Besides, even if the child is not lost, whoever guarantees it must be the son?
What if it is a daughter?
It would be fine if a wealthy young lady was desperately pursuing her son for her status, but why did a "aunt" try her best to pursuing her son for her life? Isn't it a joke?
However, she couldn't tell Xu Xiaoya about this, which changed the subject.
The two of them were chatting for a while. Before leaving, Yan Xixi once again reminded: "Xiaoya, you have to love yourself first. No matter what you do in the future, you must first plan for yourself. You must make good use of that amount of money and never squander it.
Flowers are not allowed to be spent on any other man.”
Xu Xiaoya gave a naughty military salute: "I'll get the order."
"I will check your account later. If you want to give it to your family or someone else, I will never finish it with you."
Xu Xiaoya hugged her waist: "Xixi, you still love me the most."
She smiled bitterly, and it was hard to tell Xu Xiaoya that maybe in a few days, this store would not belong to "Yan Xixi"... A woman has a few money in her hands, so she would not be too embarrassed no matter how much money she has.
If you don’t plan early, would you still be a hair salon girl like you did before?
The sunset is setting, and the afterglow of the setting sun shines on the red bougainvillea, inlaid with a gorgeous golden edge on the ordinary red flowers. Next to it are rows of phoenix trees. It is the flower season, and the trees are all covered with
The golden flowers are connected into one, which is very spectacular.
Yan Xixi stopped in the flower pavilion and calmed down for the first time to enjoy the beautiful scenery around her.
Opposite is the villa, with spire, green tiles, red windows, and cooing pigeons parked on the roof. The design is ingenious and worth the high price.
Before I knew it, I have lived here for a year or two.
She sat in the pavilion for a long time before walking back.
There was a big smell of alcohol in the bedroom. When she was at the door, her heart beat faster, as if she was an ominous premonition.
She didn't hesitate for too long and walked in with a tough bullet.
Wang Donglin sat on the sofa, with an ashtray next to him, surrounded by smoke and a wine bottle that was almost empty. At his feet was a packed box, which was some small miscellaneous things from Yan Xixi.
Things.
At this moment, he was staring at the box, regardless of whether Yan Xixi had walked in.
However, Yan Xixi's eyes fell on the table in front of him, with a lot of things on it, tiger-headed shoes, big red swaggers, bells, rattles... all kinds of gadgets. A large bag of them all for his children at the time.
Things you bought.
Since the miscarriage, these things have been kept in the cabinet and have never been taken out.
Now what did he do to take these out?
Yan Xixi was in a panic for some reason.
But he seemed to be alone and didn't notice anyone coming in at all.
Yan Xixi had to speak first, and said kindly: "Mr. Wang, have you had supper?"
"No."
"Would I make some side dishes for you?"
He didn't agree, she waited for an opportunity to retreat.
That night, she worked very hard and carefully selected four dishes and one soup. These were all Wang Donglin’s favorites. She also put in the desserts. She was the newly learned mango mousse. After making them, she tasted them first.
, sure the taste is very good.
The snow-white tablecloths and exquisite tableware have been sitting opposite each other for a long time.
She washed her hands, changed her clothes, and was sure that there was no smell of smoke on her body, so she went to invite him: "Mr. Wang, it's time to eat."
He did not refuse, but just held the bowl without saying a word.