Slag Girl Illustrated Book

Too many people have seen it, and they have guessed which rich second generation's handwriting is, this person named Hehe is too happy!

Ruan Xihe smiled softly when he heard the comments of the people around him. There was no rich second generation, only an artificial system 044 that belonged to Ruan Xihe.

"Thank you Sisi."

"You're welcome!" Xiao System's tone was a little cheerful.

"Fatty."

"What's wrong?"

"We want to stay together."

"good!"

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She went to Chanel and bought a small camellia brooch for 30,000 yuan as a New Year's gift for herself.

Carrying a small bag, feel the familiar cold in Nanshi.

A little girl selling flowers came up and said, "Sister, buy a flower for ten yuan each, it's not expensive."

Ruan Xi and his eyes were fixed not far away. A man whose eyebrows had been staring at the little girl, sighed softly, took out one thousand yuan from the bag, and handed it to the children: "Give it to me."

"My sister is too much, there are 20 more here, just give me two hundred." The kid raised his head, but it was rare and kind.

Ruan Xihe touched her head: "You have to hide the remaining money, don't tell others."

"Sister, you are so kind." The little girl had not been wronged for a long time, she had shed tears, and her eyes were red when she was treated so tenderly.

"Okay, Happy New Year." She left after leaving these words, but the little girl stayed on the spot looking at her back for a long time.

"Hehe, the group in front seems to be your adoptive parents." 044 was the first to discover Wang Qiren's family.

Ruan Xi paused with her footsteps. In fact, she has changed a lot now and when she was a child. She hasn't seen each other for many years, and they might not recognize her.

"Xiaohe!" Ruan Xihe was caught by Qiao Xin's wrist as he passed by.

She didn't have any mood swings, but smiled at Qiao Xin gently and detachedly: "Aunt Qiao."

"Xiaohe." Wang Qiren didn't expect to meet this kid here either.

"Uncle Wang." She nodded politely.

"Who is Dad?" A seven or eight year old girl wearing a pink princess dress and a pink and white down jacket looked at Ruan Xihe curiously.

"Lele, this is sister, younger sister and sister." Qiao Xin took the lead.

Wang Qiren could feel his wife's mood swings and could only squeeze his wife's hand comfortingly.

"Hello, sister! Happy new year sister!" The child was very sensible and likable, and said hello to Ruan Xihe loudly.

"Hello, Lele, Happy New Year." Ruan Xihe smiled to the child, much more real than just now.

"Sister, you are so beautiful, Lele likes beautiful sister!" This kid is a little familiar, and is not afraid of coming over to pull Ruan Xihe's hand.

"You are also very beautiful." She has never complained about this child or anything between adults and an unborn child.

"Sister, we are going to have a New Year's Eve dinner, okay with my sister?"

Wang Lele warmly invited Ruan Xihe.

"This is dinner for your family. My sister is an outsider, so you can't go."

She smiled and stroked the little girl's head.

Qiao Xin broke down in an instant, she kept shaking her head, and took Ruan Xihe's hand: "No, no, we are a family, Xiaohe, mother, I'm sorry."

"Auntie Joe, you are not sorry for me. I understand. Grandma and they should all be waiting for you. Go ahead. I'll go home first."

Ruan Xihe took away Qiao Xin's hand gently but firmly, and left.

Qiao Xin looked at her back, squatting on the ground and crying silently.

New Year’s Eve is no different, eating and sleeping, by the way, the hotel gave a small gift to guests in the presidential suite, describing a delicate hand made by a little princess.

There was no activity on the first day of junior high, but Feng Yu called her a New Year greeting call, and the two chatted intermittently for half an hour.

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She replied to those people one happy new year

Mo Tingshen's contact information was blacked out by her. Although Mo Huiyu kept it, the chat history remained on that day.

She never keeps her ex’s contact information in her mobile phone, and she will definitely be clean every time she breaks up.

In the second grade, I went to visit my father's grave.

Every year, she would come over to repair the grave with her own hands, and then sit in front of her father's grave, chattering and talking to him about some of the things that happened to her during this time, both good and bad.

"Dad, I have seen my mother. She should have had a great time these years. She is more beautiful than before. You must be very happy. After all, mother is your favorite person in your life."

"But, I seem to be hurting her, hehe, you must be annoyed to kill me, because I disturbed my mother's happiness, but I just helped her to verify that the man she missed was so easy to fall in love with I'm so ironic."

"I dated her stepson. Mo Huiyu is too arrogant. He must think that I love him very much and cannot do without him. He treats me as a prey. Dad, do you think men are like this, selfish? Domineering again."

"His face was so ugly that morning, and I made his heart hurt. But I didn't feel particularly happy, just a calm emotion."