Addicted to Love: Baby, be good

Chu Qian didn't expect that the truth was so ironic.

He still remembers that in the late Qing Dynasty, his second sister-in-law helped Sheng xinruo run on her again and again.

At that time, between the three women's war, one of his uncles was not easy to interfere.

Besides, Chu Zhi, as a husband, has not intervened. It's not appropriate for him to intervene as a little uncle.

Unexpectedly, the final result is so ironic.

Chu Zhi married the woman who killed his wife, and he is still in the dark.

Chu Huaijin went to the sofa and sat down, lit a cigarette, and then asked, "little uncle, smoke one?"

Chu Qian refused, frowning and admonishing him: "smoke less, smoking is harmful to health."

"I'm addicted to smoking. I can't help it."

"For the sake of Iraqis and children, you should also smoke less."

Chu Huaijin almost forgot. My uncle now pays attention to health preservation, mostly because of Zhou muyao's weakness.

He took a deep breath of smoke and pressed it out. "OK, no more."

Chu Qian was satisfied with his lip, and Chu Huaijin slowly spits out a smoke ring: "Grandpa probably won't hold on for long, and he will send someone here. At that time, we will expose the three brothers and sisters of Sheng Zhichong. "

"What if father doesn't send someone over?"

This question, Chu Huaijin also thought about, if he does not send people over, then what to do?

"I can only go abroad to investigate the case, find your biological mother and take her back to the country. Grandma will not be unable to sit down at that time. She must come back to you. " Chu Huaijin rubbed her forehead lightly: "of course, this is the next step, and things will not be so bad."

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Pei's official residence was arranged by a professional wedding company.

The whole residence is beautifully decorated, and it is full of dreamlike sweetness.

Pei sanshao changed into formal dress early in the morning. The dress in rudimentary language has been customized. The servant sent it to him.

After he had a look, he took it to Chu Yu himself.

The invited guests were on their way to the mansion. He went upstairs and knocked on the bedroom door.

"Come in." Sitting in front of the dressing mirror, the first language heard the knock on the door, and the mask on the face was uncovered.

"Yan Yan, your dress is here. Go and have a try?"

"You wait, I'll wash my face first."

After washing her face, she dried the water drops on her face with the tissue paper. When she looked up, she found that the man who was pestling at the door had a burning vision.

"How What's the matter? " She reached for the dress, reached into the air, and stood still.

Pei Hongqin looked at her white as if she had peeled an egg, and her heart suddenly itched. He reached out, rubbed her face for a while, and smiled: "xiaojiaojiao."

Boom for a while, the rudimentary face rose instantly.

What, what Petite!

She's not a little girl!

She raised her eyes, black and white eyes, with discontented stare at her: "how do you give people nicknames?"

It's a fool, a coquette and a flower

"I like it." Pei sanshao shaved her nose and turned to her cloakroom.

Without hearing the footsteps, he turned around and said, "come on, it's too late."

Chu Yu bit his lip and stamped his foot before he stepped up.

In the cloakroom, there are all her clothes, shoes, hats and accessories.

These are all the things Pei sanshao has set up for her. None of them is not the best.