Prestigious Family Marriage: Uncle vs Young Wife

Evening.

Dou Weier and Jing Sousuo accompanied Ye Yexin to live in the Yan family's old house. Ye Yinxin, as the only adult person of Mrs. Yan, should be guarding her spirits, but Jingboyuan was distressed by her, only let her stay until twelve o'clock. Force her to go back to the room to rest.

Like that time in the city, Jingboyuan guarded the mourning hall for the leaves.

In the next six days, the people who came to condolences were in a constant stream, and Ye Qingxin and Yan’s father stood by, not knowing how many times you listened to your care.

Wreaths, flower baskets, shackles, shackles, and ceremonies fill the courtyard.

On the seventh day, I went out.

Ye was eager to see that Mrs. Yan was pushed into the incinerator, and she really realized that there was one less family member. She was in Jingboyuan’s arms. He gave him a sense of security and warmth to calm her heart and disturbed.

After the burial, a wave of friends and relatives left to end, drizzle, Ye Yin looked at the people who lived a few days ago, turned into a cold tombstone, her mood is as far away as the misty Extending the green hills, the haze is heavy.

When everything is over, I return to the old house of Yanjia. There is no difference between the yard and the a few days ago. The servants are cleaning up.

Except that, the person is gone.

There are still some follow-up issues to be dealt with, Jingbo Yuan has let Dou Weier and Jing Sousuo continue to accompany Ye.

Dou Weier, who has never gone out without makeup, has been dressed in the past few days and is very disciplined.

In the past few days, her mobile phone has been ringing.

Now it’s ringing again, picking up the phone, waiting for the other side to say, she said something impatiently: “I have important things in the past few days. You just pushed the activities there. Yes, don’t tell me. Those who are useless, I am busy."

When she hung up the phone, Ye said with a heart: "If you have something to go, I don't have much to worry about."

"No matter." Dou Weier re-sitting to Ye Qingxin and said: "Those capitalists can best **** blood. If I talk too well, what do they do for what they do, sooner or later they will be squeezed out of a drop of blood and cannot be used to them."

"I just may not have had a good rest for a long time. Just give yourself a few days off and stay with you."

Dou Weier took the lead in the model selection. The stunning looks and hot body made a name for himself in the Wei Mi big show. Now he has re-signed an internationally renowned model company, often running around the world, online. Searching for her name, jumping out of all kinds of hard photos and messages is dazzling.

She spent all her thoughts on the model business, and she was quite accomplished. It was her enthusiasm. What did the company’s agent say before? Now, she has enough capital and confidence to say no. .

Jing Suo retracted in the corner of the sofa, and slept with his head. In the past few days, she didn't sleep well. She stayed with the leaves during the day and was still busy with the thesis at night.

"You go back to the room to sleep." Ye plunged the knees of the scene.

Jing Soso suddenly woke up and squinted for a moment before returning to God. "No, my brother asked me to accompany you. It is my brother's trust in me. I can't let his old man down."

After all, she made a big fuss.

Ye Yinxin had no thoughts to persuade her, and she went with her.

At five o'clock, Jingboyuan handled everything and returned. Dou Weier and Jing Soso consciously left the space for solitude to two people.

When Yan returned from the first time, he went back to the room and fell asleep. He was also physically and mentally exhausted these days.

The leaves are immersed in the heart of Jingboyuan, and they are willing to take the warmth of him.

The dinner leaves are eaten very little, and after bathing in bed, she can't sleep.

The child is in Nanshanshu, and there are three aunts and Mrs. Jing and Mr. He Suzhen. The leaves are relieved. She and Jingboyuan lived in the old house of Yanjia. For a moment, I didn’t want the old lady to leave, the yard was empty, and the second was unbearable. Master Yan is alone in such a big house.

"Bo Yuan, after the day we wait for this day, the children will be particularly sad?"

The dim light in the yard illuminates the outline of the bedroom, and the leaves are placed on the hard arm of Jingboyuan, looking at the mottled light that the light shines through the window and left on the ceiling.

"Although I can't do it, I hope that our children will not be too upset in the future. People are inherently dead..."

Jingboyuan did not open her mouth, and a slightly heavy breath was sprayed on top of her head, holding her hand in her head, and her thumb was slightly painted.

