My Husband Who Is Ten Years Younger Than Me Knows How to Catch Ghosts

Han Ziyu, the seventh youngest son of the Han family in Beijing, contracted a strange disease when he was eight years old. The Han family traveled around the country and abroad, and many experts looked at it, but nothing could be done to cure it. As a result, on the day Han Ziyu was about to die of illness, an old Taoist priest came to his door and said that Han Ziyu had a tough character and that if he wanted to survive, he had to find someone with a tougher character to suppress him. The Han family had no choice but to seek medical treatment in a hurry. "Where can I find such a person?" The old Taoist priest said: There is no need to look for this person. If you want to be tough on fate, no one can be tougher than my apprentice. When the Han family heard about it, they wanted to kill them on the spot. However, after the old Taoist priest folded Han Ziyu's horoscope and a piece of yellow paper and burned it, Han Ziyu miraculously woke up. Since then, Jiang Daxian has become Han Ziyu's fiancé. The conditions in the village were not good. When he was seventeen years old, the old Taoist priest called the Han family, hoping that they could take Jiang Daxian to study in the capital. To show their respect, the seven brothers of the Han family were waiting at home to greet Jiang Daxian when he arrived. Jiang Daxian stopped talking as soon as he opened his mouth: "It's amazing. I heard from the aunt in the village that in the 1980s, there was a lot of arrests for pregnant women. Did our mother not get arrested and sterilized after so many births?" Everyone in the Han family: "······" Han Ziyu's eyelids suddenly twitched when she saw her fiancé, who was as old as his nephew and still had baby fat on his face. Small theater: Jiang Daxian: "You are my fiancé! You are so good-looking, but you are a bit old. But don't worry, I don't dislike you. I heard people say that female juniors hug gold bricks, and I hugged three gold bricks! It's great." Han Ziyu: "But I dislike you." "Ah?" Jiang Daxian was stunned: "Why do you dislike me? Apart from not being good at studying, I am excellent in other aspects." "I just dislike you for not being good at studying," Han Ziyu said with a fatal blow: "I don't like scumbag students." Jiang Daxian: "But they also said that big bosses like to play with those young young models who are seventeen or eighteen years old. I am just seventeen. You are taking advantage of me no matter what, and you don't even like it. It blinds you." Han Ziyu: "······" Intention: Even bad students are awesome.