Women are very strange creatures, when they are very young, they don't like to be called small, they always like to dress up when they are mature.

But when they get older, they don't like others to say that they are old, and they are getting younger and younger.

Saying that Yan Minghua pretended to be tender was just a joke from Yan Murong.

In her early thirties, women of this age are the most beautiful and sexiest age, no matter how young you are, your breasts have not yet developed, and when you are older, your breasts will start to sag, this age, just right.

"Sister-in-law, why don't you come to me when you don't go to work?" Yan Murong asked again, he didn't believe what Yan Minghua said to comfort him. Dressed up so fancy, is it to comfort yourself or others?

"How many times have you said it, don't call me sister-in-law, why don't you have a long memory?" Yan Minghua said angrily. "Say, am I pretty?"

"Pretty, pretty couldn't be pretty. It's just that those stars can't compare to one ten-thousandth of you. Yan Murong said flatteringly.

"It's annoying." Yan Minghua looked shy. "You, you've liked to tell the truth since you were a child, and I'm embarrassed to say it."

"You say, if we stop on the street, someone will think you're my nephew?" Yan Minghua blinked two big black eyes that were obviously with beautiful contact lenses, looked at Yan Murong and asked.

"No, it won't." Yan Murong shook his head. "It's almost the same to say you're my niece."

"Really?"

"Really."

"That's good." Yan Minghua breathed a sigh of relief.

"What's so good?" Yan Murong asked in surprise. "What the hell are you here for?"

Hundreds of thousands of women in a minute, dressed like this, to say that it's okay, it's absolutely impossible.

"Actually, I'm here to comfort you." Yan Minghua said seriously. "Then, by the way, I'll ask you for a favor."

Yan Murong nodded, revealing an expression that I knew was like this. "Sister-in-law, what you said, don't you just make a phone call if you have something, you ask me for help, can I still agree?"

"It's a little bit special." Yan Minghua said. As he spoke, the pretty face turned red.

"What's so special?" Yan Murong asked strangely.

"Uh-that-" Yan Minghua grabbed the corner of his clothes and played with a shy little girl. "That's it, I want you to be my boyfriend."

"Smack-"

Yan Murong's whole body trembled, her buttocks crooked, and she fell off the sofa.

"You, you—" Yan Murong sat on the ground, his face was full of panic, one finger trembled and pointed at Yan Murong, and said in a trembling voice. "What are you doing here? Sister-in-law, I beg you, why did I provoke you, you just say, I can't change it. ”

Yan Murong was about to cry, and this sentence almost made his heart stop.

What are you kidding, even if she wasn't born to her grandfather, she was also her aunt.

Aunt looking for a nephew as a boyfriend? Damn, I'm not Yang Guo.

Besides, if this matter reaches the ears of the old man, then he must not pick his own skin.

Yan Murong shook his head vigorously - this kind of promising ethical and moral thing, even if Yan Minghua said a flower, he couldn't agree to it.

"What's that look on your face?" Seeing Yan Murong's panicked face, Yan Minghua straightened his face. "Don't get me wrong, I'm just pretending, do you understand?"

"Pretend? Why? When Yan Murong heard this, he reacted that his feelings were misunderstood. This is familiar, after all, she has already pretended to be an unsuccessful fiancé to Duan Xiran once, and it is not a big deal to pretend to be a boyfriend again - the question is, sister-in-law, why did she do this?

"It's not something you provoked." Yan Minghua said with a resentful expression.

"How does it have anything to do with me?" Yan Murong asked in surprise. "I'm not in Yanjing these days."

"Yes, you're not in Yanjing." Yan Minghua looked aggrieved. "But your future daughter-in-law can be here - these days when the old man saw me, he began to nag, saying that he was still not married at such an old age, and that I was a saint warrior - you tell me, what does the old man usually do, even the saint warrior he knows."

"So what?" Yan Murong still looked puzzled, didn't the old man say a few words, and it wouldn't make you dress up like this and run to me-please, can you use your brain before doing things? If you want to find a fake boyfriend to go back to the errand, you have to find someone else to do it, that room is either mom or grandpa, and even knows how many hairs grow on my butt, looking for me to have a fart.

"What's wrong? You say what's wrong. Saying this, she became more and more depressed. You're about to get married, but the old man doesn't know why even I'm eyeing me, so he forced me to get married quickly. ”

"You won't say no." Yan Murong asked with a smile. "It's not like I haven't done it before, and the old man can't help it."

"But--this time the old man is hard-hearted, he has to marry me off to be happy, no, he has to arrange a blind date for me."

"It turned out to be a blind date." Yan Murong nodded, suddenly shocked. "You-what did you say? You're going on a blind date? ”

"Well, the old man arranged for me to go on a blind date." Yan Minghua's face was full of resentment, as if he had been wronged.

"Hahaha, blind date, I'm damn, you're going on a blind date." Yan Murong immediately laughed and got under the sofa again, rolling around while holding his stomach, laughing. "No, no, I can't stand it, you actually want to go on a blind date - if you let Yanjing and these young masters who have chased you know, then don't you laugh at them?"

"Don't laugh." Yan Minghua's face turned red, watching Yan Murong try to maintain her witch demeanor.

"Okay, okay, I'm not smiling." Yan Murong got up from the ground, forcibly held back the smile like a tide, and asked with a trembling on his face. "That's why you came to me, right? Do you want me to pretend to be your boyfriend and help you mess up this blind date? ”

"Yes, yes, that's it." Yan Minghua nodded again and again. "You just need to go and make a soy sauce, and I'll take care of the rest - don't worry, they don't know you, and you don't have to introduce yourself."

"Is it really that simple?" Yan Murong asked uncertainly.

"Well, it's that simple." Yan Minghua nodded seriously.

"Okay, then I'll go get some soy sauce." Yan Murong nodded, and suddenly his face became a little strange.

"Sister-in-law, can I ask you a question?"

"What's the problem?"

"Which man is so unlucky that his parents arranged to go on a blind date with you?"

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