Female heirs have less right to marry and need to be married

Chapter 871
As a result, there was a click...

The sweet-scented osmanthus tree was an sweet-scented osmanthus tree after all, not a small white poplar. How could it bear the weight of the tall Quan He? A section of the trunk of the sweet-scented osmanthus tree that had grown for decades was just killed in battle.

"Quan Hyuk, this is my grandma's favorite sweet-scented osmanthus tree!" Ji Yunran couldn't bear to look directly at it.

"My swing!"

Juanjuan was stunned for a moment, then realized that he could not sit on the swing, and almost cried.

Quan Hyuk was unprepared and fell directly to the ground. The fall didn't hurt, but his heart ached.

Of the two women who hurt him, none of them cared about him.

"I fell to the ground, so none of you care about me? Don't you ask me if I'm hurt?"

"Quan Hyuk, it's less than a meter from the ground. It would be a miracle if you were crippled!"

"Mrs. Quan, I seem to be hurt, pull me up."

Quan He deliberately lay on the ground and couldn't get up. Ji Yunran knew that this man was acting like a baby again. If she didn't follow his wishes, she didn't know how to make a fuss.

Ji Yunran walked over and stretched out his hand to pull him.

"What do you think? You are so big, it's no wonder that the tree trunk can support you..." Ji Yunran scolded him.

Quan He held Ji Yunran's hand, pulled Ji Yunran down, and Ji Yunran fell into his arms, and the two had an ambiguous posture.

"Bad guy, I knew you were going to play tricks?"

He kissed her eyes. He loved her eyes the most. They were clearer than mountain springs and clearer than the waters of the Indian Ocean, just like black gems.

His hand followed the contours of her face, across her eyes, nose, and lips, then pinched her chin, shook it vigorously, and said with a smile,

"There are still seven days!"

Ji Yunran glared at him, knocked off his hand, and taught, "The child is here, don't make trouble."

Juanjuan couldn't see her flirting parents at all, all she could see was the broken tree trunk, which was lying on the ground alone.

"My swing, my swing..." Juanjuan murmured, tears streaming down his face.

When Quan He heard the crying, he looked at the sad Juanjuan, and he no longer wanted to continue flirting with Ji Yunran.

He got up with Ji Yunran in his arms, helped her stand up, and then came to his daughter, coaxing, "It's okay, there are many trees in the garden."

"I just want to swing under the sweet-scented osmanthus tree."

Ji Yunran said, "Let's make a stand. Putting the swing on the stand is much stronger than putting it on the sweet-scented osmanthus tree."

"No, I'm going to put it on the sweet-scented osmanthus tree. It's all my father's fault. My swing can't be done..."

"..."

"Don't touch me, I don't like you anymore, I want to change my father." Juanjuan pushed Quan Hyuk and said angrily.

"Nonsense, how can dad change!" Quan He scolded.

Ji Yunran coaxed, "But, if you put it on the sweet-scented osmanthus tree, won't your parents be able to play with you?"

"why?"

"Because the sweet-scented osmanthus tree is too fragile to support the weight of mom and dad. We can make a shelf and three swings under the sweet-scented osmanthus, and mom and dad can play with you together. At that time, we will compete to see who can swing better Are you high?"

Juanjuan looked at the sweet-scented osmanthus tree, then at his parents, and nodded in agreement.

"Okay, but I want a pink heart-shaped swing, none of you can compete with me." Juan said, wiping away tears.

"it is good."

"..."

"Don't cry, you won't be pretty if you cry."

"Ah."

……

Because Juanjuan was impatient, after dinner, Ji Yunran helped Quan Hyuk make a swing in the garden.

Workers were hired to install the brackets, while Quan He and Ji Yunran made the ropes and planks.

"What do you want to draw on your swing?" Ji Yunran asked.

The curly swing drew a beautiful heart shape, and Ji Yunran drew his favorite lotus flower. I don’t know what to draw on Quan He’s swing?
"Draw your face."

"roll."

"I just want to draw your face on it." Quan Hyuk said innocently.

"Then don't I want to be sat under your ass?"

"Then you paint my face, and I am willing to sit on your buttocks."

"No!" Ji Yunran said in disgust.

"If you don't draw, I will draw by myself!" Quan He took the pen from Ji Yunran's hand, intending to draw on his swing.

"You can still draw?"

"What's so difficult about drawing?" Quan Hyuk didn't think drawing was a special skill at all.

"Hehe... Liu Ye, you are so confident. I want to see how well Liu Ye draws."

Ji Yunran became interested, it was the first time for her to see Quan Hyuk's painting.

Quan He stared at Ji Yunran's face, as if the painter carefully observed the model's appearance and characteristics before starting to paint, and he really looked like a great painter.

Ji Yunran squatted there, resting his chin, allowing him to look at him.

The lights in the garden hit her face, casting a caritas contrast, making her outline more three-dimensional, and she was as beautiful as the fairy Chang'e in the moon palace.

Ten minutes passed, and the paint on Quan Hyuk's pen was almost dry, but he still didn't start writing.

"Big painter, you've been watching me for 10 minutes, can you start painting now?"

Ji Yunran muttered, "We've been together for so many years, every day when you open your eyes, the first thing you see is me, you still don't know what I look like?"

"Do you look the same when you wake up?"

"Why is it different? Have I changed my face now?" She was without makeup in the morning, and she is also without makeup now.

"You have eye feces in the morning."

"Quan Hyuk! I'm going to kill you!"

No woman can be exposed to eyeballs in the morning in front of the man she loves.

Ji Yunran blushed and punched him, thinking that this man could not speak.Quan Hyuk blocked all her attacks with one arm.

"Why did you hit me? Did I say something wrong? Isn't it normal to get eyeballs in the morning?" Quan He couldn't understand why Ji Yunran suddenly turned his face.

Some people say that men and women belong to two planets, so men will never understand women as creatures.

"Quan Hyuk, shut up, I don't want to talk to you!"

Quan He lowered his arm, and Ji Yunran took the opportunity to attack him. Quan He's reaction was amazing, so Ji Yunran naturally didn't take advantage.

"Well, I'm just about to paint."

Ji Yunran was angry, turned his head to one side, and ignored him, while Quan Hyuk was serious about drawing.

In the cool breeze of autumn night, without the scorching heat of summer, Ji Yunran sat under the osmanthus tree, smelling the fragrance of osmanthus, and looking at the bright moon in the sky.

"It's finished." Quan Hyuk said.

Ji Yunran rested her chin, turned her head, saw Quan He's painting, and almost blinded her eyes.

"How about it?"

Ji Yunran's paintings are very good. When she was 17 years old, a painting titled "Missing" was sold for [-] yuan.

(End of this chapter)