Imperial Commander Spoiling His Young Wife

Looking at the golden bracelet, Lin Da, who was in the heart, the bodyguard stood in the stairs, "I went to this child, we have something to say to Lin Da,"

"What? What do you do? This is my mother! What do you want to do!"

"We look like a bad person? Some things should ask Lin Dacao, it is not convenient to let you know! Let him take him!"

She very much understanding the psychological psychology of the hoper, some should not let him know, she does not want the future to become a threatened chip.

"You ..." The man glanced at the Yunxiao. I haven't come yet, I've been brought by the bodyguard, and the sleeve is half-shot.

Downstairs stood down the bodyguard of black suit black shoes, a two cold face looked at some fierce gods, suddenly scared the man softly, and even running.

"Lin Dawei, talking in our house!" Yunxuan helped the Three Mingli who cried and sad to the third floor.

I just arrived at the door of the residence, she suddenly turned it, as I thought about it, see Xiao Jinglin: "I want to come to you, I, I have your photo, you are our Miss, the fiance ..."

"Yes, this Fukou is also her left to you?"

"Yes ... Miss left a photo and this necklace to me ... More than ten years, I can finally returning to the original owner!"

Lin Daqi pushed the door to enter the house, and the simple room can almost tells the four walls of the family, the only black cabinet is also ignited.

She picked the photo frame on the wall, took out the photo in the head, handed the past, "The man in the photo is you?"

Although I have been separated for twenty years, I have to go to the old, and I have no difference in different ways.

This is the only photo of Xiao Jinglin and Rong Rong. It is a photo taken of Rong Rong's birthday. The woman in the photo is wearing a purple red wear dress. The shoulders are covered with an expensive fur fur collar, sitting in the palace sofa. Endhuang Wenyi seems to see endless gentleness.

Xiao Jinglin held her hand in a suit on the side. It was the two people who became an Jiacheng, but the fate opened a joke that continued long time.

Old-fashioned photos have passed plastics, which is a long time. Although it is a rare color photo in that era, the color has been lysted, and the purple yellow purple yellow is yellow, still covering the tenderness of the man, the tenderness of the man, the tenderness and the happiness of the woman's eyes.

Xiao Jinglin looked at his own photos of his twenty years, and a strand was ostrich.

This photo, there is also one in his hand. Every night, he can only hold this photo to sleep, no one knows the bitterness and madness of his heart.

Yunxia took the photo, this is the first time she first saw her own biological mother.

She has heard that the woman in the rain in Jiangnan is a tenderness like water.

On the first, she only knows what is correct, fully understands the meaning of this sentence.

Now I see the woman in the photo, she finally understands that there is such a woman, when laughing, it seems gentle years.

If she is similar, she is more like Rong Rong and Xiao Jinglin's combination, her eyebrows like mother, his mouth is more like a father.

She never thought, such a beautiful woman would be her mother.

"Lin Dawei, pendants and photos are my mother gave you, how do you know? Are you working in Rongjia?"

"No, Miss is my savior, I originally lived in the same residential building, and there was a fire in the floor. She dragged me from the fire. At that time, she still took the child ..."