My Little Mom is the Richest

"But it will increase the chance of winning by 10%!" Nie Junkui suddenly said seriously: "If the An family also targets Yishui, wouldn't it be better for you to join!"

Zhan He opened his eyes wide and murmured: "An Jia!"

"How's it going?" Nie Junkui sat beside the hospital bed and helped Li Yi tuck in the quilt, although the woman on the hospital bed would not react at all.

Zhan He also sat on the other side and said: "I still remember what Yi Shui said when I first met her. At that time, I thought this little girl was a bit interesting. I didn't expect that she would be Li Zhenlong's granddaughter. But she actually lied to me. I was so angry that I heard a lot about her during that time, and suddenly I felt that she was still as ill-fated as before. The second time we met, before we even entered my house, she burst into tears in front of my house, and then She talked to me a lot again. At that time, I really realized that this girl was actually very considerate. The third time, earlier today, her face had not been good and she was out of sorts, unlike the first two times. So sharp, so energetic. Unexpectedly, she lost, to He Peiqi, that cruel woman. Looking at her now, my nose is a little sore."

Nie Junkui listened to the choking voice of Ranger Zhan He, laughed and joked: "I said, don't cry. I can't stand it."

Zhan He glanced at Nie Junkui, and both of them smiled sadly.

"I'll join," Zhan He said after a long silence, "but you have to find a way to protect my grandson, grandson's wife, and two children."

Nie Junkui looked at Zhan He gratefully and said, "That's for sure. Thank you."

"Why are you so polite?" Zhan He listened to the sound of rain outside the window: "Although I have only met her a few times, and although I am half angry with her, I still regard her as my granddaughter."

Li Yishui, who was in a coma, could not hear any sounds, let alone know that the two old men had reached such an agreement. Darkness occupied her mind, and severe pain stimulated her nerves every second. When will she wake up?

A few days later, Xiang Ping returned home with Meng Jie on crutches, and said to Xiang Hua and Chen Ying who had just returned home from get off work with a smile: "Dad, Mom, I want to marry Meng Jie. "

Meng Jie acted very well, and there was no trace of falsehood in the smile on her face. She said affectionately: "Uncle, auntie, hello." After saying that, she asked Xiang Ping to take out the gift she bought and handed it to Xiang Hua and Chen Ying. Then he said: "This is a little bit of my thoughts."

Xiang Hua and Chen Ying, who were sitting on the sofa mountain without standing up from beginning to end, looked at the two exquisite gift boxes and had no intention of picking them up.

Xiang Ping still smirked: "I'll take it as your acquiescence, Dad, Mom, choose a day." He put the gift box down on the coffee table and asked quickly when he felt Meng Jie's strong dissatisfaction.

Xiang Hua closed his mouth and sighed softly, and Chen Ying smiled and said: "Sit down first and speak slowly. Mother Liao, give Miss Meng a cup of tea."

"Auntie, just call me Meng Jie or Xiaojie, don't be so polite." Meng Jie was about to explode with anger, but she still held it back in order to marry Xiang Ping.

Of course, Chen Ying's communicative smile would not be inferior to that of Meng Jie, and the sparks in the eyes of the two women were almost burning.

"Dad, do you think it's too early for me to get married?" Xiang Ping asked proactively after Liao's mother put down the teacup, which also diverted the attention of the two women.

Xiang Hua was still thinking about what Hai Long had just reported about Li Yishui's injury. He frowned impatiently and said, "It's late. You asked me that day. If you really think it's okay, then let's get married. ." ,,.