"Xiao Yuan, my mother will also register you with a Weibo account. Look, you all have to play with Weibo."

Pei Qi: "..."

Mo Linyuan: "..."

His expression looked at his wife in a difficult to describe, and his mood was a little complicated.

He always felt that the name "Xiao Yuan" was related to him, but Pei Zhiyi denied it.

But every time he heard this title, he felt very uncomfortable.

Especially when I saw the dog wagging his tail at Pei Zhiyi's moment, his mood became even more subtle.

"Sister, I think Brother Yan is pretty good. Don't always say that to him."

"If you don't say he's a dog, can you say he's a pig?"

Pei Zhiyi looked over with a cold look, and Pei Qi was so scared that he immediately fell silent.

"Yes, if Shi Boyan wasn't a pig, how could he let such a good girl like Wu Dun do not cherish her. He had to wait until someone filed for divorce before he began to regret it."

Hearing this, Mo Linyuan looked at Pei Zhiyi again, with an unpredictable expression in his eyes.

Don't cherish it?

Will you regret it only after divorce?

He didn't know what he thought of, and a sarcastic curve appeared on the corner of his lips.

No, I won't regret it, he won't.

His eyes fell on Pei Zhiyi's side face again. She did not look at him, but looked at Pei Qi, raised her chin and said:

"Why did Shi Boyan ask you for a Weibo account? Can he register by himself?"

"No, it's the account I bought for him for a long time. He never cared about this. It's been a few years. Why do I remember to ask me for an account now? How can I remember it after so long?"

Pei Qi complained while replying to Shi Boyan.

On the other hand, Shi Boyan frowned after receiving Pei Qi's reply.

Then, I picked up my phone and downloaded the app on Jiulang Weibo.

I logged in to the account and changed the login password with my mobile phone, and then I successfully logged in.

As soon as I successfully logged in, hundreds of thousands of private messages appeared in the background, which can be traced back to six or seven years ago.

Shi Boyan ignored other private messages directly, clicked on the front private message, took a look, and replied.

When Tong Hua came out after taking a shower, Shi Boyan was sitting on the sofa, holding his cell phone in his hand, as if he was busy with some work.

Every time he thinks about a problem, he always looks silent and focused like this.

Tong Huan was stunned for a moment, then frowned.

I found that after so long, I still know some of Shi Boyan’s habits.

She was a little annoyed, frowned, and took her eyes away from Shi Boyan's face.

Hearing the movement, Shi Boyan raised his head and looked at her.

Just now she had just finished taking a shower and changed into a lightweight home clothes, and her hair fell down her shoulders.

The long hair that I washed was not dry yet, I just wiped it with a dry towel, and it was not dripping water down, but it was still wet.

This kind of child Huan is more likely to make him feel moved by his home look than he is nervous when facing others.

Looking at her, he could always think of the indescribable quiet and peaceful years, and the tranquility from the bottom of his heart, which was always brought to him by the children.

Shi Boyan thought to himself, if he decisively signed the divorce agreement when Tong Huan proposed divorce, could he still enjoy such tranquility and beauty in his life?
Chapter completed!