Song Wanyue blinked her big eyes, waiting for a smile.
Pulling Jiang Ze's face, he urged, "Smile quickly, and I'll give it to you if you smile."
It's strange, why does she look like a bad guy who forces women of good families into prostitution at this moment?
Jiang Ze smiled and said impatiently, "Okay, give it to me now."
Song Wanyue stood up, went back to the house, got out a bag, and handed it over.
"Here, I bought it with my writing salary. It's a Rolex watch. I've used up all of it. It cost me a total of 1,100 yuan."
She wanted to buy a good watch, firstly because it was a good thing, and secondly because it could maintain its value. Even if she didn't like it anymore, she could sell it.
I can’t do business this year, but next year people will gradually set up stalls and then I can wear this watch openly.
Jiang Ze touched the watch and sighed: "It's really beautiful, but so expensive, I can't bear to part with it. Thank you Wanyue, I'll give you the same one next time."
This style is really nice.
Song Wanyue said as a matter of course: "Okay, you must choose carefully when you give me something. I don't want pink lipstick, it doesn't look good, and it's a waste to buy it. I don't like it. What about you? What do you hate?"
It's normal for boyfriends and girlfriends to give each other gifts.
Jiang Ze: "I don't like bitter melon, so I can make do with anything else."
Holding the man's hand, Song Wanyue put it on him personally, "Not bad, the size is right, it suits you well, Jiang Ze, you are so easy to support, can you accept the red fabric of the clothes?"
It seems so. She has seen a man wearing a red short-sleeved shirt.
Not to mention, he looks quite energetic.
Jiang Ze said calmly: "Yes, red is also okay. Why don't you like pink lipstick, Wanyue? Don't all girls like pink lipstick?"
"Who likes it? Do you know which girl likes it?" Song Wanyue asked back, her radar ringing.
Jiang Ze hurriedly explained: "My sister Jiang Yan said that girls like pink, light colors. Lipstick is pink. Why don't you like it?"
He thinks pink lipstick is pretty good.
Song Wanyue looked at the man with disbelief: "I didn't expect you to be such a person."
Considering that everyone has this kind of perspective in this era, I decided to just give up.
She said speechlessly: "Anyway, I don't think it looks good. You are not allowed to give me a lipstick in the color of Barbie pink. Any bright red will do."
Jiang Ze touched his watch and mentioned the engagement again.
"Wanyue, you haven't mentioned the engagement yet. Do you agree? Agree with me, and I'll go home right away to ask someone to propose marriage, and then we'll get engaged. This year, we can get married."
Then he pretended to be wronged and said, "We have been dating for almost four months, you should give me a legitimate status."
It was quick, and the marriage was settled within two months of discussion.
Song Wanyue nodded: "Well, wait until my parents wake up, then you can tell them."
Let men bear the brunt of this storm.
Jiang Ze's handsome face, which had been gloomy, brightened up again. "Okay, I'll tell them. I hope they'll agree."
If you want to marry someone's daughter, you have to go through the procedures.
After dinner, Song Wanyue felt tired and told herself to rest.
Jiang Ze considerately covered the person with a blanket and went out. He had to be prepared.
I slept until half past one.
When Song Wanyue got up, her father had already gone to work, while her mother was still in the living room, chatting and laughing with Jiang Ze.
"My daughter, get up. When do you want to get married? Your father and I have discussed that July 8th is a good day. Why don't you get married on that day?" Song's mother said as she flipped through the almanac in her hand.
Song Wanyue paused. Is this a question?
This is clearly a notification.
"As long as you think it's good, it's fine with me. Was that a good day?" Song Wanyue couldn't understand this kind of book.
People use it secretly, and they watch it when they are renovating their houses or getting engaged.
Jiang Ze couldn't stop smiling.
"Wanyue, come and sit down. Mom said that day is a good day. If we get married on that day, everything will go smoothly and happily in the future."
Song's mother smiled and said, "Well, we'll get engaged next Sunday and pick a wedding date. By the way, the bride needs to prepare a set of clothes for the groom before the wedding. You can make it yourself or buy it."
"Buy it, I'm not very good at making clothes." Song Wanyue declined.
Otherwise, if the groom wears inappropriate clothes on the wedding day, it will be embarrassing for her.
Song's mother warned, "Xiao Ze, what is the betrothal gift? Did your mother tell you? No matter what your brothers were like before, our Wanyue should be the same as their wives. No special treatment is needed."
In a family with many children, they must be treated fairly, otherwise everything will become unclear in the future.
There's no way, both she and Lao Song have suffered losses.
Jiang Ze said seriously: "One hundred and one yuan for the betrothal gift, plus a lady's watch. Both of my sisters-in-law gave me this kind of betrothal gift. Mom, when Wanyue and I get married, we will separate our families. We will come back to visit you more often in the future. We can also live at home. It only takes Wanyue 40 minutes to go to school from home."
"If we live in the staff quarters, it would take more than an hour, which is too hard. It also takes me an hour to go to work at the machinery factory. We live closer to the Song family."
"I have discussed these matters with my family. My eldest brother will be responsible for my parents' retirement. Of course, we all have to contribute money and effort."
Song's mother was a little surprised: "Are they willing to push their children and grandchildren away?"
Most parents like to interfere in their children's affairs. Of course, she is not that kind of person. However, she has seen it so many times that it is not surprising.
Jiang Ze: "I am willing to do so. My parents are very busy, especially my dad. He is a soldier. He only stays at home for a few days a month because he is often busy in the army. My mom is a high school teacher. Now that the college entrance examination has been resumed, she is busy tutoring students. Even our own household chores are managed by each family."
"They rarely interfere with the education of their grandchildren. My mother doesn't seem to like taking care of children very much. She dislikes noisy children and only likes smart and studious children."
"So, they don't seem to have any regrets about us."
This is what Jiang Ze thought. He believed that the Jiang family was a big family and everyone had their own things to do.
There is affection, but I can't say I'm reluctant to separate.
Song's mother has a new respect for Jiang's father and mother. Could it be that when they focus on personal development, they are less likely to control their children?
Song's mother nodded: "Okay, let's stop here today. We'll talk about the engagement next week. Actually, there's nothing much to say. Our dowry for Wanyue is 200 yuan, so we won't buy anything. We have a radio at home, but she rarely uses it, so we won't buy her one. She also has a bicycle and a watch."
"We have a sewing machine at home, and she rarely makes clothes. From now on, everything in our house belongs to Wanyue, there is no doubt about that."
In order to save face, she still took the dowry.
She has given almost everything she should have.
After Jiang Ze left, Song Wanyue was writing a manuscript at home when suddenly her vision darkened and she was blocked.
She stared at the pretty girl in front of her in a daze.
This time it brought shocking news.
"You said you have a partner? Who is it?" Song Wanyue asked curiously.
Song Xuemei smiled shyly.
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