The rough touch makes her feel at ease.

He was very busy these days, and Ye knew that he was working hard, clinging to his waist, his face buried in his chest, listening to his heartbeat and closing his eyes.

Dou Weier stayed with Ye Yexin in the old house of Yanjia for three days. On the fourth day, she dressed up in fashion and makeup, and took the suitcase away. Jingsuo was a day earlier than her.

Half a month later, Ye Qingxin proposed to let Yan’s father move to Nanshan Villa. Yan’s old house was alone. Ye’s heart was not at ease, and he could not bear to let him live here so lonely.

Yan’s father refused. He said that she wanted to stay. He felt that Mrs. Yan’s wife was still there.

Ye confessed for a long time, Yan Laozi did not loosen his mouth, and Ye couldn’t help himself. He had to take care of the old man over and over again. What happened immediately called her.

Returning to Nanshan Villa, she is inexplicably illusory.

At the beginning of June, the three little guys had been for ten months. On the lawn, Mrs. Jing and Mrs. He Suzhen supported the hands of the young and the dynasty to let them practice walking. The little guy walked with the calf and looked like it. Outdoor wicker chairs stand there.

Every year, he saw the leaves plunging into the heart, rushing to the calf and walking towards her side. The small steps were so anxious that they were afraid of falling behind.

During this time, there was a lot less, and they did not become strangers to Ye.

Ye fell to his knees and greeted them with open arms.

The soft little body flew into her arms one after another, and the leaves held them in their hearts, and suddenly they shed tears.

Her relatives will leave one by one, but at the same time, the new relatives will be born one by one, and will continue to live.

"The past has passed, and I will look forward later." Mrs. Jing knew that Ye Qingxin was thinking of Mrs. Yan, sighing and admiring.

Looking towards the curious stare at the tears on the face of Ye, I looked at the tears for a moment, and put out the fat little hand to wipe it, as if I had to dry her tears. Every year, I had the same kind of study, to wipe the leaves on the other side. Tears.

Soft little hands and strength, directly soft to the heart of the heart.

He stood on the side of the cane chair and looked straight at it. He didn't say anything. He Suzhen saw him and wanted to come over. He went over and asked him: "I don't want to go to my mother?"

Looking up at He Suzhen, the milk screamed.

The cockroach grows most like Jingboyuan. It looks like Jingboyuan’s eyes and nose. Even the mouth has an eight-point image. The character is also the same as Jingboyuan’s childhood. It’s very quiet, and He Su’s eyes are more gentle, holding two sly Only a small hand walked towards the leaves.

On the other side of the leaf, I plunged into the heart of the leaves, and the heart rushed out to make a tone similar to mama, and then extended the small hand of the flesh to wipe the eyes of the leaves.

The intimacy of the three little guys warmed up the leaves, and she embraced her three arms in her arms.

Jing Boyuan stood by the car, holding the car key in his hand, looking to his wife and son's eyes mild.

He Suzhen walked up to him. Jing Boyuan took his eyes from his wife and children and looked at her. Although the relationship between the mother and the child has eased, the gap has not completely disappeared.

"Is there something?" Jingbo Yuan asked alienatedly.

He Suzhen did not look at him. His eyes fell on an unknown small wild flower not far away. The yard will have a gardener to repair it. There will be no uninvited flowers and plants. This grass can grow smoothly. It is also very valuable to have flowers.

"Your father wants to be with me. I have never promised. The thing 16 years ago brought harm to you, to your father, to me and to him..."

Speaking of this, He Suzhen’s throat is like being caught, and some can’t say the next words.

Su Muchen gave her life in that incident. She didn't know why she committed suicide in the past, but she knew that she must be related to her.

Jing Boyuan's free hand was inserted in his trouser pocket, and the other hand's index finger squatted on the key ring, not awkward, like an unconscious little movement.

After a moment of silence, he said: "Life is very short."

This is a bit of a headless, and He Su has been stunned for a long time before he understands what he means.

Life is very short, there is not much time for people to waste and tangled, want to do something, early.

He Suzhen felt that his eyes were hot. "Do you mind?"

Jing Boyuan looked at his son's toddler picture, his voice drifting away. "He doesn't mind, I have any position to mind."