Besides, even if the child is not lost, who guarantees that it must be the son?
What if it’s a daughter?
It’s fine for a young lady from a rich family to fight tooth and nail to have a son for status, but why would an “aunt” fight to have a son for her life? Isn’t it a joke?
However, she couldn't tell Xu Xiaoya about this and changed the subject.
The two chatted for a while, and when they were leaving, Yan Xixi once again warned: "Xiaoya, you must love yourself first, and no matter what you do in the future, you must plan for yourself first. You must make good use of that money and don't squander it."
You are not allowed to spend it on any other man."
Xu Xiaoya playfully gave a military salute: "You have the order."
"I'm going to check your account later. If you give it to your family or someone else, I'm not done 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 in a few days, this store might no longer belong to "Yan Xixi"... A woman had a little money in her hands, so she would not be too embarrassed no matter what.
If I hadn't made a plan in advance, would I still go to the hair salon like before?
The sun sets in the west, and the afterglow of the setting sun shines on the patches of red bougainvillea, giving the ordinary red flowers a gorgeous golden edge. Next to them are rows of phoenix trees. It is the flower season, and the trees are full of flowers.
The small golden flowers are connected together, which is very spectacular.
Yan Xixi stopped in the flower pavilion and calmed down for the first time to appreciate the beautiful scenery around her.
Opposite is the villa, with steeples, green tiles, red windows, and cooing pigeons on the roof. The design is ingenious and worthy of the high price.
Before I knew it, I had been living here for a year or two.
She sat in the flower pavilion for a long time before walking back.
There was a strong smell of alcohol in the bedroom. When she was at the door, her heart beat faster, as if she had an ominous premonition.
She didn't hesitate for too long and walked in bravely.
Wang Donglin was sitting on the sofa, next to an ashtray, surrounded by smoke, and an almost empty wine bottle. At his feet, there was a packed box, which contained some of Yan Xixi's miscellaneous items.
things.
At this time, he was staring at the box, regardless of whether Yan Xixi walked in or not.
However, Yan's careful eyes fell on the table in front of him. There were a lot of things on it, including tiger-head shoes, red swaddling clothes, bells, rattles... all kinds of gadgets. A big bag, all of which he had given to his children.
Things to buy.
Since the miscarriage, these things have been kept in the cabinet and have never been taken out.
What is he doing with these now?
Yan Xixi felt anxious for some reason.
But he acted as if no one was around and didn't even notice anyone coming in.
Yan Xixi had to speak first, with a pleasant expression: "Mr. Wang, have you had dinner?"
"No."
"Can I make some side dishes for you?"
He was noncommittal, and 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 worked hard on the dessert, which was the newly learned mango mousse. It was ready and she wanted to taste it herself.
, I’m sure it tastes very good.
Snow-white tablecloth, exquisite tableware, it has been a long time since the two of them sat down to eat together.
She washed her hands, changed her clothes, and made sure she no longer smelled of oily smoke. Then she went to invite him: "Mr. Wang, it's time to eat."
He didn't refuse, he just held the bowl without saying a word.
