The morning light is faint, Xiao Tuanzi wakes up early, and after waking up, he doesn't stop, Ye Mangmu wants to sleep lazy, and finally gets home, he doesn't have to run around, snoring like thunder.

"Mommy, lazy pig ......"

Sometimes he opened Ye Mang's eyelids, sometimes pinched the tip of Ye's nose, and pulled her mouth.

Ye Mangmu was so disturbed that he couldn't sleep peacefully, so he opened his eyes and stared at him.

"Mommy, I'm afraid you won't wake up, and Xiaotuanzi won't have Mommy." The little ball has black eyes, like an innocent little Bambi.

"......" leaves are boundless.

I don't know why it's so difficult for children now, or if it's just a genetic mutation of Xiaotuanzi.

Reluctantly got up, washed up half-asleep, and went downstairs with the little ball, and the living room was full of red.

The old man sat on the sofa, picked up the red lantern, and looked left and right.

On the coffee table, there are colored lights, couplets, and a paper-cut of the word "Xi".

"What's this? Grandfather. Ye Manmang leaned over a little dazed, and had an ominous premonition, he just arranged a partner for her yesterday, and he was in a hurry to marry her out today?

How unpopular is she in this home?!

"Blank, look, look, grandpa is not ready?" The old man put down the lantern and opened a box, which seemed to be a red hijab embroidered with mandarin ducks.

His face was full of smiles, like a spring breeze, and he was refreshed.

Ye Dawan wants to cry without tears, like a manga on his back.

"Grandpa, is it the New Year?" Xiao Tuanzi leaned to the old man's knees in a daze, he only knew that the Spring Festival would be full of lights.

"Little guy, your uncle is married, and you will like candy when the time comes!"

Shang Ji is getting married?

Ye Mang was stunned, "Who will marry him?" ”

"Wanwan, who else could there be? How many years have it been, and when you were there, didn't you have a good relationship with you? The old man fiddled with his loot, not noticing that Ye Mang's expression froze.

Or Tang Wan?

You've been dating for four years, right?

"Vast ah, grandpa only hopes to see you and Shang Ji marry before entering the ground...... You said you ......" He looked at Xiao Tuanzi and finally sighed, "Hey—"

Marry Shang Ji?! Grandpa, the Chinese character culture is broad and profound, and it is misunderstood!

Her cheeks flushed slightly, and footsteps could be heard on the stairs, but the man in the light blue shirt walked down slowly, tucking his cuffs as he went.

Looking at that cold face, Ye Mang scratched the back of his head in a blank heart.

What kind of nerves did he have last night......

"Shang Ji, you came just in time, look, if you are not satisfied, grandpa will add more." When the old man saw his grandson, his smile was full again.

Shang Ji paused, and Ye next to him moved uncomfortably to his grandfather, and then moved again......

The man caught a glimpse of her small movements, raised his eyebrows, and hooked the red hijab with Ruyu's fingertips, "It's good." ”

Ye Mang pursed his lips.

Suddenly, her eyes darkened a lot, and a red hood was placed over her head.

"Wow, it turns out that this is getting married......" Xiao Tuanzi called softly.

"You're a good fit."

Shang Ji hooked his thin lips and smiled rarely, the old man always felt weird, but looking at Ye Mang's slim and slim body, hijab his face and nodded in agreement, "Well, girl, you can also have a Chinese wedding!" ”

Ye Mangwan under the red hijab had a bitter face, even if Shang Ji teased her, even her own elbow turned out!

Aunt can bear it, uncle can't bear it!

She raised her hand tremblingly, grabbed the tassel of the red hijab, and was about to lift it, suddenly thinking of what her grandfather said in the study yesterday.

Grandpa is in such a hurry, it really feels like he is arranging the aftermath......

She let go of her hand, took a deep breath, folded her hands between her abdomen, and bowed, "Grandpa, you are in charge, I have no opinion." ”

As the words fell, Shang Ji's face turned cloudy, and he put on the blazer in the crook of his arm, leaving an indifferent back.