Mr.Ji, welcome!

Today is new year's Eve. It's noisy everywhere.

Although fireworks are forbidden here, it can't stop everyone's excitement about firecrackers.

Ji Ziqian bought a long string of balloons and stuck them at the foot of the stool. When he pulled them, there was a crackling sound.

Li Mingxing children put on new clothes today and rode around the yard majestically, but they were envied by passing children. Even parents came in and asked which pet beauty salon dyed the large dog so like a white tiger.

Mrs. Zhong said a name casually and gave the other children a handful of sugar.

Li star's prestige was enough. He directly and remotely connected to the multimedia and played a burst of pure music playing firecrackers. It was called a bustle.

She listened to the voice of a group of people talking outside, with a faint smile on her mouth. She sat in front of the dressing table, with almost no blood on her pale face.

Finally wait until this day.

Her cosmetic technique was vivid. In a moment, a delicate facial features appeared in the mirror. The feather eyelashes like crow feathers trembled gently, just like a feather sweeping quietly in people's heart.

Taking advantage of the fact that there was no one, Xiaohuan took out a silver needle to seal several large acupoints and suppress the toxicity of "soul arrest powder", so he got up and went downstairs.

The company has already had a holiday, and Jifu city is rarely free to play mahjong with several elders at home.

Yan Fengyu still has a long face. Looking left and right, the man who fascinates pay off Huan so much that he doesn't want to go home is not a good thing. Even now pay off Huan has forgiven Ji Fucheng, but as an uncle, he bears a grudge.

Gu Yixian was calm. He slowly took out a card and drank tea with the mouth of the purple sand pot he brought from home in one hand.

Master Ji is lucky. He has been connected with a beard for several times. He looks a lot younger.

Ji Han called and coquettishly asked grandpa Ji to go to their house for new year's Eve dinner, while grandpa said he would go to them tomorrow. He Xingteng and his family went to the country where he Shishi lived to celebrate the festival together.

Ji Fucheng saw Qing Huan coming down from upstairs and immediately got up, "Qing'er, you're coming."

"Hey, where are you going? This one hasn't finished yet!" Yan Fengyu pulled Ji Fucheng's arm and wouldn't let him go.

Gu Yixian took an eyebrow and looked at him. "Young people fall in love. You bad old man, where is so much nonsense? Brother Deming, come on!"

Ji Deming said that he was really not good at licensing, but he hardened his head for the sake of his son's happiness.

A faint smile rose on her face, "uncle didn't embarrass you?"

Ji Fucheng buried his head on his shoulder and whispered, "my uncle's game is not very good. He has shot several times. I can't bear to ignore him."

The two men whispered secretly, smiled and put their small hands on Ji Fucheng's thin waist, "I'll fight my mother. You go and play with Ziqian first."

"I'll accompany you." Ji Fucheng said that he was not willing to let go of her joy, and his big hand gently hugged her waist. "Why have you lost so much? Hasn't the Tianshu Research Institute resigned and can keep thin at home? It's because of her husband's dereliction of duty."

After a happy meal, a pair of clear cut pupils raised a smile again, pretending to be shy and said, "how thin is it? Everyone is here today. Let go."