"Auntie, drink some water." Sisi thoughtfully brought Pei Ruomian a glass of warm water.
The sound was sweet, like Nongfu Spring, which made Pei Ruomian feel a little sweet even before he drank the water.
He took the water glass and drank the glass of water in a big gulp.
I burped and touched my belly with my hand, feeling temporarily satisfied.
He bent down and sat down on the sofa, sitting next to Ye Zizi.
"Mianmian, have you fallen in love recently?"
When Pei Ruomian heard this, she looked at Ye Zizi in confusion, with a question mark on her face. How could she tell that she was in love?
Thanks to her son, her vision is now very high. She doesn't want anyone who talks too much, who is too enthusiastic, who is too tall, who is too fat, who is too thin, and who is not handsome.
So I’m working hard, and I’m forcing myself to pay attention to what I can. If it doesn’t work, I still have a nunnery.
"No."
After thinking for a long time, he shook his head and replied with two words.
Ye Zizi asked, "Then why didn't you come home like this? Your uncle Cheng and I both miss you very much."
Regarding this question, Pei Ruomian replied without thinking, "I've been too busy with work recently. I will definitely visit you and uncle when I have time."
I'm busy with work, that's a good reason.
In fact, apart from Cheng Shenke, she still likes Cheng Peiyang and Ye Zizi as they are gentle and easy to get close to.
Every time she went to their house, she couldn't bear to leave.
Thinking of this, her eyes couldn't help but turn red.
‘Gululu’ just finished drinking a glass of water and felt full, now she is hungry again.
"I'm going to the kitchen to find something to eat."
Pei Ruomian got up and went to the kitchen.
Sisi followed her closely like a little tail, "I'll go too."
Pei Ruomian turned around, touched Sisi's head with a smile, and led her toward the kitchen.
Zhang Mofei watched the big one and the small one go away, and when he looked away, he glanced at Zhang Jingyou who was coming down from upstairs.
"Jingyou."
Zhang Jingyou was wearing a white sweater, blue tight jeans, and a scarf. She was holding an orange down jacket and a bag as she walked towards the crowd step by step.
"Auntie, godmother." She greeted Lu Anyi and Ye Zizi with a smile.
His eyes turned to Zhang Mofei, "Sister, congratulations."
His voice was as soft as ever, and his smile was gentle and quiet.
Her waist-length hair spreads down her back, as smooth and smooth as black satin.
Hearing this, Zhang Mofei's eyes showed a hint of worry, and she reached out and grabbed Zhang Jingyou's hand, "Jingyou, I'm sorry."
I wonder if Jingyou still likes Pei Moden.
She couldn't let Pei Mochen go.
Pei Mochen's tears and drops of blood had already made her heartache, and she didn't want to see them a second time.
She knew in her heart that Pei Mochen could not live without her, and she could not live without Pei Mochen.
She also doesn't have the right to force Pei Mochen to have Zhang Jingyou.
So she won't be stupid again in the future.
To her sister, she could only say sorry.
Now that her illness is cured, there are many ways to take care of her in the future.
"It doesn't matter." Zhang Jingyou shook her head, pursed her lips and smiled sincerely, "I have already figured it out."
