Chapter 3825 : Yin Yijie is the least angry 9——Let me eat it!
I shook my head and said, "That's different from us, and it's different from my amnesia. Don't expect mom to accept it after dad dies.
Sometimes Mom will get tired of Dad pestering her for a long time; I don’t want to pluck out the last bit of Mom’s dignity, crush it to pieces, and trample on it under my feet.
If you miss the right time, you will miss it forever.
I was thinking, Dad has been here for three years, if he can’t do it, let him come out; send him somewhere to stay, and don’t come out and run around.
Staying in jail is not a good look after all.[
Not to mention anything else, he gave me a family, a surname, and a grandma, and he took me until I was more than ten years old. We can't forget our love."
"Okay, I'll let someone do it later.
Yong He and Gong Liangyi's assets here are already being sorted out. Once they are clarified, they will be transferred to your name at once.
It's better for you to coordinate the arrangements, otherwise it will be very chaotic."
Every time Yin Yijie speaks, he will think clearly about the causes and consequences, take into account all possible relationships, and think of countermeasures; this is what he is like, and he is different from others.
I nodded, facing the sea, and smiled: "You don't think I'm greedy, do you think I want anything from you?"
Yin Yijie shook his head, kissed the corner of my mouth, and whispered: "You'd better ask for everything from me. If you don't like it at all or refuse it,"
Ah, you pervert, can't you say something else?
I had nothing to say and was extremely idle, so I said, "Can you be more classy?"
Brother Twelve not only plays the violin, but also plays the guitar. He can also recite poetry and paint. He is good at playing chess, calligraphy and painting. Look at you.
It seems like he only has a few hobbies left, and those degenerate hobbies are hard to talk about."
Yin Yijie didn't like hearing it anymore. He couldn't see me saying good things to others, especially to Twelveth Brother. His old jealousy was bubbling out in jars.
Biting my earlobe, licking and nibbling it, making me uncomfortable, I
I can't hide, I can't hide
Yin Yijie nibbled for a while, and the thing on his body pressed against me, and then he stopped reluctantly and hummed:
"Ke'er, I don't know how to be arty, I don't know how to play music, chess, calligraphy and painting, and I don't want little girls to like me when I go out. This is my only hobby, so just let me eat it, I'm hungry."
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