Chapter 505
505 Do you like Chinese or western style wedding?
Get married!
When he said that, not only ruan Mengmeng and ruan zhaotian, but they also looked horrified.
Even the great young master Li’s deep eyes flashed with a suspicious look of surprise.
dad, are you alright, Yingluo? are you suffering from dementia again? do you want me to take you for a checkup? ” Ruan zhaotian was the first to react.
He jumped off the bed with his walking stick and came over with a worried face.
How long had it been since his Mengmeng and Li junyu started dating?
Don’t be fooled by the boy’s affectionate words, do the two of them understand each other? Do you know what kind of person he is in private?
Would there be a period of getting used to each other? would they quarrel? would the man coax the woman, or would the woman give in to the man?
Alright, even if we put this aside, the time they’ve known each other is too short!
According to ruan zhaotian’s plan, the two of them would have to be together for at least three years before they got married.
There was no longer an impulsive period of passionate love at the beginning. After a period of getting used to each other and making sure that there were no dissatisfaction, they could get married.
This was from his experience-as a wastrel, ruan zhaotian deeply knew what a sense of novelty was.
He was afraid that after the novelty had passed, li junyu would no longer be able to love his Mengmeng, and his little darling would be the one who would be hurt.
dementia, my ass! Your dad’s mind is very clear! Grandfather ruan smacked the back of his son’s head.
“Since they like each other, and junyu can make his own decisions, why can’t they get married? Look at how many years I have left to live … If I don’t see my Mengmeng get married now, I’ll probably not see me in two years, I’ll be dead!”
The old man’s heart started to ache as he spoke.
“Grandpa, don’t talk nonsense. How could you not be here?” Ruan Mengmeng’s heart ached when she heard her grandfather’s words. She did not even hug tyrant anymore and quickly rushed over to hug her grandfather.
Tyrant:
The young girl who had just promised not to let go had actually run away.
Li junyu’s face turned cold when he felt a chill in his arms.
However, seeing the grandfather and grandson hugging each other, she couldn’t let Ling Nan throw grandfather ruan away like how she had bullied her second son.
Li junyu was angry, but he still had to maintain a cold smile.
“Grandpa knows his own body well. He doesn’t have many years left. Grandpa’s good, if I don’t see you get married, Grandpa won’t be able to die in peace, Yingluo.”
When an old lady was being naughty, she was just like a child.
Ruan zhaotian had just said, ” even if the whole family agrees, I haven’t. old master ruan rewarded him with another fried chestnut.
This time, ruan zhaotian held his head and didn’t dare to speak.
Instead, it was ruan Mengmeng who tried to persuade her grandfather in a soft voice.
“Grandpa, I’m not even ready to get married.”
Ruan Mengmeng was thinking about the trouble at li junyu’s home.
Even though she firmly believed in li junyu, he still Had Yao Yuqing at home to settle, and … And her mother’s matter.
Even if the ruan family and the Li family agreed to let them be together, Chen Qingzhi’s situation was not something to be alarmed about.
Her mother was currently receiving treatment in country M. No matter what, even if they were to get married, they would have to wait until Chen Qing recovered and returned to China. The mother and daughter would have a face-to-face talk.
Hence, the young girl hugged her grandfather and said in a soft voice, ” “And I still have to observe Yingluo. Grandpa, don’t be so anxious. Let me think about it. What if your granddaughter decides to go back on her word?”
These words were just to coax her grandfather.
As soon as he finished speaking, a deep and magnetic voice came from behind him. “Grandpa, I think your suggestion is very good. I don’t know if you like a Chinese wedding or a Western one.”
Ruan Mengmeng,”eh?”
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