When Song Yanbai smiled, Song Ma was excited!

After all, every time whenever she mentioned blind dates, Song Yanbai turned into a lump of cotton. She didn't say good or bad. She went to meet her in one round. Just like a routine, she finally caught Song Yanbai and smiled at the man's information. Song's mother really wanted to go out and blow firecrackers to celebrate.

"How is my daughter? Mom said that this person's conditions are pretty good. It's not necessarily useful to live a good life. You should find something real. This man is really good. Aunt Fang said that he has a house and a car, and his parents at home are all intellectuals, so he is easy to get along with. And he is very honest..."

Song Yanbai replied to Xiang Yu a few messages and comforted a wolf's terrified heart. As for the information about the Mediterranean man, Song Yanbai stopped joking and hadn't even clicked.

"Yeah... OK... Well, that's good... OK..."

Song Yanbai cooperated with her mother very much and patiently listened to her praise the man several times.

"Don't always be um, um, okay, how about it? If it's okay, I'll give you the contact information?"

Seeing that his mother was about to use her big move, Song Yanbai quickly got serious, "Don't, I'm very busy lately, I really don't have time to get to know each other with him. Let's talk about it when I get home during the Chinese New Year."

When dealing with his mother who is a first-level marriage urging group, Song Yanbai's only tactic is to delay if he can.

If you delay the fifteenth day, you will never compromise on the first day of the lunar month!

"Hey, I said, can you have snacks? I went to the supermarket yesterday and met your aunt Wang, she..."

"The first thing she said when she met was to ask, will your novice have a partner? When will you get married?"

Song Yanbai answered directly, and Song Ma's words on the other end of the phone were blocked in her throat, which was quite helpless.

"Okay, mom, I will recite these words. Even if you write, just use your brain a little. Your daughter is not stupid. Last time you said that security guard who cares about whether I have a marriage, your unit that he only went to a few years ago has never seen me. How could he care about such idiots?"

Song's mother, whose marriage urged her to be exposed, felt a little guilty, but the Song family's women would not easily defeat!

"Are you afraid that you will not be in a hurry? Look at how much money your father and I have sent out in the past two years. Remember Aunt Liu from your father and their unit. I came to my house to send invitations yesterday. My daughter got married next month, but she is still three years younger than you!"

Song Yanbai knew that the topic of urging marriage was urged to start, his mother would definitely bring out all the irrelevant people, such as the seven aunts and aunts, colleagues in the unit, uncles selling pancakes in the community, supermarket cashiers, etc., who has the daughter got married today, who has the son married a girl in his early twenties tomorrow, and which child is the next day after tomorrow, will be full of years old...

Song Yanbai didn't know where her mother found out about these things, but obviously her purpose was very simple, just to brainwash herself.

"I know, I'm actually anxious, but it's useless to be anxious about this kind of thing, do you think?"

"I'm so anxious, I don't think you're in a hurry at all!"

Seeing that his mother had no intention of letting her go, Song Yanbai could only bring out the illness.

"Mom, I'm sick now. Just wake me up. How can I stop talking about these things? My head hurts because of my chanting."

Originally, Song Ma planned to continue brainwashing, but when she heard that her daughter was sick, she put everything aside except for her distress and worry.

"Oh, why are you sick again? Is it serious? Have you taken medicine?"

"It's okay, I've taken the medicine, don't worry."

"How can you not worry? You are not in front of you and you can take care of you if you are sick."

Song Ma's tone was full of distress. In fact, Song Yanbai was working alone in the imperial capital, Lao Song and Song Ma were both distressed, but they just didn't talk much about it.

"Why did you get sick when you change seasons? There was no exception when you went to the imperial capital. This big city really doesn't support people. Didn't I tell you to add or subtract clothes as soon as I called and don't catch a cold? Look at you, you can't take good care of yourself when you're so old."

"Don't worry, it's really nothing. I'm not a ill Iron Man King Kong."

Song Yanbai coughed twice, deliberately lowering his voice and not letting Song Ma hear it.

"Okay, okay, I won't say anything. You're awake anyway, go and cook some brown sugar ginger tea, and then take medicine again before going to bed. Fortunately, tomorrow is Saturday and you don't have to go to work. You can rest more at home. If you always feel uncomfortable, call Yijie and ask him to accompany you to the hospital."

Song Yanbai promised it nicely, but she would definitely not do such a troublesome thing as cooking ginger tea. She got up and drank a large glass of rhinestones and returned to the bed to continue sleeping.

This book was first published by Xiaoxiang Academy, please do not reprint it!
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