She decided that she must give birth to a son in the future, and let her son go back to bully Yi Huaiyang's daughter, avenge her, steal Yi Huaiyang's daughter's pocket money, and pull her pigtails. Let's see if his daughter can keep a small notebook to take notes.
Let him know that things are changing and he will be punished if he does something wrong. The daughter should pay for the sins caused by her father. She forgot that if she is Yi Huaiyang's daughter, she is not a thing in the pond. She can be punished so easily.
People bully people. Maybe the reverse is not necessarily true. If Yi Huaiyang knew that Jian Jian had such thoughts, he would definitely beat her up. His daughter must be pampered and no one can be bullied, not even her mother. The key is
The reason is that she must have a daughter. There is nothing, it is all empty talk and it will harm the country.
Yi Huaiyang's dark eyes fell on her upper and lower parts, and his heart palpitated. Although he couldn't tell, it was pretty good. Before, it looked like a small steamed bun, about the size of a string bean, and he was wearing a cheongsam.
, and it doesn’t have that charm. I didn’t expect that after just a few years of seeing each other, something has changed. I moved away from my sticky eyes and fell on her cheeks that were red and pink with anger. I didn’t care that she shouldn’t do it, and said again, “Snip that.
You have broken hair and are still angry because you want to be a Super Saiyan. Your qualifications are not good enough." He restrained his hand from reaching up to touch a few hands. He was sure that he would kill it in the cradle before he raised his hand.
inside.
In his heart, he thought she was pretty pretty, but he still liked her usual appearance. He didn't miss how many eyes fell on her just now.
He simply rolled his eyes at him. Only he could describe the metaphor of Super Saiyan. He is really a talent. "What does that have to do with you? Even so, I am very happy. There are many things, a troublesome guy."
Yi Huaiyang said this because he wanted her to grow her hair long. He vaguely remembered the last time he saw Jian Jian with short hair when he was in the first grade. It had been more than ten years ago. At that time, anyone who saw Jian Jian couldn't help but come over.
After hugging her for a few times, she had two pigtails and was wearing a pink princess dress. She spoke softly and was very lovable. Every male classmate in the kindergarten put delicious food on her table, even though it was him who benefited.
, he wouldn’t go down. Even his stern and powerful grandfather couldn’t help hugging Jian Jian when he saw her, and even praised her for her beauty. But that was the grandfather who chased his ass and beat him up when he saw her. Obviously
He is the only Miaomiao in his family, but he is very unpleasant. But he just doesn't like simplicity. No one knows why, and he himself doesn't know. As a prank, he deliberately put leftover chewing gum directly on her back.
On her back, her long hair was entangled. As expected, she rubbed her red eyes and cried loudly. Even her pink skirt was not spared. Later, her hair was cut much shorter.
, like a bun. After that, she always showed off her hair to others. She looked at the hand that was pulled into a fist out of anger, and sighed. He used to hold those chubby hands, but I don’t know when it started to change.
She's now slimmer and skinnier. But the only thing that hasn't changed is her nails, which are still pink with white.
"I'm afraid that my heart will turn into a river, and maybe my eye sockets will be full, and it will burst out as soon as I turn around. Let me state in advance that I don't take tissues with me when I go out."
Jian Jian's red lips opened and closed without saying a single word. She turned around, silently closed her mouth and pursed it tightly, telling herself that the person next to her was a stupid Women's Federation director, and that a little girl like her was really no match. Stars were dotted in front of her eyes.
, with such a beautiful scenery, why bother arguing with such people, disturbing your thoughts and wasting your saliva. I don’t know when I can see it next time. It’s a rare opportunity.