Chapter 1422

The man was dressed in black and had a hat on his head. He couldn't see his face clearly. He only heard him say in a cold voice, "who told you to go to Ji Mianmian to make trouble?"

Ye Xuguang's wife's eyes turned, "no No one... "

The man sneered, "who told you that ye Shaoguang died? If you don't answer the question, your son's hand will be useless forever. You can't believe it. "

When ye Xuguang's wife heard this, she was so scared that she quickly said, "I said that today, a man suddenly told me that ye Shaoguang died and his house was occupied by a woman named Ji Mianmian. I'm not poor and crazy, so..."

"From now on, don't make any trouble with Ji Mianmian. Otherwise, you and your son will never see the sun tomorrow."

"Well, well No, we won't trouble that woman... "

The man left the child to her, and she ran a long way with her crying son.

……

At daybreak, Ji Mianmian got up in a hurry. She was going to the company today. Sister Mai said that she interviewed two new people and asked her to make up.

As soon as Ji Mianmian opened the door, she was stunned. On the doorknob, there were hot breakfast, including Cao Ji's fried dumplings, Guanglin Zhai's shrimp dumplings and barbecued pork buns.

Ji Mianmian said in front of Ye Shaoguang that if she could eat these things every morning, she would not change them if she was given a billionaire.

Ji Mianmian's shaking hand is Who put it here?

Cold burning?

No, he doesn't know what he likes?

So What's so clear about her preferences?

Sister Qingsi?

It's impossible. Even if she knew it, she couldn't have run so far to send it to her and hung it on the door.

Who else could it be?

Ji Mianmian is still the taste in memory when he bites it with his mouth open.

……

In the twinkling of an eye, Christmas is over, and Christmas Eve is over. Yan Qingsi doesn't care about these festivals, but Mrs. Yue and Yue listen to the wind like children. They put up Christmas trees in the living room, full of small gifts.

It's new year's day. It's a national holiday. Yue Tingfeng is at home with Yan Qingsi.

Ji Mianmian came to see Yan Qingsi. She found that the little girl was suddenly happy, not on the surface, but in her eyes. Her eyes seemed to light up a lot.

Yanqing silk asked her if there was anything good, Ji Mianmian shook his head.

She did not say, Yanqing silk naturally did not ask, as long as she can be happy, other is not important.

"Don't go anywhere on New Year's day today. Stay at home."

Ji Mianmian shook his head: "no, I have to go back. After all That's my home, too. "

Yan Qingsi sighed. Suddenly, Ji Mianmian, who grew up, was so strong that he was distressed.

Before it was dark, Ji Mianmian left. Yan Qingsi asked her to bring a lot of things. She wanted to move all the things she could.

Yue Tingfeng embraces Yan Qingsi standing at the door and goes back: "it's too cold to go back to the house. It looks like snow."

Yan Qingsi looked at her flat stomach, and then looked at Yue. Listening to the wind supporting her like an old Buddha, she sighed: "you say I'm pregnant now. I don't feel like I've been pregnant for a few days. How can I feel like I've been for a long time?"

"No, I haven't. I'm going to be a new year's Eve, you see."

Yan Qingsi sighed again: "I'm just idle. That's why I have the feeling of living like a year."

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