Hundreds of billions of pet marriage: wife, you are the biggest

Chapter 134 Sylas Li's Bottom Line
Tang Ruolan was at a loss for words, and gave Ling Ranran a vicious look.

Did this vixen trick her son to make him so determined!

"Girl, take care of yourself!" She knew her son's temper well, and there was no point in arguing any longer, so she left behind the threatening words and walked away.

After getting into the car, Tang Ruolan suddenly took out her wallet and pulled out an old yellowed photo inside.

In the photo is a girl with a ponytail, squinting and smiling, pure and sweet.

She rubbed the photo and wiped her tears, "Jing'er, if you hadn't run away from home back then, if you hadn't been silent for so many years, my son must have married your daughter by now, and there would be no trouble So much trouble."

Whether they are close friends or not, she and Shangguanjing are best friends, so she will definitely treat Shangguanjing's daughter like her own daughter.

Jing'er's daughter must be like her, so gentle and sweet, Sir will definitely like it.

And this Ling Ranran, who is so proud of being favored and favored, opens a dyeing workshop as soon as she gives some color, and she has a headache just thinking about it.

It's just a pity...

She leaned weakly on the back of the chair.

Shangguanjing has been missing for more than 20 years, and she has no idea where she went.

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After Tang Ruolan left, Sijue Li turned sideways and grabbed Ling Ranran's chin, "Who allows you to meet her?"

He was still domineering as always, but there was concern for her in his eyes, for fear that if he arrived a second late, something would happen to her and the child.

What a worry-free little thing.

Xiao Mingxun didn't know when he would quit.

Ling Ranran gently wrapped his small hands around his naked hair, "I'm not a giant panda, besides, Xiao Mingxun is with me, so you don't have to hurry back."

"Huh? Have you learned to talk back?"

He bit her lips hard, the delicate lips were completely engulfed by him, sucked lightly, as if they were about to melt into his mouth...

She subconsciously let out a whimper, "Don't...my mother is still inside."

"If you want me not to continue, just promise me that you won't see my mother in the future."

"That's your mother, not a scourge."

"You don't understand how stubborn the old lady is. As the wife of the head of the military, what she has experienced and how many methods she has."

"Slas Li, that's your mother."

"Because it's my mother, I know her well enough."

"Okay, I promise you." Ling Ranran said helplessly.

This topic is destined to be Sylas Li's bottom line.

He could let her be willful about some things, but he couldn't let her do some things.

"I heard that you and your father had a deadlock..."

"Don't worry about extra things, you just need to keep your body and mind happy now."

He bent down, touched her stomach again, and confessed a few words.

Ling Ranran was speechless, threatening his own child, Sylas Li was definitely No.1.

However, under his threat, she really felt better. After she vomited earth-shakingly last time, she never had any morning sickness again.

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Time flies, and it's New Year's Eve in the blink of an eye.

When Ling Ranran went downstairs, she saw people posting Spring Festival couplets. The fiery red Spring Festival couplets naturally had a strong sense of discord with this gorgeous villa.

She didn't expect Sylas Li to order his servants to do this.

In fact, a few days ago, she had a dream, dreaming that she was back when she was a child. At that time, although their family didn't have much money and lived in a small bungalow, the family of four enjoyed themselves happily.

During the Chinese New Year, my father wrote couplets and my mother cut window grilles.

But these are just the scenes in her dreams. Could it be that Jue is so powerful that he can see her dreams?

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