bad?

She is not greedy, nor is she vain, she just wants to find a child from a well-off family in the city to marry herself. She doesn't seek academic qualifications, she doesn't ask for income, she just asks for a general match.

Why is it so difficult to marry someone?

He Meili thought of the long exclusion of the opposite sex she had dated since she was a child, thought of He Yi who almost entered marriage, and thought about her love history that no matter how dedicated she was, she always fell short...... She leaned on the couch and burst into two tears.

I don't know when, two legs stood in front of the sofa, and I raised my eyes along the legs, it was Yang Xue Chan with an apologetic face.

"Excuse me, you heard that?" Yang Xue Chan squatted down, his hands propped up on the edge of the sofa, and He Meimei's feet were at his chin.

He Meili didn't look at Yang Xue Chan and didn't speak.

Yang Xue Chan suddenly lowered his head and grabbed He Meimei's foot and kissed him on the toe. At this moment, He Meimei's phone, one high, one low, rang in the bedroom.

He Meili got up to go to the bedroom, but was stopped tightly by Yang Xuechan. He didn't want to see her cry like this, and he didn't want to give it a minute. He Meili pushed him hard in the chest, but Yang Xue Chan was not wary and staggered back two steps.

He Meili took advantage of this gap and ran back to the bedroom. Yang Xue Chan hurriedly caught up, rushed to He Meili to close the door, and put his feet in. He Meili saw that she couldn't close the door, and she couldn't resist his strength. Just let go and answer the phone.

"Who called?" Yang Xue Chan asked. He was afraid that it was He Meimei's family, and He Meimei, who was angry, did not choose to say anything, and gave himself a few impression points.

It is a string of phones that only display the number and do not reserve the name of the person, and He Meimei, who is sensitive to numbers, feels a little familiar. Yang Xue Chan didn't ask, maybe He Meimei didn't answer. Since he asked, He Meili suddenly took it angrily. When she pressed the answer button, she already knew that this was He Yi's phone. Isn't it sooner or later, providence?

"Are you crying?" He Yi was very concerned on the phone.

Yang Xue Chan was anxious. He didn't understand what the person on the phone said, and He Meili actually covered her mouth and cried. Therefore, he wanted to hear it with his own ears, so, relying on his height, he reached out and grabbed He Meili's hand holding the phone, and pulled it to his ear effortlessly.

"Who bullied you? Or do you need money? You tell me!" He Yi's words rushed into Yang Xue Chan's ears.

"Who are you?" Yang Xue Chan asked.

He Meili couldn't compete, and she didn't wear shoes, and there was no deterrence to kick people with her bare feet. She could only yell at Yang Xuechan: "Clean up your mess and then take care of my business!"

"I'm her boyfriend. I'm her boyfriend. He Yi repeated on the phone.

"Shut up! I'm her boyfriend!" Yang Xue Chan was originally afraid that it was He Meimei's family, but it turned out to be a passerby. He hung up unceremoniously. The phone rang again, and he simply turned it off.

After finishing the phone, he turned to He Meimei: "What do you mean to clean up my mess?"

"You know it in your own heart!"

"You're going to mention something?"

"Your fiancée is coming, woo. He Meili cried so much that the pear blossoms brought rain.

"Ho. Yang Xue Chan sneered. "I can't see it, you can pinch and calculate, and you can't even hide what happened twenty-five years ago. ”

"What happened twenty-five years ago?" He Meimei, who was crying, smelled the smell of the story, and her gossip heart instantly itched. Curious, I forgot to cry.

Yang Xue Chan shook his head and began to tell the story like a storyteller.

It is said that there is a pair of little prairie sisters, they met at school, and they both have a pair of amazing and beautiful eyes. They have no sisters to each other, so they treat each other as their own sisters. The years have brought each other's youthfulness and precipitated the sincere friendship between the two.

In the blink of an eye, the age of marriage came, the elder sister married the Han Chinese, and the younger sister married the Mongolian people. But the friendship between the two has not changed because of marriage. A year later, my sister gave birth to a son and my sister gave birth to a daughter. The elder sister looked at the little girl's eyes like a replica of her mother, and she was extremely envious.

The kind-hearted sister took the initiative to say that if she didn't dislike it, she was willing to let the next generation marry Qin and Jin.

The Wheel of Time moves on. The sister who married the Han people lived without worrying about food and clothing, while the sister who married the Mongolian people lived on the sky, the grassland was drought, the cattle and sheep were sick, and the sister's life was in an embarrassment.

The soft-hearted sister once again mentioned Qin Jinzhi's goodness, and took care of the life of her sister's family in the name of taking care of her future daughter-in-law.

Twenty-five years have passed, and the boys and girls have grown up. The boy is none other than Yang Xue Chan, a handsome and burly guy in front of He Meimei, Xue Chan means smart. The girl is Uzhna. Well, you don't need to know that.

What you need to know is that no matter what the little sisters thought back then. This doll parent, the descendants will never agree.

He Meili burst into tears and laughed, wiped her eyes, and the raindrops of the small pink fist fell on Yang Xue Chan's chest: "If you don't drag the text, you will die!"

Yang Xue Chan was very happy when he saw the thunderstorm crossing so quickly. He took advantage of the situation to hug He Meili and said softly: "The only person who can stop me from marrying the woman I love is you." ”

He Meimei's heart warmed, and she slowly leaned her head on Yang Xue Chan's chest. At this moment, my heart is so steady.

"Hmph, in order to stop you from stopping me, I'll clean you up first!" Yang Xue Chan began to move.

He Meili smiled and ran away, and threw the pillow towards him with her hand back: "You better explain first, how is your family going to force you to comply." ”

Yang Xue Chan scratched his head: "What else did you overhear?"

"This is a great opportunity to validate your heart. Will you tell you honestly? Come, you say, I listen!"

Yang Xue Chan didn't dare to play tricks, and explained honestly. It turned out to be a call from his mother, telling him that the good days had come, and that the dowry for Wuyunna had been made, and he was asked to come back as soon as possible to complete the marriage. Yang Xue Chan replied: Whoever wants to marry will marry, he will not marry.

Uyunna cried on the phone and asked her brother to help him escape as well. She's running away from home too. Yang Xue Chan intelligently saw through her conspiracy and decisively stated that he already had a girl he liked. Ten cows couldn't pull him back. Ask Uyunna to take care of herself.

Then his mother grabbed the phone and asked him where he was filial as a child, and how he should ignore his parents in such a way that they were unkind and unjust. Yang Xuechan argued on the basis of reason: Children are also independent living beings, why should they follow her doll parents against his wishes? The mother cried on the phone. He still didn't let go.

Yang Xue Chan glanced at He Meili, and concealed a sentence very calmly and naturally, his mother said that she would not accept the vixen who seduced her son no matter what, no matter what!

He Meili was so moved that she couldn't say anything, she didn't say much nonsense, she pulled him over and kissed him.