The zombies I raised escaped overnight

Chapter 44 Parents Approval

Lang Xiao had a thorough understanding of the words of the next generation kiss in the Yan Mansion.

In the huge garden, Lang Lang shouted and embraced, and the people around him kept booing and asking for warmth, and from time to time burst into surprise cries.

"It's so smart! You can memorize everyone in one pass!"

"Good grandson, call again, who am I?"

The teammates followed the steward to another place, Lang Xiao and Yan Qinghe walked at the back, and sighed: "This formation is nothing more than playing monkeys."

Yan Qinghe was noncommittal.

Lang Xiao: "You were also like this when you were a child?"

Yan Qinghe recalled: "No, my father and the old man had high expectations of me when I was young, so they were a little strict."

"Then what now..."

If Lang Lang is really a normal seven-year-old now, he will be called a fool in no time.

Lang Xiao can listen to everything

"Okay! This language is quite strong!"

"Prodigy! Prodigy!"

"This kid is smart, you can see through it!"

Lang Xiao shook his head: "This is too exaggerated."

Yan Qinghe nodded: "Blind praise can easily make him lose himself."

Lang Xiao is not worried: "From now on, I will scold you every night."

"..." That's not the case.

Yan Qinghe changed the subject: "The wedding venue is in a garden at the back, not far away. I'll take you to have a look after it's set up in two days."

Lang Xiao didn't care: "Okay, you look at the arrangement."

Old Master Yan teased his great-grandson all the way and was satisfied. Now that he saw the son-in-law his grandson was going to marry, he didn't lose his temper anymore.

"You have been running outside for so long, and you are also tired, go and rest first."

Yan Qinghe nodded, and dragged Lang Xiao to his residence, but was stopped by Yan's mother.

"Let Xiaoxiao go to the yard next door to you. I've already had someone clean it up. Even though it's a boy, it's not suitable for etiquette."

Mother Yan was the one in the family who least rejected Yan Qinghe marrying a man.

That night, she was sent to Yan Qinghe's place to inquire about the matter. The two chatted for a long time, and after three o'clock, Yan's mother came out of Yan Qinghe's house, showing no joy or anger on her face.

After she went out, she rushed to the study room without stopping. The lights in the study room were brightly lit at this time. Old Mrs. Yan was not sitting in the main seat, but sitting on a chair casually, holding the handle of a crutch with round shape, not knowing what she was thinking.

After Mother Yan came over, she saluted him, and Old Master Yan came back to his senses.

"Qingzhi, sit down, how is the question?"

Xu Qingzhi told Mrs. Yan the news.

"The wedding needs to follow the modern process, and the elders in the family are not required to attend?"

"Isn't this nonsense?" Old Master Yan snorted, "I suddenly sent a message about getting married. I thought it was some great skill, but in the end I couldn't even manage a wedding venue."

"I went to see the venue, the layout is very well-organized, and the old head of the tailor shop in the north of the city was invited to start making the clothes early, and it will be ready in two days."

Xu Qingzhi's voice was soft: "Qinghe has always been a child who doesn't need to worry."

"Don't worry?"

"Hmph, if you really restrain your temper and concentrate on studying, you really don't have to worry about him when he becomes the next head of the family. Now look at him, he will be thirty after the new year, and the child is eight years old. How long will you let him out? This is the result of the year? When you go out, you will first get pregnant with another woman, and now you will marry a man again."

Mother Yan's expression remained unchanged: "Grandpa, Qinghe is 28 this year."

Old Master Yan: "Thirty years old!"

"After the new year, the virtual age is only 29. Qinghe was born in November, and after the November of the next year, he will only be really 29 years old." Yan's mother broke up with him seriously.

Old Master Yan's beard trembled: "You have your own set of fallacies, I won't talk about it with you."

Yan's mother went on to say: "Studying alone can't save Yan's family. In these years, there has been no accident at home, and life is still so stable. Didn't it all come out by relying on Qinghe? That child has been away from home for a few years. This year It’s rare to go home, I only made such a request, and there is no reason to stop it.”

