The boss of the apocalypse travels back to the 1970s with space

Xia Meng was really angry at Guo Cuihong and Wang Lanhua!

Xia Meng suddenly laughed when he saw her, and her eyebrows were crooked, as if she was very happy.

Guo Cuihong's eyes lit up, "Xiaomeng, are you agreeing?"

"Humph, can she refuse to agree?" Wang Lanhua looked down on Xia Meng, but her tone could not hide her triumph.

"My Dayong is a well-known good boy in eight villages across ten miles. He married into our family, and I dare not say anything else. He can eat white flour steamed buns every day."

"There are many women who want to marry my Dayong family," Wang Lanhua said more and more enthusiastically, "but if you marry into our family in the future, your temper will have to change."

"This woman, after she has a husband, she should regard him as her heaven!"

"My Dayong has never suffered hardship since he was a child. He has never been allowed to walk on the ground. When eating, he always sets out the bowls and chopsticks and delivers them to him. From now on, these tasks are all yours. As long as you take good care of my Dayong, then Give my Guo family a big fat boy, and my Guo family will certainly not treat you badly."

"Oh, this is such a happy event," Guo Cuihong happily said to Wang Lanhua, "Mom, don't leave with Dayong at noon. I'm going to buy meat. Let's eat meat at noon to celebrate and discuss the engagement! "

"What kind of meat are you eating?" Wang Lanhua patted Guo Cuihong, "I really don't know how to live. It would be great if you could give me that meat ticket. Dayong is just growing, so I have to give him more supplements."

"If you want to get engaged," Wang Lanhua murmured, "We can't give a betrothal gift, but the dowry cannot be less."

After hearing this, Guo Cuihong couldn't help but complain in a low voice, "Mom, we can wait until Hong Bin comes back to talk about the dowry, but Dayong is already 25, what else should we give him..."

"What's wrong with 25?" Wang Lanhua's voice suddenly rose, "Even if he reaches 35, he is still my good grandson. In my eyes, he is still a child."

"Cuihong, Dayong is your only nephew, the only root of our old Guo family!"

"It depends on Dayong to carry on the family line. As my aunt, you have to be nice to him."

After hearing this, Guo Cuihong couldn't help but whisper, "Am I not good enough to him?"

"When Dayong was 18 years old, you said you wanted him to join the army. I told Hong Bin, and Hong Bin arranged for him to join the army. But within a month, he quit, saying it was too painful..."

"There are no deserters in the army. It was me who found a way to get out of hospital. I later found a job twice, but each time I said I couldn't do it because of the hard work. I also..."

Before Guo Cuihong could finish speaking, Wang Lanhua interrupted her impatiently, "What are you talking about? Ah? What's the use of talking about this?"

"Things have passed, and my Dayong is no longer the same as before."

"When Dayong gets married and has children, he will grow up. As a man, you can only think about starting a career if you have a family first!"

Guo Cuihong had no choice but to nod.

"Where are the meat tickets?" Wang Lanhua reached out to Guo Cuihong.

Guo Cuihong sighed secretly, and reluctantly took out two meat tickets from his pocket and handed them to Wang Lanhua.

Wang Lanhua happily accepted it and stuffed it neatly into her pocket.

Xia Meng sat aside and watched these people's performances with cold eyes, only thinking it was ridiculous.

"Xiao Meng," Guo Dayong stared straight at Xia Meng, reaching out to take Xia Meng's hand, "When we get married in the future, I will be good to you."

"Go away," Xia Meng avoided Guo Dayong's outstretched hand with a look of disgust, as if avoiding something dirty, which immediately angered Guo Dayong.

"You are such a shameless woman," Guo Dayong stood up abruptly and glared at Xia Meng condescendingly, "I think you just need to be dealt with!"

"Oh, Xiao Meng," Guo Cuihong hurried over to smooth things over, "Didn't you agree to marry Dayong?"

"You will be husband and wife in the future. Why do you always tell Dayong to 'go away?'. Men like gentle women. If you want to live a good life in the future, you really need to change your temper."

"Who said I was going to marry him?" Xia Meng looked at Guo Cuihong coldly, "When did you hear me say: I'm going to marry this loser!"

"Hey, what are you talking about?" When Wang Lanhua heard that Xia Meng said that her sweet grandson was a waste, she immediately exploded.

"My dear grandson will definitely be successful in the future. Stop looking down on others like you, woman!"

Facing Xia Meng's cold eyes that seemed to see through everything, Guo Cuihong forced out a smile.

"Xiaomeng, I asked you before, and you didn't object."

"Besides, this marriage is quite good. Dayong is a good-looking boy and his family is in good condition. You can live a good life if you marry him."

"Isn't this woman getting married just to live a good life? Dayong also likes you and will definitely treat you well in the future. What else do you have to be dissatisfied with?"

"I want to marry you." Xia Meng slowly stood up and planned to go out for a meal. "You can keep this kind of trash to yourself."

After Xia Meng finished speaking, she turned around and was about to go out. Unexpectedly, a big hand stretched out from behind and grabbed Xia Meng's shoulder.

"You are not allowed to leave!" Guo Dayong was very angry when he saw that Xia Meng looked down on him. "Speak clearly, who is the waste?"

Xia Meng took two steps back, avoided Guo Dayong's outstretched hand, looked at Guo Dayong without showing any weakness, and spoke clearly and heart-wrenchingly, word for word.

"You are trash!"

"You are 25 years old. You don't even have a serious job, and you don't even work on the ground. You rely on the elders in the family to support you. Your four sisters who are getting married help the family to support you. Do you have no hands or feet?"

"As long as you have a sense of shame and responsibility, you will not lie on your loved ones and enjoy the benefits like a blood-sucking leech, and live your life sucking their blood with peace of mind."

When Wang Lanhua heard this, she immediately shouted in dissatisfaction.

"My family Dayong is still young, he is still a child. When he grows up and gets married in a few years, he will know how to work."

"Bah!" Xia Meng sneered, with disdain in his tone, "A 25-year-old child?"

"But..." Xia Meng looked Guo Dayong up and down, "Looking at his IQ, he really looks like a child."

Xia Meng laughed after saying that, then opened the door and went out.

Looking at the closed door, Wang Lanhua grabbed Guo Cuihong, her chest rising and falling with anger.

"Cuihong, that little bitch, what did she mean by what she just said?"

"She still dares to look down on my Dayong?"

"Who is she? She is just a country girl who looks like that vixen. If it weren't for my Dayong, who would marry her?"

Guo Cuihong said nothing. Xia Meng did look like a goblin, but...

I think of those big boys squatting eagerly around their small foreign-style building when the door opened in the morning...

Ah! Men are really good at that!