Chapter Forty-Eight: The Marriage Contract

knows her daughter's temperament very well, and if she doesn't have a convincing reason, she has to get to the bottom of it. Lin Yu thought for a while and replied, "It's just a little person, how can my mother know me." ”

Little?

But what kind of little person would have such a gentle and noble temperament.

"Why did that little grandmother react like that?" Tang Yue muttered dissatisfiedly.

For his mother's words, he was skeptical.

"Your grandmother is just remembering your deceased grandfather."

"What does this have to do with grandpa?"

"When your grandfather was alive, he had a very good relationship with Old Man Yan, and the two also made a marriage contract for the junior."

Engagement?

Tang Yue's first reaction was to think of marriage.

Thinking of what her mother just said, a little person can make a marriage contract with the Tang family, Tang Yue subconsciously thought that the Yan family had wanted to climb the Tang family, so she wanted to use marriage to make the Yan family go to the next level.

People who have always wanted to climb the Tang family, Tang Yue sneered.

But it's that person, he.

The one who hooked her soul away at a glance, and from then on there was only one person named Yan Yichen in her eyes.

"Mom, does that marriage contract still count?" Tang Yue grabbed Lin Yao's hand, and his hands even trembled slightly because of excitement.

"I don't know, I haven't mentioned it again since the death of the two old men."

When Tang Yue heard this, she was a little incoherent excitedly, "That...... So what if we take the initiative to mention it again? ”

Now she is the most favored one of the Tang family, as long as she wants it, there is nothing she can't get.

The person she likes has made a marriage contract with the Tang family, which is simply God's help to her.

Although her identity is not worthy of her as a young lady of the Tang family, her life experience is not enough to make up for it.

She Tang Yue was still barely acceptable.

"Got a crush on someone?" Even if Tang Yue didn't say it explicitly, Lin Yu saw through it at a glance.

Tang Yue's face rarely showed a few delicate reds, and she whispered.

Hearing this, Lin Yu was surprised that so many of his daughters did not choose the Yan family, and at the same time, a bold idea came up.

With a bit of selfishness, Lin Yu patted Tang Yue's hand and said, "Just now your grandmother learned that Yan Yichen has returned to China, and she will definitely call him to participate in her 80th birthday, and your mother will discuss a countermeasure with your father in the past few days, and ...... when the time comes."

If this thing really happens, then her Lin family will ...... in the future

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Most of the students in the class were still silent in the brief freedom of physical education class, until the head teacher walked in with a stack of books.

Seeing that this was the class of the female devil's head teacher, the students lying on the table had to cheer up, for fear that they would be invited to the office to 'drink tea' if they were distracted.

Tang Xing, who has always liked to meet with Zhou the most in class, held his head and forced himself to open his eyes.

The other teachers saw her sitting at the back of the class and slept with one eye open and one eye, only the class of the female devil, and they liked to walk around her the most, as long as they saw her head fall on the table, the next second there was a long ruler on the table and kept knocking.

Every time Tang Xing, who was seriously angry when he got up, he dared to be angry but didn't dare to speak, and that mood was as broken and helpless as stepping on shit.

In the eyes of the teacher, I belong to a student who has no background and is not motivated, and my grades are at the end of the crane every time, so I have to clamp my tail and score points.

Tang Xing lay on the table, the content of the teacher's lecture went in and out of the left ear and out of the right ear, and he was drawing boredly on the paper with a pen.

As he drew and painted, a familiar pig's head appeared on the white paper.