Hubby,love is so hard

In an article on Weibo, Ji Yan explains her relationship with Yanfeng and Lianxin in the most straightforward words.

Ji Yan has a moment of doubt, she is committed to public welfare in the end has no value.

Those who have helped are always like snakes saved by farmers who bite you when you are not prepared.

But there is a lot of noise on the Internet. Some people say that since it is a support relationship, how can we not protect Lian Xin? They think that Ji Yan is a pseudo philanthropist.

Ji Yan said she had no choice but to quit the entertainment industry and avoid a lot of bombardment.

A fight intermittently, Lianxin now in front of the audience, more persuasive, Ji Yan do not understand, fame is so important?

"I don't know, I don't know why Miss Ji said that. Now many people are watching me, but as long as I am myself, I believe that one day you will see my efforts." Lian Xin in front of the camera, wiping tears, looks pretty.

Looking up and asking Shang Jin Shen on the sofa, Ji Yan is very curious about his opinion.

"What is she doing this for?" Shang Jin Shen put down his fruit knife and shook his head. He didn't understand.

Boring to go upstairs, Ji Yan opened the information records file.

The girl in the photo is still young and has already seen nobody for the first time. The setting sun outside the window sprinkles on the photo, and the two inch ID photo is also very beautiful.

Close the information, Ji Yan sighs for her failure.

Holding a good heart in front of others, she is stepping on your kindness and trying to go to heaven.

After thinking about it, Ji Yan doesn't want to run this muddy water again.

Press the lighter, the flame in the air flash jump, a corner of the paper is lit, and then on, devouring all.

There's always trouble, and life has to go by.

As the Spring Festival approaches, every household begins to prepare new year's goods.

Taking advantage of the weather, rare not too cold, Ji Yan with the wind, two people began to prepare new year's goods.

Yanfeng likes a lot of things, especially Chinese red with Chinese color.

But when he saw it, he had to put it in the shopping cart.

Ji Yan also with his intention, this year too many stumbling, more red or better.

Hang up the festive lantern, Yan Feng and Ji Yanyang are looking at each other.

"Mom, when Dad comes back, I'll hang up with him." Children are curious and attracted by novelty.

Ji Yan nods and agrees. She thinks she's very talkative recently.

In the evening, when Shang Jin Shen came home, he was surprised at the popularity of the scene, and the two women were able to make trouble.

"Why didn't you hang up with me when I got back?" After a mouthful of noodle soup, Shang Jinshen looked up again at the hanging red lantern.

What he thought was that, according to their personalities, they would stick in everything and hang lanterns, which they would never let go.

"No, mom said that when you come back, the tea will be cold!" Somebody's talking fast.

Ji Yan awkwardly lowers her head and sucks at the root of her face. It's one thing to speak ill of others, but it's another thing to be caught.

Shang Jin looked up at her, still heartless.

He told the housekeeper to take down the lantern, and the three hung it again.

Ji Yan only dares to resist in her heart. This kind of childish behavior is not what Shang Jin Shen would do, but he just does it.

Business lanterns are not hung at the gate. There is no place to hang them.

In the living room by the door of the wall, found a suitable position, Ji Yan Yang head, a bit headache.

Water red lips pursed up, thinking about how to find a good place.

Not only how to think, they have a lantern, red drum, hanging under the golden beard.

Yan Feng, holding a lantern, is a little smaller than their eyes and can't shut his mouth.

He has been abroad for a long time, and he is more curious about Chinese style goods.

"Pass it to me." Ji Yan looks up and finds that Shang Jin Shen is talking to her.

Hand him the lantern in his hand. The joints on his palm are obvious, symmetrical and beautiful.

Ji Yan doesn't know how to hold his hand. The warmth of her palm wakes her up.

Embarrassed red face, did not expect to be fascinated by a pair of hands.

When she hung the lantern with Yanfeng, they did it. In fact, it was just a hand in hand. She was no better than Shang Jin.

Red lanterns hanging in European style buildings, like a fashionable foreign girl wearing a Republic of China style cheongsam, good-looking novelty.

Yan Feng is the time to set up an idol. Yesterday's idol was Monkey King, who leaped thousands of miles. Today, he is the father who climbs the ladder and hangs lanterns.

"Yan Feng, idols can't be changed, you know?" Holding a towel, Ji Yan wipes her hands for Yan Feng, and her hands are dyed red.

Ji Yan has her own careful thinking. She thinks that Yanfeng is her own, so she can't see him worship the living people, which weakens her sense of existence.

Unidentified, Yanfeng pointed to the lively Monkey King on TV, "it's not good-looking, stab."

When Ji Yan sees it, it's true that the monkey king is a monkey. Whether it's good-looking or not doesn't belong to the agreed category. She can't judge it, but he likes it very much.

Put down the towel, in addition to hands, clothes are dirty, Jiyan give up, good loss let him take a bath.

When Shang Jinshen takes away the dirty child, Ji Yan is tired. She opens her computer to see the latest progress.

Click on the page, Pop News, change her name, but the event changed.

Feeling her nose, Ji Yan is a little chatty. What happened 800 years ago was exposed to the sun again and again. She has to reflect on it.

Old things are all the mistakes she made before. There must be her own reasons for this. Otherwise, people can't find out and gossip again and again.

However, for the next piece of news, Ji Yan swept her eyes and didn't point in. She didn't admit it.

The next day, Ji Yan goes in from the front door of the company.

Sure enough, there is a sea of people in Wuyang, and the camera's hand in seems to be free of money. Well, it's clattering.

Ji Yan stops and stands at a commanding height. At least she has some momentum.

"Miss Ji, can you give us a response to the hot topic on the Internet?"

The noise comes from different people, and it's the same thing.

Ji Yan is indifferent, "seeing is believing, hearing is believing. The red list of Ji's charitable foundation has been sent to the Internet. This is my only answer."

Stepping on high heels, she walked on the ground, like floating in the clouds, like awake, like still in a dream.

Instead of going directly to her office, she turned a corner and sat on Shang Jin Shen's lap.

The palm of his hand was on the back of her hand, and Shang Jin Shen gave her a kiss on the face

There are so many reporters outside that they may want to invade Jishi group, but there are so many security guards that they are still a little less.

It's not that I don't look down on these reporters. All walks of life have their own way of working. I can't tell the high and low, but I can deeply understand the bitterness that others can't see.

So after giving a red envelope to each reporter outside the gate, they all finally dispersed.

Ji Yan leaned on his shoulder and trembled as she spoke. Shang Jin moved deeply and held her closer.

"Why don't I come? I have the ability to go alone, but I don't have the ability to change the group's location."