Diamond Wedding: Exclusive possession of mystery wife

Yang Lin's eyes darkened. "Grandpa, grandma."

An Zhonghui gave a lukewarm hum, but it was Zhou Qin who took her hand and looked at her haggard appearance with some heartache.

"Lin'er, you don't look very well. Haven't you rested recently?"

Yang Lin bit her lip and didn't say a word.

An Rong pretended to wipe the tears that didn't exist in the corners of her eyes, "it's not that those paparazzi have been chasing lin'er recently. They are all responsible for it, which has affected lin'er's career."

"If you do something wrong, you should review the problem from yourself." an Zhonghui suddenly said after a long silence.

Sharp eyes swept over, and an Rong immediately settled down.

She bowed her head wrongfully and pulled Yang Lin's sleeve.

Yang Lin was unmoved and looked at the ground with dull eyes. She didn't talk much since she was "caught cheating" in the hotel on the spot.

"Ah Qin, let the kitchen prepare more dishes. When ah Zhe and his family come back today, all of you should pay attention. Don't make any more moths come out, or you'll get out and settle down for me." an Zhonghui knocked in a cold voice.

The others were silent. Zhou Qin was a little dissatisfied at the bottom of her heart and didn't dare to show it.

But for her son's sake, she wished they would never come here again.

Outside, the sound of the car's engine came faintly.

"Uncle!"

At the door, the servant's voice was somewhat respectful.

The crowd followed the sound. Anzhe led a woman in. When they approached and saw the woman's appearance, Zhou Qin and his party suddenly changed their faces.

The look seemed like seeing a ghost.

Except that an Zhonghui knew that Jian Wei was not dead, others were kept in the dark.

An Chong's eyes locked on the people standing next to an Zhe. His pupils widened, his brain was blank, and the surrounding voices could not be heard.

She, she's still alive

Jian Wei lifted her eyes and looked at the people in the living room. When she saw an Chong, she just looked away. The indifferent attitude deeply hurt an Chong.

Compared with that time, she looked at him with more indifference.

"You, are you a man or a ghost?" the sharp voice suddenly sounded. An Rong stepped back two steps and hit the column behind him.

She looked at Jane Wei in panic and swallowed her saliva. "What happened in those years has nothing to do with me. If you want revenge, don't come to me."

Jian Wei looked at her calmly, not happy or angry, which made an Rong panic.

"An Rong, don't talk nonsense." an Zhonghui got up quickly when he saw his son's eyes showing some displeasure.

"Dad, you can see clearly that she is Jianwei. Maybe she came to avenge us." an Rong quickly walked to him with a nervous look.

"That's enough." an Zhonghui's face was livid. "She's Jian Wei. She's still alive. According to her seniority, you should call her sister-in-law. It's nothing to shout all day."

An Rong was stunned on the spot like a bolt from the blue.

An Chong blundered to Mo Xiao's face and kept looking at Jian Wei, "you, are you still alive?"

Mo Xiao twisted his eyebrows and protected Jian Wei from an Chong's burning eyes. He shouted in warning, "ah Chong!"

"Ann!" Jane Willa took Mo Xiao's hand and stepped forward to meet an Chong's sight, "yes, I'm still alive."

She paused, turned her eyes and swept to others, "I don't intend to investigate what happened that year, so some people don't come to me for trouble. After all, I'm not the amnesic Jane Wei."

Zhou Qin and an Rong smell the speech and hide behind an Zhonghui.

"Well, it's getting late. Go to the ancestral hall first." an Zhonghui said.

As soon as he left, Zhou Qin and an Rong hurriedly followed him.

In the courtyard, 19 sat on Quan Jingwu's shoulder, stretching his small hand to catch the oranges on the tree.

The orange tree was planted by old master an. On weekdays, he likes to sit under it for a while.

Perhaps the servants took good care of them, and there were many oranges on the trees.

At a distance, you can smell a faint smell of orange.

On the 19th, the ruddy little mouth opened gently, a touch of suspicious silver was hanging at the corners of the mouth, and the lotus root like small arm tried hard to catch the orange on the top of the head.

As soon as his little finger poked the orange, Quan Jingwu held him down and the orange flew away. His little mouth shriveled and his bright purple eyes looked at Jian Qing, ready to flood the next second.

Jian Qing took a picture of Quan Jingwu, crying and laughing, "don't always tease your son."

Quan Jingwu looked at the little guy in his arms, chuckled, stretched out his healthy arm and easily picked an orange.

"Nineteen, do you want it?"

Looking at the yellow orange, nineteen immediately took back his tears, grinned, and hurriedly grabbed the orange from his hand, "yes."

Quan Jingwu gently pinched his little face, then picked an orange and handed it to seventeen.

An Yu looked at the happy smile on Jane Qing's face and compared her current situation. She couldn't help feeling ironic.

Her Jane Qing's mother is not dead, but her mother is dead.

Why is God always so unfair? All the good things fall on Jane Qing, but she has nothing.

Beside her, Yang Lin saw Jianqing's family of four. She stopped for only a few seconds and took back her sight.

"Grandpa!" Seventeen saw Mo Xiao and Jian Wei, showing off the oranges picked by Quan Jingwu, "oranges."

Mo Xiao scraped the tip of his nose and held him. "Do you want to give it to Grandpa?"

"No." Seventeen hid the orange in his arms, and the clear ink pupil flashed a cunning smile, "give it to grandma."

"Ha ha." Jianwei smiled.

An Zhonghui looked at the seventeen in Mo Xiao's arms, and his eyes slipped through the invisible envy.

Yu Guang glanced at Jian Qing. He opened his mouth and finally didn't say anything.

The ancestral hall is located in the east of the old house. A burst of autumn wind blows and a faint fragrance of sweet scented osmanthus floats.

In the yard, the two osmanthus trees are about the same age as the old man.

Today we are going to worship the old man. Early in the morning, an Zhonghui asked people to prepare things for worship. There are all kinds of food on the sandalwood table.

An Zhonghui was the first to go in for incense, and then Mo Xiao them.

An Chong finished incense, came out from the inside, saw Jian Wei standing under the tree, hesitated, and finally walked over.

Jane Wei reached out to catch the falling petals and played with them at her fingertips.

Hearing the footsteps, she turned and raised her eyes. She looked at an Chong's complex eyes. Her expression was light.

"Yunxi, no, no, it should be Jian Wei." an Chong looked at the woman in front of him with nostalgia and climbed up a bitter smile.

Jane Wei, "what's up?"

"Did you decide to give birth to the baby because you knew that the baby in your stomach was my brother's?" an Chong asked the heart knot, "if I divorced, would you choose to think about me?"