Master Ye's Second Marriage

"What are you talking about?" Han Muzi thinks that he has heard wrong. How old is Xiaomi Dou? Should he be engaged? He doesn't want to have a blind date, does he?

Han Muzi thought that he was joking, but night Mo Shen seemed to be thinking about something. Then he seriously and incomparably proposed: "a few days ago, I saw the daughter of Tang's group. She is very cute and matches Xiaomi Dou."

"What?"

Ye Mo Shen coughed lightly. In fact, he was a little guilty. He didn't pay attention to what other people looked like. He only heard that Tang's group had a daughter who was one or two years younger than Xiaomi Dou, so he remembered the matter.

As for how he looks, it doesn't matter at all. The important thing is to arrange Xiaomi Dou's marriage so that he can stop pestering his mother all day long.

"I'll have a talk with his father sometime, and then let the two kids meet."

Han Muzi:

From just now on, she has not been clear about the situation in front of her, because she has not responded to ask clearly.

However, ye Moshen has been making arrangements for the development of things. Hearing that he wants to arrange for his son to meet the girl, Han Muzi can't help it.

"How big is Xiaomi Dou? What was that about? Are you sure you're serious? "

The night Mo deep holds her hand, black eyes gaze at her.

"Yes, Xiaomi Dou is not small. Children should start from childhood. If they have good conditions, they will be trained together. When they graduate, they will get married directly."

Han Muzi pursed her red lips, and felt that night Moshen would have such an idea, which was not traceless. So she asked, "you should not want to find someone for him because of me?"

"So what?"

I didn't expect that ye Moshen admitted frankly, "he robbed you with me every day. You are my woman, so I have to find one for him and let him find his own woman."

Han Mu purple lip corner twitch: "he is your son."

"So what?" Night Mo deep sneer: "even my son, also can't rob my woman."

Han Muzi was speechless and choked, because the vinegar was so delicious.

"Night is not deep. I know you are jealous, but you have to be jealous. Xiaomi Dou is still young. It's ridiculous to find someone for him at this time. No parents do this."

"Why not? In ancient times, we were not matchmaker's words? Some of them even made their engagement before they were born. Besides, we just introduced them to them. We didn't want them to marry. Let them get along with each other first. Maybe they will become lovers in the future. "

It's reasonable. Han Muzi can't refute it.

"I don't think so. There is no such thing as this."

"Then just introduce them to each other. When it comes to playmates, don't talk about the object."

Because he was denied by Han Muzi, ye Moshen immediately changed another set of words. Han Muzi took a look at ye Moshen, and his eyes were persistent. It seems that he will not give up until he reaches the Yellow River.

When you are a playmate, it seems that you are more receptive than your blind date?

"When he was at school, didn't he share the same table with girls and classmates? I know many girls. What's wrong? Don't you want millet beans to have more choices? "

As a mother, Han Muzi has never thought about this problem. It's not that I don't want to think about it. Because it's at least ten years before I think about it, Han Muzi has never considered it.

Now by night Mo deep so abrupt a ask, she really don't know how to do.

Probably to see her tangled, night Mo Shen clenched her hand and clasped her fingers. Her voice was slow and deep, with a little guiding smell.

"I'm his father, too. Although I'm jealous, I'm not going to hurt him. I just give him more space for his own activities. Besides, he pesters you all day, so it's not good to rely on you. You have to give me your time every day, and you have to give it to millet beans and bean sprouts, so you are very tired. If he doesn't pester you, you can spend more time with bean sprouts in the future, eh? "

Han Muzi was really moved by what he said.

Xiaomi Dou is really sticky to her, but she thinks it's OK. She also thinks that Xiaomi Dou should communicate with others and make more friends.

"Xiaomi Dou can have more friends, and the bean sprouts are still small. We need to spend more time and effort to teach them well. Isn't it killing two birds with one stone?"

Ye Moshen said solemnly, as if he was really a great and selfless father. When he told Han Muzi, he completely hid his selfishness.

He thought Han Muzi didn't know.

Finally, Han Muzi still looked up at him, gritted his teeth and said, "it's not for your own sake that you can eat your son's Vinegar like this. It's really the first time I've seen it."

It's better to know more people.

So in the end, although Han Muzi disliked the idea of Mo Shen at night, he also agreed.

See her promise, night Mo deep heart ecstasy, but the surface is not show.When I went back in the afternoon, I didn't make up for the meeting. I went directly to Tang's group to find someone.

By the end of the night, he brought a little girl back.

Han Muzi looked, almost scared.

Because the little girl that ye Mo Shen brought back, though she was a little girl, was actually a little fat, round cheeks, round eyes, round body and round hands and legs.

It's a little ball.

Han Muzi was a little sad and laughing, "are you sure Xiaomi Dou is really your own?"

It's not that she discriminates against fat people. It's just that the little girl is really round and round. She thinks that the night is deep. Her father's words in the morning are totally different from the feelings when they meet at night.

That is the so-called sense of difference.

Ye Moshen didn't expect the other party's daughter to

He stretched out his hand to cover his lips, coughed, and said, "anyway, I will make more friends. If Xiaomi Dou dares to engage in sexism, I will kill this boy."

In the evening, when Xiaomi Dou came home, he saw that there was a little fat man on his dining table. His face was puzzled.

Han Muzi waved to him when he came back.

"Xiaomi Dou, are you back?"

Xiaomi Dou walked over with puzzled eyes: "Mommy, who is she?"

Xiaopangdun is sitting in front of his family's dining table, struggling to eat. She eats delicious, almost full of fragrance. Xiaomi Dou takes a look at what she is eating, which is actually a bowl of peanut dumplings.

He usually doesn't touch it because it's too sweet.

But this little fat Dun actually ate delicious, one mouthful, swallow fast.

After eating one bowl, I want another.

The amount of food is really amazing.

"This is the youngest daughter of the boss of Tang's group. Her name is Tang Yuanyuan. Come and meet her."

Tang Yuanyuan?

Xiaomi Dou wrote down the name in silence. The name is really correct.