"Then, what should I do about Yue? What if Xia Chen is really your son?" Mu Xuan stood up and stood beside Ye Yan.
Turning his head suddenly to look at Mu Xuan, he had forgotten.
He punched the table. Damn it, as long as he thought about her, nothing could come to his mind.
"You know, next month is our wedding."
"Yan, remember what I said? Don't be so hasty. You have been together for so many years, right? It doesn't make any difference whether you have a wedding or not." Mu Xuan said with a frown.
He had seen it before. Since that incident six years ago, Yan seemed to be missing something. People said that it was because Yue Yue suffered an assassination that it had an impact on him. But Mu Xuan knew very well,
It's definitely not because of her, I believe she herself should know it very well.
Then why are you still so anxious to get married? It is said that it was she who proposed it, right? If it is a man you love very much, don't you want to find out?
"It's been ten years. It's time to give her a wedding. Besides, we love each other, don't we?" Something flashed through his heart, but before he could see it clearly, it had already disappeared without a trace. Ye Yan didn't know what it was.
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The wedding is on the 1st of next month, July 11th, Valentine's Day. This day is an exciting day for all lovers or couples, but today's Valentine's Day has news that has shocked the whole country.
Ye Yan, the second young master of the Ye family, and the president of the Ye family group, will enter the auditorium with Yue Yue, a celebrity in the advertising industry, on Valentine's Day, July 11th next month, ending their ten-year relationship.
Long distance running.
The front pages of newspapers across the country these days are all filled with intimate photos of Ye Yan and Yue Yue. Even the ten-year love between the two has been highlighted. There must be no one who doesn't know about it.
"Mommy, godmother, I'm full, let's go upstairs first." Chen'er obediently wiped off the oil stains on her mouth, stood up as if she couldn't wait to go to the second floor.
"Baby, have you finished your homework today?" Hitomi said hesitantly. She seemed to have seen him writing non-stop in the study room on the second floor when he came back from school on the first day of school, but she didn't see him doing it after that.
Finished the homework.
"Well, I finished everything for this semester on the first day." Nodding, Chen'er answered quickly and moved slowly.
"Baby, go ahead, remember to take a shower and go to bed at half past nine." Ziyu also put down the bowl and touched her bulging belly. Hey, she will definitely gain weight if she eats like this every day. But.
Who told Hitomi that the food he cooks is always so delicious, no matter how much he eats it, he never gets tired of it.
"Yes!" Unable to conceal his excited interest, Chen'er stood up straight, saluted mischievously like a soldier, and went upstairs with a bang.
"Hey, Ziyu, is this okay? Although the baby is very smart and can't even solve college problems, but..." Hitomi looked at the figure happily going upstairs and said a little worriedly.
"He should live a normal life, right? Hitomi, we all want him to have a happy and worry-free childhood, because for us, that kind of childhood life is something we cannot have. But, Chen'er was born with this
He has the ability to read and remember, his mind can not only turn sharply, but also make continuous turns, and he is so good at computers. However, have you ever thought that he is such a person, and we all gave him a chance?
? Send him to kindergarten, like ordinary people, step by step, but you should know Chen'er's temperament, he will think about things, and if he wants to live a life, he will choose it himself. So,
Tong, don't worry." After a pause, Ziyu took Tong's hand and looked straight at her, as if he wanted to look into the depths of her heart.
"He has us by his side, right? He has you as his godmother, as well as piano, chess, and painting. I know what you are worried about. You are afraid that we will fail this mission. But, believe me, no, we won't