"Does your partner have any brothers or sisters?"
"What do parents do? Do they get along?"
"Is your family background clean?"
Lin Yuemei asked from the side, and Su Nan answered everything in detail, but accidentally let something slip.
"What? You met his parents last week?" The three shouted in shock.
Su Nan wanted to slap his own stupid brain twice, but now he could only smile awkwardly and gesture with his hand: "Let's just say, we just met briefly."
"Su Nan, don't you take your parents seriously? You didn't even discuss such an important matter with us?" Lin Yuemei took two deep breaths to avoid fainting from anger.
"Mom and Dad, I was wrong. I was confused for a moment and didn't think about this. We haven't gotten married yet, so I thought I'd wait until we were sure we were going to get married before bringing him here for you to see."
Su Nan quickly bowed her head and admitted her mistake. She knew in her heart that she had not considered this matter carefully.
In her previous life, she was used to being independent and making all her own decisions. In this life, she suddenly had parents who loved her, but she had not changed her mindset. Usually, when encountering major issues, she would make her own decisions and would not discuss them with others.
Moreover, Su Nan felt that it would be more appropriate to bring the child home after getting married. Otherwise, if the relationship didn't work out in the end, wouldn't his parents be even more worried?
But Lin Yuemei and Su Qiangguo don't think so. In the minds of their generation, talking about love can be regarded as a major event in life and must be done with caution.
But she is young, and they are afraid that she will be deceived by a scumbag, so they want to help her identify it based on their experience.
No one in the Su family spoke for a while. After a long silence, Lin Yuemei spoke again: "So you are planning to get married, and that's why you came to tell us?"
"We agreed to get married in the spring of next year, and then this weekend, while you're on vacation and have some free time, I'll bring him over to show you."
"Nannan, you've grown up now. As long as the decisions you make are on the right track, your parents and your brother will unconditionally support you. So bring him here this week so we can see what kind of guy can be so obsessed with you."
Lin Yuemei thought for a long time, and finally touched Su Nan's long hair with a smile. Her daughter had grown up, and if nothing unexpected happened, she would eventually get married. As parents, they couldn't stop her, right?
And from what Su Nan and Su Yang said, her boyfriend is a very nice person. If it turns out to be true after they meet each other on Sunday, it will be a wonderful thing.
"I love you." Su Nan couldn't help but have tears in his eyes. He hugged Lin Yuemei with Su Yang in between.
Su Qiangguo walked forward silently and put his hand on her. The family hugged her for a while before letting go.
*
This weekend it was Zhou Rang's turn to be nervous. He got up early in the morning and went to the bathroom to carefully shave his newly grown beard, then carefully applied a facial mask on his face in front of the mirror.
Recently, Su Nan has been taking Zhou Rang to apply facial masks together. He refused at first, thinking it was very strange for a grown man like him to do this. Later, when he saw that he could enjoy Su Nan's help in applying the mask personally, he happily agreed.
After applying the mask, Zhou Rang felt his whole face was refreshed and supple. He nodded with satisfaction, and then saw that Su Nan had not gotten up to clean up yet. He sighed, walked to the bed, bent down, and pinched her face.
"Baby, get up. It will be too late if you don't get up now."
Su Nan impatiently waved his hand away, frowned, and said with a bit of irritability: "Wait a minute."
"Can you bear to let me be late for the first meeting of my parents-in-law? And then get a bad reputation for being unpunctual?" Zhou Rang lowered his voice, and his aggrieved tone went straight into Su Nan's ears.
"Hey, I'll get up now." Su Nan grasped the hand Zhou Rang extended to him, and with the help of his arm, he sat up from the bed. He yawned sleepily, then got out of bed and slowly walked towards the toilet.
As soon as I reached the door of the toilet, I heard Zhou Rang's question coming from outside.
"Nannan, should I wear a white shirt or a black shirt?"
As Su Nan was tying her hair, she leaned out halfway to look at the two shirts in Zhou Rang's hands, frowning. "I think when meeting my parents, a white shirt will look lively, while a black shirt will look too dull."
"Does this mean that none of them are suitable?" Zhou Rang scratched his forehead dejectedly for the first time, looking extremely distressed.
Su Nan had just tied her hair into a bun when she suddenly remembered something. She walked towards Zhou Rang's closet and took out a navy blue shirt from a row of colorful shirts. There were some unique details on it, and the material and style were also very chic.
It looks expensive at first glance, and it is indeed very expensive.
Su Nan bought this piece for Zhou Rang when she was shopping with Feng Meng at the Shanghai Department Store. She fell in love with it at first sight and thought that Zhou Rang would look very charming in it and that it would suit him very well.
So he spent a huge amount of money to buy it, but due to various reasons, Zhou Rang has never worn this dress. Now it is old enough and he can wear it to meet his parents.
"Try this one. I think you'll look really domineering and elegant in it. I guarantee my parents will have the same idea in their minds when they see you."
Su Nan nodded affirmatively, then handed the shirt to Zhou Rang, and then picked out a pair of black trousers and stuffed them into his arms.
"What's your idea?" Zhou Rang glanced at the clothes in his arms, then looked at Su Nan eagerly.
Su Nan smiled mysteriously, snapped his fingers, and lowered his voice: "My son-in-law is really steady, a man you can trust."
After he finished speaking, Zhou Rang didn't react at all, but Su Nan was amused by his own words. Then, regardless of his reaction, he went straight to the bathroom to wash up.
Zhou Rang was left standing there in a daze, and after a while, he slowly raised the corners of his lips.
When Su Nan came out after washing up, Zhou Rang was adjusting the collar of his shirt in front of the mirror. Hearing the noise, he subconsciously looked in her direction.
"Not bad." Su Nan whistled at Zhou Rang in a gangster manner, took two steps forward and asked for a kiss.
Zhou Rang is very tall and has a slim figure, with broad shoulders and a narrow waist. His muscle lines are sexy and seductive. When he wears a shirt, he is a walking heart-harvester for girls.
His eyebrows and eyes were stern, his facial lines were clean and neat, and when his lips were slightly pursed, his whole face looked somewhat cold, noble and indifferent, which was a bit intimidating, making people feel that he was not worth approaching.
The navy blue shirt was slightly fitted, outlining Zhou Rang's slender figure and thin waist. The black trousers wrapped around his two powerful long legs, but they were a little small, so the bulge below his waist was clearly visible.
"Ahem, let's change our pants first." Su Nan put his fist to his lips and coughed unnaturally, but his eyes couldn't help but look down.
Zhou Rang looked in the direction she was looking at in confusion, and saw his little brother.
"Well, I need to change it." His tone was not only not awkward, but also had a hint of pride?
Su Nan looked at his long and thick eyelashes when he lowered his eyes, and shut up silently. It seemed that any man, when it came to the issue of "dignity", would be particularly confident and rogue.
Zhou Rang was no exception, but he really had the capital, and...
Su Nan subconsciously looked at that place again, rolled his eyes, and couldn't help but measure the size in his mind.
She can only say that this capital is strong enough, but as to how strong it is, that is not something you should know.
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