"Now I have an heir, and his appearance and personality are exactly the same as Qinghe's when he was a child. Xiaoxiao put it in a bad way, but she was kidnapped by Qinghe to become a stepmother. Xiaoxiao doesn't mind having such a big son for nothing. Let the two of them go about their lives."

Old Master Yan sat there in a muffled voice, not saying a word.

"Furthermore, with Qinghe's age and qualifications, taking Xiaoxiao, we are already considered a high climber, so don't be in the midst of blessings and don't know your blessings."

Old Master Yan raised his voice: "Gao Pan??!"

Yan's mother counted with him carefully: "Look, Qinghe is 28 this year, and he has just reached the tenth level, and Xiaoxiao is also the tenth level, but Xiaoxiao is 23 this year. Normally, he is just graduating from school. Just look at qualifications In terms of hard work and hard work, Qinghe is far behind him."

"Xiaoxiao is young, and already has two fiefdoms. Half of the southern base is in Xiaoxiao's hands. I heard Qinghe say that although the two of them are in love with each other, he wants to take all of the southern base. In my hand, I proposed to marry Xiaoxiao. In essence, we are also untenable."

Old Master Yan's eyes widened, and he tightly clenched the crutch in his hand: "Isn't this a jerk! This is something that a student from a scholarly family can do?!"

If other Yan family children were present, they would probably have shrunk their necks to talk, but Mother Yan was not afraid of him.

"Let's talk about children. At the age of 23, Xiaoxiao is willing to marry far away to raise a seven-year-old child, and she can also decide not to have children for the rest of her life. Qinghe owes him a lot for such a sincere and good child."

The voice fell to the ground, and there was no sound in the room for a long time.

After the candle beeped, Mrs. Yan let out a long sigh: "Forget it, children and grandchildren have their own blessings. I can't control so much with my old arms and legs."

Seeing Old Master Yan let go, Mother Yan got up to go back, but was stopped by Old Master Yan again.

"You can persuade Qinghe tomorrow to change the wedding to a classical one. Our Yan family guards such a big old garden, so how can we have the nerve to hold a modern wedding?"

Mother Yan: "I'm afraid it can't be changed, Qinghe likes modern weddings very much."

Old Mr. Yan said angrily: "This will not work, no matter what, how can modern weddings compare to classical ones!"

Mother Yan was unmoved: "Perhaps modern weddings include kissing the couple at the end."

Old Master Yan: "..."

Early the next morning, Mother Yan woke up with a start.

In late autumn, the morning was already bitingly cold, so she put on a shawl and went out.

Standing at the door was her lover, Yan Mu had gentle eyes and was about to let him into the house.

The lover was locked outside the door all night, and now his face was purple from the cold, and he was shaking like a sieve. When he saw Yanmu, he was still trembling and tugging at the corner of Yanmu's clothes.

Mother Yan needed to listen carefully to understand what he was saying.

"You, you go, go and call that unfilial son, call him here!" Yan's father said, being smothered by the warmth of the room, Yan's father gradually opened his mouth, "You bastard, I won't be with you for a while if you marry a man." He cares, you ask him to bring his grandson to greet me, and from now on, every morning, noon and evening, three meals a day will not be missed!"

Normally, he couldn't compete with Mrs. Yan, but Yan's family rules are strict, so it is reasonable for the younger generation to pay respects to the older generation!

Although Yan's father looked at Yan's mother, his eyes did not fall on her. His eyes were blurred through Xu Zhiqing, as if he saw his white and tender little grandson.

Mother Yan knew this, and she was not annoyed, she smiled lightly, tightened the cloak around her body, and lightly brushed off Father Yan's hand holding the hem of his clothes.

"Uncle Yan."

Steward Yan is an old servant of the Yan family. They have followed the Yan family for hundreds of years. It is not an exaggeration for Yan's mother to call him Uncle Yan.

