Chapter 224 Big Brother Apologizes 1
Si Yu's eyes narrowed.
He didn't recover for a while, and looked into Song Zhao's eyes in a daze.
Song Zhao was suspicious, "Fourth brother, could it be that Fu Langjun has done some heinous things? He can't be a criminal, can he?"
Si Yu was quite confused.
Let's talk about the marriage of the two of them properly, how can it involve Fu Nanqian?
I don't want to give Song Zhao the misunderstanding that his subordinates are bad people.
So Si Yu replied patiently, "Fu Nanqian is an orphan with a clean background and no bad habits. You don't have to worry about him."
Song Zhao breathed a sigh of relief.
Immediately afterwards, his eyes glowed brightly, and he said brightly, "It's great that he is an orphan. I am worried about the headache of dealing with my mother-in-law after we get married. In this way, my life after marriage with Fu Langjun will be sure." Very harmonious."
Si Yu paused.
His brows and eyes suddenly filled with coldness.
"You, say, what?" Si Yu almost thought he had an auditory hallucination.
The little daughter-in-law actually wants to marry Fu Nanqian?
Song Zhao didn't speak yet.
Fu Nanqian suddenly appeared foolishly.
He looked at Song Zhao expectantly, "Song Jia Zhaozhao, how is the photo you took for me?"
Song Zhao glanced at the hexagram.
Then he said happily, "Hey, Fu Lang-jun, the hexagram shows that our birthday horoscope is very suitable, we can choose an auspicious day to get married!"
Fu Nanqian was horrified.
He almost knelt down to Song Zhao, "What are you talking in your sleep, why am I going to be engaged to you?"
Song Zhao smiled sweetly, "Fu Langjun, do you know? The best way to forget a failed relationship is to start a new relationship. We met by fate, the man is unmarried, the woman is unmarried, it is better to spend the full moon and fly together, you How do you feel?"
Fu Nanqian shivered, "...I don't think you ate peanuts."
Even if he wants to start a new relationship, he will never compete with Lord Yan for a bride!
Song Zhaowen said, "I already know your life experience, and I don't dislike you. And you also know my identity, so it's more than enough to match you."
Fu Nanqian, "..."
No, Song Jia Zhaozhao, wake up.
Song Zhao continued on his own, "I don't have high requirements for my future husband. The first thing I want is to be handsome, although you... are bad, so don't mention it.
But marry a chicken and follow the chicken, marry a dog and follow the dog, I can bear it. As long as you can clean yourself up and be single-minded in the future, don't be a thin lover. "
Fu Nanqian, "..."
He glanced at Si Yu whose expression could no longer be described with horror, and complained endlessly in his heart.
Song Zhao didn't realize it.
"You must have a good character, and you must also have literary talents. In this regard, I have very low requirements for you, that is, you must be at the level of Tanhualang. After all, I am the first in the list. If you can't even come in second, it is really shameful."
Fu Nanqian, "..."
Is this requirement low?
Are you going to heaven to marry a god?
"It's not enough to have literary talent, you have to know martial arts, otherwise, as a man, you can't protect your wife, and it's a bit shameful. Not to mention being like a martial arts master, at least you can come and go freely, and you can kill ten big men with one fist... "
With Song Zhao's eloquence, the emotion in Si Yu's eyes was replaced by hostility at a speed visible to the naked eye.
Fu Nanqian broke out in a cold sweat.
He thumped and knelt on the ground, "Don't say it anymore, if you say it again, I will be smashed to death here..."
Song Zhao was surprised, "Why did you kneel down for me? Don't you also know the custom of kneeling to propose marriage?"
After a pause, she asked again, "Since Fu Langjun proposed to me, do you think you can satisfy the basic conditions that my little girl said?"
Fu Nanqian panicked, "No, I can't, I can't!"
"To shut up!"
Si Yu overturned the case.
His jaw was tense, and he clenched his molars hard, obviously trying his best to endure his anger,
"Is that enough?"