I had a flash marriage with a rich man

Mu Changyu looked at his girlfriend.

Ling Yi liked the Fanfan brothers and agreed readily.

So, under the arrangement of Mrs. Ling, the young couple, who had just established their relationship within two days, went out hand in hand.

Ling Zhihao wanted to follow him and become a lightbulb, but his mother's knife cut him out. He stood up and took two steps, then stepped back and sat down angrily.

"Xiao Yi and Chang Yu are going on a date. Why are you going to follow them and be a light bulb? Ling Zhihao, if you are jealous, go out and find me a girlfriend. No matter how ugly or stupid the pigs raised by others are, they all know how to fuck them. A cabbage, the pigs I raise are tall, handsome, and capable, why don’t you know how to grow a cabbage?”

Ling Zhihao: "...Mom, I'm not a pig. Pigs are not as good-looking as me."

"What's the point of being good-looking? Do you have a girlfriend?"

"Mom, who stipulates that I must have a girlfriend? I'm still young, don't worry, can't I just play for two more years and then find a girlfriend?"

Mrs. Ling hummed, "You are now at the age when a man is like a flower, and you can't even find a girlfriend. After a few years, you have become an old man, can you still find a girlfriend?"

Ling Zhihao had a dark look on his face, "Mom, I'm only in my early thirties, and I'm not in my seventies or eighty. How can I become an old man?"

"Look at you, when you were in school, your grades were not as good as Chang Yu's, and now you are still not as good as Chang Yu's. Chang Yu is the same age as you, everyone has a girlfriend. What about you, where is your girlfriend?"

"You are said to be inferior to others, but you are still not convinced, and you regard others as your mortal enemies. It is obvious that you are inferior, and you have the nerve to treat others as your mortal enemies."

Ling Zhihao: "Mom, am I still your biological child? Why do you keep stabbing me? The smell of gunpowder is so strong."

"You were gentle to Mu Changyu just now, as if Mu Changyu is your biological child."

"Mu Changyu seduced my sister. Of course he has a girlfriend. Mom seems to have never met a son-in-law. Anyone you catch can be your son-in-law. Can't you choose another son-in-law? It has to be Mu Changyu. "

As soon as Ling Zhihao finished speaking, his mother slapped him over.

Father Ling shrank back and moved his position quietly, fearing that his wife's typhoon tail would sweep towards him.

"I care about my son-in-law, and I also care about my daughter-in-law. Can you bring me a daughter-in-law? Mu Changyu is better than you, and I really like your sister. I support them to be together, and the Mu family has a good family tradition. It's good that Mu Changyu's parents are also very satisfied with your sister. It would be perfect for our two families to get married. It's a perfect match."

Ling Zhihao touched the arm that had been slapped by his mother and said to his father: "Dad, take care of your wife. She is a noble lady. She should be gentle and dignified."

Father Ling quickly said: "My wife is not wrong. You should be beaten. You are in your early thirties and you don't even have a girlfriend. You still want your mother to worry about your life. You should be beaten. Wife, you have to beat this brat." Don't slap me one slap after another, it will hurt your hands."

"I'm going to get you a feather duster. It won't hurt your hands if you hit it that way."

With that said, Father Ling stood up and left, actually going to get the feather duster.

When Ling Zhihao saw that his parents were about to stage a mixed doubles fight, he quickly jumped up, grabbed the car keys and ran, saying as he ran: "Dad, you are just a henpecker, you are so useless, no wonder people outside are talking about you She is a wife slave and sees my mother like a mouse sees a cat.”

Ling's father threw the feather duster in his hand and threw it on Ling Zhihao's back.

Ling Zhihao ran faster.

The feather duster fell to the ground and did not hit Ling Zhihao.

Ling Zhihao, who had rushed to the door of the house, stopped and turned his head and said proudly: "No hit."

Ling's father made a gesture to chase him, but Ling Zhihao ran away quickly.

"You brat, if you run fast, run slower and I'll break your legs."

Father Ling scolded his son, who then walked over, bent down, picked up the feather duster, and put it back where it belonged.

Then he walked back to his old wife, helped her sit down on the sofa, and comforted her: "Wife, I can't help you. Don't worry about that brat. I've told his fortune before. His marriage is either going to be good or bad." Sooner or later, early is in the teens, which is too early, and late is in the late [-]s.”

"He is thirty years old now, so he will probably blossom in the next few years."

"This marriage is really about fate. Before fate comes, it's useless for us parents to worry."

Mrs. Ling said: "Look at him, does he look like he will get married? He doesn't have any contact with young women, how can he get married? Could it be that he wants to marry a man?"

"The eldest brother is like this, and so is the second child. The second child is not young anymore. He is twenty-eight years old. When you are twenty-eight, the second child will be able to walk, but they don't even have a girlfriend."

Father Ling comforted him: "Today's young people all marry late, let them do it. Marriage is a big deal, and they must like it."

"Our son is not the only one who is still unmarried at the age of thirty. There are many other families whose sons are like this. There are also some who are several years older than our Zhihao, and they are all single."

"My son is single and has too many girlfriends. He is reluctant to cut down a large forest for a tree. Unlike your son, who is thirty years old and has never even touched a girl's hand."

Father Ling was speechless and didn't know how to answer the question for a moment.

After a while, Mrs. Ling asked her husband worriedly: "Old Ling, do you think Zhihao is gay? Does he like men?"

"No way? I think my son is very normal."

"The more I look at it, the more abnormal it becomes. He likes men, and he likes Mu Changyu, so he targets Mu Changyu everywhere and wants to use special ways to attract Mu Changyu's attention. Changyu likes our My daughter, the two have established a relationship, but my son is jealous and tries his best to prevent them from getting together."

Father Ling: "...Honey, you have enough imagination to write a novel."

I actually miss my son like this.

If the son heard it here, he would probably be so angry that his mother would vomit blood.

"No, I have to help Zhihao arrange a blind date. We can't let him continue like this. If he is really gay, find out early and correct him early."

Father Ling wiped his sweat and said, "Honey, I'm going to have a heart attack from you."

"Our son is not gay, he is a normal man. Stop thinking nonsense and think about our daughter. You are so obedient. I have already found you a prospective son-in-law who will satisfy you."

At this time, Ling's father had to drag Mu Changyu out for a walk.

Mrs. Ling glared at her husband and said: "What do you mean early? You think my daughter is still young, she is almost twenty-five years old. Even you, father and son always regard Xiaoyi as a child. You won't let her do this, and you won't let her do that." .”