At first, she was deceived by his harmless appearance, wasn't she?

"I wonder if you are married? Do you have a girlfriend? Do you have a girl you like?"

Sima Zhao knew his heart, and everyone on the road knew it.

As soon as this sentence was asked, Mo Ruchu was petrified on the spot, because the subtext behind his father's sentence was too obvious, right?

"Dad, I'm full. I'll go upstairs first."

"sit down!"

"..."

Qin Keshu snorted in his heart, but there was a smile on his face, because all this was within his expectation, so what's wrong with it?

"Uncle, I'm only twenty-eight years old, so I haven't started a family yet, and I don't have a girlfriend yet, but I do have someone I like."

As he said this, if his eyes seemed to be empty, he looked towards Mo Ruchu.

At that moment, Mo Ruchu felt as if he had been struck by lightning.

Damn it, what kind of trick does this bitch want to play?

There's no way he couldn't see what her father was planning, so how could she... mislead him like this?

"Oh? The person you like? Who is it? It doesn't hurt to talk about it. If possible, uncle will be your matchmaker. I believe that with my old face, Mo Zhendong, I should still have some respect."

"Then thank you uncle first. I wonder if uncle Mo will object if I like it, if it is Uncle Mo's little daughter Ruchu?"

"...Qin Keshu! Are you crazy?!"

No, no!

There must be some conspiracy, there must be! But what on earth is this guy thinking?

She analyzed frantically, but couldn't grasp anything.

Mo Zhendong, on the other hand, burst out laughing after hearing what Qin Keshu said.

"Hahaha, how can I object? If I get such a virtuous son-in-law, I, Mo Zhendong, will also be blessed in this life. So, Ke Shu, you asked someone to give me such an expensive gift this morning. How did you get it? Yes

Do you want to be a bride price?"

A rare and authentic painting by a famous foreign artist, Picasso, was delivered by Cheng Yang in the morning.

Giving gifts sometimes not only needs to be valuable, but also needs to be tailored to the recipient's liking, so it's obvious that Qin Keshu was very successful.

Under Mo Zhendong's deliberate ridicule, Qin Keshu also smiled slightly and immediately agreed.

"I'm very happy that my uncle likes me, but as before, I think it is more precious than anything else. So, if my uncle agrees to our marriage, how can Keshu's betrothal gift be as shabby as just a painting?"

"..."

Are you crazy? Mo Ruchu listened to every word from beginning to end, and his heart couldn't help but twitch.

She stroked her forehead feebly, although she didn't know what medicine Qin Keshu was selling in his gourd!

But! After all, she is a living person. After all, she has the right to express her position!

"Snapped!!"

He put his bowls and chopsticks hard on the table, making a lot of noise.

"Have you said enough? Am I dead? These things you are talking about are obviously about me, so can you respect my thoughts?"

"Qin Keshu, what are you thinking about? Are you and I so familiar?"

"And dad, what on earth are you thinking about? You bribed you with just one painting? Can't you see that your daughter doesn't like him?"

Is this world upside down? It has only been a few days, but why does she feel that Qin Keshu has become even more difficult for her to understand and see through? At first, she was deceived by his harmless appearance, wasn't she?

"I wonder if you are married? Do you have a girlfriend? Do you have a girl you like?"

Sima Zhao knew his heart, and everyone on the road knew it.

As soon as this sentence was asked, Mo Ruchu was petrified on the spot, because the subtext behind his father's sentence was too obvious, right?

"Dad, I'm full. I'll go upstairs first."

"sit down!"

"..."

Qin Keshu snorted in his heart, but there was a smile on his face, because all this was within his expectation, so what's wrong with it?

"Uncle, I'm only twenty-eight years old, so I haven't started a family yet, and I don't have a girlfriend yet, but I do have someone I like."

As he said this, if his eyes seemed to be empty, he looked towards Mo Ruchu.

At that moment, Mo Ruchu felt as if he had been struck by lightning.

Damn it, what kind of trick does this bitch want to play?

There's no way he couldn't see what her father was planning, so how could she... mislead him like this?

"Oh? The person you like? Who is it? It doesn't hurt to talk about it. If possible, uncle will be your matchmaker. I believe that with my old face, Mo Zhendong, I should still have some respect."

"Then thank you uncle first. I wonder if uncle Mo will object if I like it, if it is Uncle Mo's little daughter Ruchu?"

"...Qin Keshu! Are you crazy?!"

No, no!

There must be some conspiracy, there must be! But what on earth is this guy thinking?

She analyzed frantically, but couldn't grasp anything.

Mo Zhendong, on the other hand, burst out laughing after hearing what Qin Keshu said.

"Hahaha, how can I object? If I get such a virtuous son-in-law, I, Mo Zhendong, will also be blessed in this life. So, Ke Shu, you asked someone to give me such an expensive gift this morning. How did you get it? Yes

Do you want to be a bride price?"

A rare and authentic painting by a famous foreign artist, Picasso, was delivered by Cheng Yang in the morning.

Giving gifts sometimes not only needs to be valuable, but also needs to be tailored to the recipient's liking, so it's obvious that Qin Keshu was very successful.

Under Mo Zhendong's deliberate ridicule, Qin Keshu also smiled slightly and immediately agreed.

"I'm very happy that my uncle likes me, but as before, I think it is more precious than anything else. So, if my uncle agrees to our marriage, how can Keshu's betrothal gift be as shabby as just a painting?"

"..."

Are you crazy? Mo Ruchu listened to every word from beginning to end, and his heart couldn't help but twitch.

She stroked her forehead feebly, although she didn't know what medicine Qin Keshu was selling in his gourd!

But! After all, she is a living person. After all, she has the right to express her position!

"Snapped!!"

He put his bowls and chopsticks hard on the table, making a lot of noise.

"Have you said enough? Am I dead? These things you are talking about are obviously about me, so can you respect my thoughts?"

"Qin Keshu, what are you thinking about? Are you and I so familiar?"

"And dad, what on earth are you thinking about? You bribed you with just one painting? Can't you see that your daughter doesn't like him?"
Chapter completed!