Chapter Seventy-Four: Not Suitable

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Tan Yong stood in the center of the living room holding Bai Xiaoxiao's hand.

"Dad, Mom, we're back. He shouted.

Bai Xiaoxiao looked at Tan Yong, who was smiling all over his face, his eyes were gentle, and his voice was sweet. Is this still the same cold man?

As soon as Tan Yong's shout fell, Tan Yaru's figure immediately appeared at the staircase on the second floor.

A pair of big black and round eyes that resembled Bai Xiaoxiao locked Bai Xiaoxiao's face without blinking. The small mouth opens into a woo shape and can no longer be closed.

Later, Tan Minghao and Wen Qing also appeared behind Tan Yaru. Their eyes were staring at Bai Xiaoxiao, their eyes were surprised, and their expressions were shocked.

Bai Xiaoxiao was blinded by the eyes of these three people. Did her appearance violate any of his family's taboos?

Tan Yaru was shocked by Bai Xiaoxiao's beauty and temperament, and she didn't know what to do.

Tan Minghao was not only surprised by the girl's beauty, but also stunned by the hand her son held her. His son, who was frightened at the sight of a woman, actually came back with a fairy-like girl.

Wen Qing's reaction was actually the most powerful. The moment she saw Bai Xiaoxiao, she almost fainted. If she hadn't held on to the guardrail of the stairs in time, she would have rolled down the stairs.

At this moment, her body was already trembling slightly. Is there really a person in this world who is anti-old and young?

That day, Wu's mother told her that she still didn't believe that she had seen the man who had been dead for decades.

How could she believe that a person who had been dead for decades could come back to life? Even if he did not die, it was impossible for him not to be old, but to become younger?

But the person in front of him is clearly the age and appearance of that person when he died.

It's just the same touch, and even the birthmark is the same. What's going on?

Wen Qing's back was shocked and cold sweat was dripping.

"Hello uncles and aunts!" Bai Xiaoxiao smiled and shouted at Tan Minghao and Wen Qing, who were stunned.

Tan Minghao immediately woke up from his trance. "Oh, hello, hello, come, come, sit down. Mama Li, make tea quickly. Wen Qing, what are you still doing there? Hurry up and accompany ...... Ah, Yong, you haven't introduced us yet. ā€

Tan Minghao didn't know what to call Bai Xiaoxiao, and suddenly thought that his son hadn't introduced the girl's surname to them yet, what was the name of the girl?

Tan Yong immediately said, "Don't you think she looks like anyone?"

Wen Qing was shocked when she heard her son's question. He looked at his son in astonishment.

"Lin Daiyu, she is playing Lin Daiyu's white smile. Tan Yaru suddenly remembered. She hurriedly ran over and snatched Bai Xiaoxiao from her brother's hand.

"Bai Xiaoxiao, you are amazing. How did your mind come up with that character switching glasses?" Tan Yaru pulled Bai Xiaoxiao to sit on the sofa and began to ask some strange questions.

Tan Yong was called into the study by his father for questioning.

As soon as Wen Qing heard that this girl was playing Lin Daiyu's white smile, a hanging heart finally returned to its place.

In fact, I still have a weak heart to be a thief. How can a person be resurrected when he dies? Even if he is resurrected, how can he not grow old?

Apparently scaring yourself. However, no matter how good this girl is, she can't let her son marry her. Seeing her every day always reminds her of that dead man, how can she live this day?

Wen Qing hurriedly turned around and went upstairs to the study.

Seeing the husband and son talking happily, he smiled and was very satisfied with this girl. Stop it.

"Ah Yong, I don't think this girl is suitable for you. Wen Qing said to Tan Yong, who was full of joy.

Her words were like a thunderclap on a sunny day, instantly blowing up the bright smiling faces of the father and son in the room.

"What are you talking about? Are you old and confused? My son finally fell in love with such a good girl, how can you pour cold water?" Tan Minghao scolded Wen Qing sharply.

Tan Yong's face quickly darkened.

The atmosphere in the room suddenly became heavy.

"Mom, if you want me to beat a bachelor, just say it, I don't want anyone but her. After Tan Yong finished speaking, he got up and left the study.

After a while, I heard the sound of the door closing next door.

Tan Minghao glared at Wen Qing angrily: "What's wrong with you? How can you object to the girl that your son finally fell in love with?" I think this girl is very good." ā€

"A woman who can act can act wherever she goes, do you know if she is trying to do something in our family?" Wen Qing made an excuse.

"Why do you think that? What does she want to think about a girl without a brother or brother? Besides, our son is not a fool, and he can't see what kind of person a girl is? You're really worrying too much. Tan Minghao said with some displeasure.

Wen Qing was silent. But she was still thinking about how to deal with this matter.

Mama Li came up and asked if she wanted to eat?

Tan Yong came out of the room: "I'm hungry." Then he went downstairs. I passed by the door of the study and didn't look inside, so I went straight downstairs.

Tan Minghao also got up and went out ignoring Wen Qing.

At the dinner table, Bai Xiaoxiao saw that something was wrong with the atmosphere. Tan Yong's mother seems to be dissatisfied with her. I haven't seen her since she entered the restaurant.

Tan Yong kept delivering food to her plate, as if she wouldn't be able to eat enough.

Tan Yaru talked and laughed heartlessly, and her mouth never stopped.

Bai Xiaoxiao occasionally smiled with her and answered her a few questions. Otherwise, the scene will be even colder.

Although Bai Xiaoxiao felt a little uncomfortable in her heart, it seemed understandable that it was impossible for one person to satisfy everyone. Turnip greens have their own love. Maybe it will be better to get along for a longer time in the future.