1396: C1396 No One Can Compare with My Wife

C1396 No One Can Compare with My Wife

He has seven uncles.

No matter what, it wasn't his turn.

After Mu finished speaking, he carried his little schoolbag and ran upstairs like a wisp of smoke. He hid in his mother's room to take refuge.

"Mom, I remember that I still have a lot of things that I haven't bought yet. I'm going out to buy things."

Hei Yan also quickly found an excuse to escape.

"Jun Zhao!"

Ye Junhao shouted in a low voice.

Hei Yan stopped and turned around. He said bitterly, "Big brother, please spare me."

"You are my brother. If you don't go to hell, who will? Come, come, let me help you shave your hair. This is your honor. The people outside want me to help them shave their hair, but they are not qualified. "

Hei Yan looked at Ye Lan as if asking for help.

Ye Lan smiled and said to Ye Junhao, "Jun Hao, don't tease him. If you want to practice, you can practice normally. This time, don't use him to practice."

She winked at her eldest son.

The full month banquet was also Jun Zhao's blind date banquet. If the hairstyle was too ugly, it would lower his score.

"Big brother, I'll buy you a lot of fake people to practice with."

Knowing that he would not be used by Ye Junhao to practice, Hei Yan was relieved. However, he did not sit down again and still said that he wanted to go out to buy things.

When there was only the mother and son in the hall, Ye Lan took out an envelope from the drawer of the coffee table. The envelope was filled with photos. She handed the stack of photos to Ye Junhao. She said, "Jun Hao, look at these girls. Which one is better?"

"Let's filter them out first. The full month banquet the day after tomorrow will be arranged according to our selection. Let's see if Jun Zhao will call them."

The eldest son had married and had children early on. The marriage was not something that a mother like her could interfere with from the beginning to the end.

The old man did not care about the marriage of the youngest son. Ye Lan naturally seized the opportunity to settle the big matter of the youngest son's life.

Not only Jun Zhao, but also the other young masters of the Jun Family. Their parents also had the same thought. They wanted to use the full month banquet to help their sons choose a good woman to marry.

As long as those stinking brats took a fancy to them, no matter what family background they had, they would agree.

In any case, those who could attend the banquet in the Jun Family were the worst.

Ye Junhao found an excuse to do his hair in the open, but he didn't use it. He felt a little depressed in his heart, but he couldn't blame his mother for helping Jun Zhao.

Jun Zhao had been outside for a long time and rarely came back. Although his mother didn't say it, she was worried in her heart.

Now that Jun Zhao came back, as his mother, she naturally wanted to make it up to him and solve the big issues in his life.

He put down the set of hair cutting tools, took the photos, and casually looked through them. He said faintly, "No one is comparable to my wife."

Ye Lan laughed, "It's not like I'm asking you to choose a wife. Don't compare them with Chuchen. Of course they can't compare to Chuchen."

How many people were as lucky as Chuchen?

Not only did they marry the most outstanding man in the city, but they were also deeply doted on by their husbands. Now, who didn't know that Director Ye from Jin City was a spoiled wife maniac? It was fine that she was doted on by her husband, but Chuchen was still a boy. She was a second child and had three treasures. There were children and women.

Even Ye Lan, the mother-in-law, felt that her daughter-in-law's life was good.

"Mom, let Jun Zhao choose for himself. He is the one who is looking for a life partner. He must be satisfied with it. If I help him choose, I will eliminate all of them. They are not as good as my wife."2

Ye Lan did not know whether to laugh or cry.

"Forget it. I will bring it to your grandfather and grandfather to take a look. I will let the two elders give it to them."

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