Chapter 744: Get a marriage certificate with Xiao Mian!

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"What are you kid unhappy about?" Xi Zhenze saw his youngest son's displeasure and asked curiously.

Shu Xiaomian is so considerate, kind, and loving, he should laugh, shouldn't he?

Shu Xiaomian looked over and found that Xi Mushen's face was really a little heavy, and she frowned curiously: "What's wrong with you?" โ€

She is so well-behaved, he said he wanted to come back, and he came back with him, it doesn't seem to have provoked him, right?

Where would Xi Mushen say that he was jealous because of a small gift?

"It's nothing, it's just annoying to think about business."

Xi Zhenze quickly answered: "You still know how to worry about business!" During this time, he always didn't go to the company, three days of fishing and two days of drying nets, and his official affairs were all on Shaoting, and he didn't even have time to go home with his children. โ€

Xi Mushen lifted his lips indifferently: "He wants the company, shouldn't he have more experience?" โ€

Xi Zhenze was slightly stunned: "What do you mean?" Are you going to give the company to Shaoting? โ€

Shu Xiaomian looked at him in surprise and curiosity, although he didn't mind whether he was the president or not, but isn't his career very important to men? How can you say let it go?

Facing the gazes of the two of them, Xi Mu said lightly:

"It's not interesting, just thinking about getting married later, having a honeymoon, and taking at least half a year off, of course someone in the company has to sit in the field."

Depend on!

It turned out to be for marriage!

Xi Zhenze was so frightened that he almost had a heart attack, patted his heart, and then said very approvingly:

"It's well planned. When did you and Xiaomian get married? It's better to choose a day than to hit the day, it seems that today is a good day, you go directly to get the certificate, right? โ€

What?

It's better to choose a day than to hit the day?

Is there such a casual one?

Shu Xiaomian looked at Xi Zhenze and said weakly: "Uncle Xi, are you too anxious?" โ€

Xi Zhenze smiled and said, "Where's the hurry?" You and Xiao Jiu have been together for several months, and other people's normal babies are pregnant, and you haven't got your certificate yet. Don't you want to get married to Xiao Jiu? โ€

"No, no, no." Shu Xiaomian shook her head, a little headache.

I was worried that Xi Zhenze would not agree, but now I am urged to marry by him, which is really ...... Flattered.

Unfortunately, Dad hasn't woken up yet, and she doesn't want to marry herself off like this.

Xi Mushen saw her embarrassment and spoke out to solve the siege:

"Dad, it's still early, I'll talk about it later."

Xi Zhenze swept over with a cold eye, and accused him unhappily: "What early, you are thirty, and you will be old bacon in a while, who will marry you." โ€

Xi Mushen ใ€‚ใ€‚ใ€‚ใ€‚ใ€‚

Have you ever seen such a damage to your son?

Where is he old?

Obviously handsome and colorful, handsome and perfect, fascinating all beings......

Shu Xiaomian looked at the way the two got along, and was a little funny.

Family is like this, there is love, there is fear, and it is very warm.

I don't know when my father's illness will get better.

Ay......

Back in the room, Shu Xiaomian took the customized mobile phone that Mu Shen gave her this morning and flipped through the text message records.

Unexpectedly, Nan Zhanqing's text message was still there, and she happily quickly sent a message over:

[Why is there no news?] Brother Nan, are you okay? ใ€‘

She just cared normally, because after falling into the water, she felt that human life was fragile and could easily die.

There has been no news from Nan Zhanqing for so long, it doesn't look like his style, and she can't help but be a little worried.

It's dangerous to do that, will there be any accidents?

Shu Xiaomian waited anxiously.

Soon.

With a 'ding' sound, the text message returned, but it was not his own reply, but his friend's reply.