A Different Husband Every Day

"Yinyin, Sister Ran Ran is so beautiful." When they got out of the car, they saw Xia Ran standing outside to greet them.

Xia Ran's beauty is a very natural and extremely graceful beauty, and her body is full of oriental classical charm.

The improved cheongsam dress was worn on her body, which looked more like a picture of a lady. She stood there, and the breeze blew her hair, adding a touch of vitality to the demure her.

Her facial features are not particularly delicate, but her jaw lines are smooth, her neck is slender, her shoulders are straight and her back is straight. She has a graceful manner. Standing there naturally reveals a sense of calmness.

In addition, her eyes seemed to be full of water and light waves, like the quiet stream in the empty valley, as if there was an invisible sense of healing when she looked at it.

"Sister Ranran." Li Weiyin rushed forward and hugged Xia Ran, "I miss you so much."

They haven't seen each other for many years. Xia Ran patted her on the shoulder before looking at Xu Yimo, "Boyfriend?"

"My husband." Li Weiyin pursed his lips and smiled, "Xu Yimo, we have been married for less than a month."

"Sister Ranran, hello." Xu Yimo generously followed Li Weiyin's address.

"Hello." Xia Ran responded with a smile, "Go, let's go in and say."

As the airport is far away from here, and there was a traffic jam for a while, Xia Ran’s pastries were ready and served directly, but Li Weiyin was ruined. First, I took one to Xu Yimo: "Try it, I I like it very much."

Xu Yimo just opened his mouth without answering, and Li Weiyin also tacitly fed him.

Xia Ran sat across from them, watching their interaction, and couldn't help but pull the corners of her lips.

"Is it delicious?" When Li Weiyin arrived in front of Xia Ran, he had a childlike appearance, hoping that his favorite things would be recognized by others.

"It's delicious, as good as the things Yinyin makes." Xu Yimo highly recognized.

Li Weiyin was happier and cared about Xia Ran while eating: "Sister Ranran, why did you have a car accident?"

Xia Ran shook his head lightly: "I don't remember."

"Are there any sequelae?" Li Weiyin asked quickly.

"I have some memory loss." Xia Ran nodded slightly, "but I remember everything about you."

Li Weiyin believed that Xia Ran remembered herself, but she was still worried about Xia Ran: "Then what did you forget?"

Xia Ran was startled, and reluctantly said: "I forgot..."

"Mr. is back." Before Xia Ran finished speaking, there was a sound outside, followed by the servant's announcement.

Xia Ran looked out the window, a car parked in front of the courtyard, and a tall man quickly walked in.

The man had thick black sword eyebrows, diamond-shaped deep eyes, a tall nose, European roots, deep eye sockets, high brow bones, and peach lips.

Someone once said that Rong Fan's facial features, any man can look outstanding with just one point. If he is lucky enough to occupy two points, he must be a handsome guy. Rong Fan, who is fully occupied, is the pinnacle of the yellow race, really three hundred sixty-five. Handsome with no dead ends.

He walked in slowly, seemingly feeling, and looking here.

The calm gaze passed through the luxuriant trees and vines, and the transparent and bright glass, facing Xia Ran. At that moment, the ice and snow melted, and spring returned to the earth, gentle and infinite.

Li Weiyin and Xu Yimo stood up and watched Rong Fan in a British suit walk in.