Matriarch is Pretty and Cool

Bai Chuwei patted one million's tail, and said, "He wakes up and calls me."

After saying this, Bai Chuwei followed Duan Feihan downstairs.

Playing mahjong is a must-have activity during the Chinese New Year.

Duan Xingye had already sat down at the automatic mahjong table, looking at Duan Feihan eagerly, and begged: "Uncle, you are merciful when you celebrate the Chinese New Year. I have so much pocket money."

Playing cards with his uncle, he never won much.

Duan Feihan sat down on the side beside Bai Chuwei, glanced sideways, and said indifferently, "No."

The lady sitting opposite Bai Chuwei smiled at her extremely disappointed son Duan Xingye: "Your uncle will not let you go anymore."

People with objects, that's it.

Bai Chuwei suddenly snorted: "Don't let me Hanhan, I won't lose."

A smile flashed in Duan Feihan's eyes: "Okay, then..."

Duan Xingye shuddered abruptly. He had a hunch that he would be the worst loser today.

Playing mahjong, mahjong has been invented for hundreds of years, and she has played for hundreds of years.

Today they all have to lose to her.

The four of them sat in a group to play mahjong, surrounded by relatives from the Duan family watching the game and watching the excitement, and from time to time they participated in their poker game to make a bet.

Old man Duan and some relatives were sitting not far away watching TV and chatting. The voice of the sketch came out of the TV, which seemed very festive at home.

Duan Xingye's ghost wailing continued: "Four uncle, don't go too far, you can type whatever Weiwei wants!"

Duan Feihan didn't change his face: "It's just a coincidence."

After winning several laps in a row, Mahjong rolled into the Mahjong machine and was shuffling the cards. A middle-aged man quickly squeezed in, grabbing Duan Feihan’s wrist, and shouting: "Fourth, you don’t play mahjong. It’s important. Things must be done first."

Duan Xingye's mother, Yang Jingya, took a glance and sneered: "Fourth, don't pay attention to him, it will be bad for the New Year!"

Duan Fei struggled away from Duan Xiuhao with a cold face, and asked in a deep voice, "What do you do?"

Duan Xiuhao saw that he was surrounded by relatives, and it was hard to say that he could only wink at Duan Feihan. Yu Guang saw an interested Bai Chuwei, and said, "Miss Bai, it's best for you to come together."

The relatives were at a loss as to what medicine was in this eldest gourd.

Duan Feihan's complexion was cold, and his thin lips uttered two words indifferently: "Don't go."

Duan Feihan remembered what his eldest brother was making.

Since knowing that his son Xu Xingchen had decided to marry him, he had wondered whether to propose to the Tong family for Xu Xingchen.

Xu Xingchen is a difficult child. His mother was detained in jail when he was in his third year of high school, and only his father was left. Of course he had to help Xu Xingchen a little more.

On New Year’s Eve, I heard from Bai Chuwei that Xu Xingchen had taken care of his life-long events while participating in archaeology in Zhongzhou.

Needless to say, who else can this object besides Tong Qingyan have?

Duan Xiuhao called, Xu Xingchen answered this vaguely, but he did so by default.

As a father, he certainly wants to give this son the best wedding gift!

Originally wanted to let his wife Yang Jingya go with her, who knew this woman refused.

Father? Duan Xiuhao didn't dare to ask, but he would certainly not agree.

If this is to propose marriage for Duan Hoshino, I am afraid that the whole family will handle it up and down, right? The more this happened, the more Duan Xiuhao felt sorry for the son of Xingchen, and the more he wanted to propose a marriage, the more grand the better!