Kiss You, Sweetheart

Once, his father and stepmother ignored him and took care of Qi's family smoothly. Although it is difficult to be brilliant again, it will not close down for a while.

"No news of shaoxun yet?" Qi Pei asked.

Qi huanni's smile was slightly hidden, and she shook her head slightly.

Qi Peiwei sighs. Qi shaoxun's disappearance is really the removal of the ribs from Qi Xiaocheng and Zheng Yunling. Especially Zheng Yunling, because she assassinated Bo en'en, Bo Jiayan mercilessly let her go to prison for several months. After she got out of prison, she was a little confused.

Although I saw a psychiatrist and my condition improved, I was still confused from time to time. It's really a pity to think about the Qi family, which used to be a beautiful family.

Qi Pei is actually sandwiched between the Qi family and the Bo family, which is very difficult to do. But she is a married daughter, song Lifang is song Yankuan's sister, want to compare, always with the Bo family.

"Thank you, Annie." Qi Pei holds Qi huanni's hand.

"I'm fine. Qi huanni raised a smile, "how can I hold on until my brother comes back?"

Qi Pei was silent with a smile. In fact, everyone felt that Qi shaoxun had I am leaving. Life and death are uncertain for several months, and the situation is not optimistic.

After a few words of chatting, Qi huanni got up and left.

Qi Pei sat alone on the sofa, thinking about these things, his mood was even more depressed. Every family has a difficult book to read.

Just thinking about it, I heard song Zhixin calling her: "Mom."

Qi Pei was thinking about things with his head down. When he heard song Zhixin's voice, he turned his face aside and didn't look at him.

Song Zhixin squatted down in front of her, took her hand affectionately and gave her a flattering kiss: "happy birthday, mother."

Because of this kiss, Qi Pei's heart gas, also dissipated a big half. Anyway, he is his own son. Even if he is angry, he just wants to please himself.

She turned around slowly, reached out and hit song Zhixin on the back of his hand, gave him a white look and said, "the gift."

"It must be necessary." With a charming smile, song Zhixin puts a small box in Qi Pei's hand.

The box is antique and carved with vivid patterns of birds and Phoenix. Qi Pei likes these antiques best. When he sees it, he smiles and opens it gently.

A hairpin inlaid with emerald is lying in the box.

"It's beautiful." Qi Pei sincerely praised and looked around. She knew the goods. She soon saw that it was a modern hairpin and said, "it's not an antique."

"Not antiques, of course." Song Zhixin said with a smile, "Mom, I give it to you in the hope that you can wear it on your head instead of putting it on your head. What the ancients used to wear can't be worn on their bodies. So I bought you an imitation version, but you can see that the workmanship is exquisite, mainly beautiful. "

"It's pretty good." Qi Pei nodded.

"How do you like it?"

"Well. It's from you. Mom doesn't like it. Although the hairpin is not expensive, it's really beautiful. It's exquisitely made. I can see that it's a waste of effort. " Qi Pei really liked it, and her eyebrows and eyes were all smiling. It happened that she pulled her hair today and handed the hairpin to song Zhixin, "come on, put it in for mom."

Song Zhixin put it on her hair and praised it twice: "Mom, you've really elevated your noble temperament."

"You're the sweet one."