Night Ling Yi looks at them a family of three, cold you in the eyes of a meal, flowing through a sad and lonely.

He had fantasized in high school that he would have summer evenings and their children. The best children were a man and a woman. Men were like him and women were like summer evenings. His brother protected his sister and he protected Xiawan.

Xia Wan makes a lot of delicious dishes every night. When he comes back from a day's work, he can eat her dishes. They both look at each other with a smile. He kisses her forehead, the corner of her eyes, the bridge of her nose, and finally his lips. After dinner, he goes to the kitchen to wash dishes. He teaches the children homework and makes the family happy.

When the child fell asleep, he put the summer evening on the bed and poured his body into her body to enjoy her passion, her tenderness, her fire, her kiss, her sweet voice.

However, once within reach of happiness, now, it seems, has been far away.

Ye Lingyi felt very painful in her heart. She was in a trance. She ignored Shen Mochen's provocation. She sat down beside Yan Yan and looked at the water Miaomiao that he could reach.

This woman, which he has recognized as his daughter-in-law since he was sensible, will enjoy his honor and wealth if she accompanies him all his life.

Now, he has honor, wealth, suddenly, more is lonely, he earned so much money, what is the use, want to give people, has become someone else's wife. Living his dream life with other men, he has nothing but money figures.

"Late, late." Night Ling Yi called out, especially tender, tender with heartache, affectionate, regretful, chagrin.

Shuimiaomiao looks at Ye Lingyi.

The only way to see her in his eyes is to see her.

It seems that time can be still at this moment.

Shen Mochen put out his hand and let shuimiaomiao look at him. He locked Ye Lingyi coldly and said, "she doesn't call it late, she calls Miaomiao. Shui Miaomiao, Shen Mochen's wife. "

Ye Lingyi coldly raised the corners of his mouth, and did not conflict with Shen Mochen. He put a piece of chicken wing in the bowl of shuimiaomiao. He said in a soft voice, "I remember that you liked chicken wings best when you were a child. Eat more."

Shuimiaomiao frowns slightly.

Shen Mochen loosens shuimiaomiao's face, puts a piece of yam into shuimiaomiao, and says in a deep voice: "it's not good to eat chicken. If you have bird flu, eat some vegetable dishes. It's good for your health."

Shuimiaomiao lowered his head.

They're here again. Can she pretend to be dizzy again?

Yan Yan looked at his mother sympathetically, and a cunning flashed in his eyes. He went to clip the chicken wings in the water Miaomiao bowl and said with a smile, "braised chicken wings, I have loved to eat since I was a child."

After putting the chicken wings in shuimiaomiao bowl into his own bowl, Yanyan went to pick up the yam in shuimiaomiao's bowl, and continued to say happily: "yam and chicken wings, meat and vegetable together, it's better to eat them."

Shuimiaomiao is moved to look at Yanyan. At this time, only Yanyan, her intimate little cotton padded jacket, can help her out.

Master Shen chews his rice and looks thoughtfully at shuimiaomiao.

His original intention of inviting Ye Lingyi is to let Ye Lingyi know that shuimiaomiao is his granddaughter-in-law, married and had a son, so that ye Lingyi died. But now, how does he feel that shuimiaomiao is still entangled between yelingyi and his grandson?

His impression of shuimiaomiao was greatly discounted.

"Mr. Ye, it's like this. I wanted to talk to you about the investment, but I just gave all the shares to my great grandson. Now I don't make the decision." Said master Shen.

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