Nie Li was stunned by the news brought by Bai Jie, and the eight alleys were full, what was the situation. And they are all people of the Wanhe family.

You know, Wanhe is not just the brothers who were originally on the streets.

Then, Nie Li thought of the reason, and couldn't help rubbing his forehead: "It seems that it's time to find a daughter-in-law for the old brothers." ”

Bai Jie covered her mouth and snickered, but when she saw Nie Li's headache, she still leaned over very intimately and put Nie Li's forehead on her chest to relieve the pressure.

The movements of his hands were gentle, and Nie Li also felt that his headache was better.

Nie Li closed his eyes and thought: "Xiaobai, it's better to organize a blind date conference." ”

Bai Jie couldn't help but laugh: "That's not what Mr. Nie has to say." ”

The voice was a little strange, and Nie Li glanced back and felt funny.

Really, this Nizi's eyes are about to draw, but she sighed slightly in her heart, Xiaobai has been following him for many years, and it is time to give someone an explanation.

Outside, who doesn't know Xiaobai, even Zhao Danqing and they all accepted it.

He added: "Go back, go home, and talk to your eldest sister." ”

Bai Jie's expression was suddenly overjoyed, and his hand movements became even harder, and Nie Li felt a little stronger.

Said angrily: "Pinch me to death, lightly." This is the head, not the arm. ”

How can anyone pinch his head like this, he is also convinced.

Bai Jie slowed down her movements again and again, and said with joy and some concern: "Eldest sister, I won't disagree." ”

With his head down, he couldn't see anything, but his face was still full of worry.

Nie Li snorted: "If you really don't agree, what can you do." ”

Bai Jie's face suddenly became even more worried, and she muttered in a low voice, "Why don't you have a son?" ”

Poof.

Nie Li couldn't help but laugh.

What kind of brain circuit is this, awesome.

After laughing with Bai Jie for a while, Nie Li called some people, and their main purpose was to go on a blind date.

The first is to solve the marriage problem of these men in the Wanhe family, and the second is to gradually solve the marriage problem of soldiers within the army.

Solve it gradually, in batches.

The next day, the news spread. Everyone was boiling.

The singles are happy, and the common people are even happier than these singles, these people are all golden beetle sons-in-law, just on the first day, just in one place in the capital, there are enough 5,000 people who submit information about school-age women, and this is not the final result.

Mainly because a lot of people don't know about it yet.

At night, the shadows under the street lamps stretched for a long time, and two seventeen or eighteen-year-old women, dressed in workers' uniforms, walked together.

Pushing a bicycle in his hand, chatting.

This kind of scenario was unthinkable before, but now, it is very common.

First, the law and order are better, and second, people's status of women has also undergone new changes, after all, with Mr. Qiuyan's pearl in front, no one dares to ignore the power of women.

Factory work, it's not so appalling.

It's just that both girls have a trace of sadness on their faces.

"Sister Xiaoyun, my father signed me up, what a whole thing! I don't want to get married. ”

A little girl who looked very clever said with a sad face.

Sister Xiaoyun next to her covered her mouth and chuckled, her smile was so touching and gentle.

"You're so old, you don't want to get married yet, what do you want to do? If it had been before, we would all be children at this age. Be content, O you! ”

"Who told you not to study hard in the first place, if you were admitted to university, you would still be afraid of this?"

The clever little girl snorted: "Still talk about me, I think Sister Xiaoyun is thinking about a man, but I tell you, what did our sisters say at the beginning?" If you want to advance and retreat together, I don't care anyway, you can't watch me go on a blind date. Or I won't follow! ”

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