Butler Yan respectfully stood aside: "What are your orders, madam?"

"Mr. has been blowing the wind outside all night. I'm afraid he's going to catch a cold at this time. In order not to infect others, from today onwards, Mr. will be temporarily placed in the Xiwan Courtyard. You will send someone to take good care of him until he recovers completely. Go out again."

Butler Yan: "Yes."

"Also," Yan's mother leaned against the door frame, not looking at Yan's father Qi Aihe's disbelieving gaze, "Qinghe will be busy these two days, so don't worry about him. After Xiaoxiao and Lang Lang wake up, let them come I’m here, and the snacks and soups in the small kitchen are also prepared, I heard that Xiaoxiao likes to eat them, let them make more tricks.”

Butler Yan smiled: "Okay, I will write it down."

Mother Yan: "Well, Qinghe and Xiaoxiao's teammates..."

Butler Yan: "Madam, don't worry, I will make proper arrangements."

Yan's mother nodded in satisfaction: "Okay, sir, I will try to take care of myself before the wedding ceremony."

Butler Yan: "Patriarch, let's go. If you stay here, it won't be good if you infect the younger generation."

Father Yan sniffed, the severe cold froze his mind again: "Then let's go."

When we got to Xiwan Courtyard, Father Yan came to his senses: "No! I haven't agreed to marry that bastard yet!"

Steward Yan looked at him, sighing: "Madam already obtained the approval of Mrs. Yan yesterday."

Father Yan stiffened his neck: "So what, I just don't agree, I'm his father!"

Butler Yan read out the words Mother Yan gave him without haste: "If you disagree, Lang Xiao will not be able to enter the family tree even after the young master gets married."

Father Yan snorted softly, that's what he wanted, if he didn't enter the genealogy, he wouldn't be considered a part of their family.

"If Lang Xiao doesn't enter the family tree, neither does Lang Lang."

Father Yan: "?"

Wait, that's not quite right.

"If Lang Lang can't be included in the family tree, then he is not your grandson. It is unreal for the young master to take him to greet him every day. You don't let them enter the family tree, and the old man loves his grandson and great-grandson very much. Maybe someday..." Butler Yan hesitated.

"That's it!" Father Yan was a little flustered.

"One day, the old master will put the eldest and young master's family under other direct lines, or give him a single branch."

"Impossible, my father is the most disciplined."

"The old man is so strict about the rules. For the sake of his great-grandson, he agreed to this marriage. If you refuse at this time...you don't want a son or grandson."

Father Yan's expression was dull, and he finally figured out the twists and turns.

"It's over! It's on time in four days!"

"Old Yan, go open my private treasury and pick some good ones to send to Lang Xiao! It's not easy for this child to marry from afar, so we can't wrong him."

Butler Yan was about to respond.

"No, no, we don't know what Lang Xiao likes. You let Lang Xiao and Lang Lang go to my private warehouse to pick out what they like."

Butler Yan showed hesitation: "Madam doesn't know about your private treasury yet, I'm afraid there's too much commotion..."

Father Yan choked his neck: "I am the head of the family!"

"Yes."

Steward Yan held the key to the private treasury, looked at Father Yan's trembling back as he entered the courtyard, shook his head and sighed.

In the entire Yan Mansion, on the bright side, there are ten mistresses, large and small, but they all know that there is only one real mistress in the Yan family.

Butler Yan took the key to the private treasury and left.

"The spare key given by Madam is useless now."

The author has something to say: Father Yan: Secretly opened a private treasury behind his wife's back, Old Yan, you have to keep it a secret!

Butler Yan: ...

That afternoon

Mother Yan counted the spare keys in the box: Which private vault is this this year?I still love to play so much at a young age, it's really not worrying that I don't have it today~

感谢在2021-02-1016:21:23~2021-02-1021:06:37期间为我投出霸王票或灌溉营养液的小天使哦~

Thanks to the little angel who threw the mine: 1 Phantom Princess;

Thank you very much for your support, I will continue to work hard!