Mr.Li, your wife is super fierce

An Qiuling's birth is not a real famous family.

Yan Mo's mother is a real famous girl.

Every time I go to a party, those ladies don't like to communicate with an Qiuling, who is full of market spirit.

Yan Mo's mother has a good relationship with those people, so an Qiuling is often jealous. Unfortunately, the truth is the truth.

She really can't hold Yan Mo's mother down.

Now his tail is up in the sky, bossing him around, and he looks like he is in charge of his own house.

Yan Mo rubbed her eyebrows. "She's always been like this. Yan Miao really got her true biography."

They went to have a big meal.

Although Yan Mo had something hidden in her heart, Sheng Xia couldn't come out easily and stayed with her for most of the day.

It's not easy for her to leave her best friend and go home to look up clues.

In the afternoon, I accompanied Sheng Xia to make a roller coaster. The two girls were crazy.

When the roller coaster fell, Yan Mo thought of his parents when he felt the feeling of weightlessness.

She closed her eyes and recalled the happy time of the family of four.

In a moment, she opened her eyes and was not afraid to slide down the roller coaster crazily.

Everyone around is shouting, only she is laughing, very cold smile.

I ran with Sheng Xia all day and didn't go back until 10:30 p.m.

Sheng Xia has to live with her.

Fortunately, Sheng Fu didn't say anything this time and didn't send bodyguards to catch people back.

After returning, Yan Mo began to turn over Yan's father's diary.

Sheng Xia sits aside and plays games comfortably.

She wanted to help, but she didn't say anything because Yan Mo was so focused.

And she wants to Yan Zhifeng's diary, afraid Yan Mo doesn't want others to move.

She made a cup of coffee for Yan Mo and quietly hid away and immersed herself in the world of games.

Yan Mo turned the pages one by one. Although they were all boring trifles and essays, many of them were just a few lines of words.

But seeing her father's familiar handwriting, she couldn't help blushing her eyes.

And many trivial things are about her, from her birth.

On October 3, my baby daughter was born. I was very happy.

On August 7, the daughter climbed fast and refused to stop for a while. Her naughty degree was ten times that of her brother.

Such things have been recorded since she was born.

It's just a memory before the age of seven. Yan Mo really doesn't remember it.

It's interesting to see what my father recorded, but it's not quite right.

The strangest thing is that when she was five years old, her father recorded that the servant accidentally added spicy food, and foam was allergic to spicy food. She had an accident after only one bite. It was really distressing.

After that, there are several articles that say that she can't eat spicy food.

But her favorite food is spicy, and she won't be allergic.

Yan Mo turned it over carefully and found that she was allergic to seafood when she was a child, and she couldn't touch it or smell it, otherwise it would lead to great disaster.

But from her memory, she clearly likes seafood and pepper best. The dishes are always spicy.

To this end, at least one dish on each table is spicy, just to cater to her taste.

And seafood. She had better eat it once or twice a week, or even every day. Without seafood and pepper, she would lose her temper.

Because she is particularly picky about food, the servants of the Yan family practice their cooking skills very well. They are all chefs, and remember her habits very clearly.

Yan Mo frowned.

Are you allergic to something that changes with age?

"Xia Xia."

"What's the matter?"

"I remember you hated radishes and cabbage when you were a child. Now?"

"I hate it, too. I hate it to death. I don't eat turnips and cabbage even if I'm killed!"

"Do you have any dishes you were allergic to before, and now you are not allergic?"

"How is it possible? I was allergic to those things when I was a child. I dare not touch them now. It will kill me."

Sheng Xia nestled on the sofa, poked out his head and looked at her puzzled, "Mo Mo, why do you always ask these strange questions?"

"I read my father's diary and said I was allergic to seafood when I was a child."

"There seems to be such a thing. I remember you didn't eat seafood in kindergarten."

Sheng Xia tore open his bag of potato chips, "but don't you like seafood very much now? How's your problem?"

Yan Mo shook his head and a strange idea flashed in his mind.

"Xia Xia, did you say I was switched from abroad? I'm not me?"

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Sheng Xia was startled, jumped off the sofa and came over, looking at her with a stunned face, "what nonsense do you say? If you were switched when you were just born, it's almost the same. You're six or seven years old. Uncle Yan can't recognize it?"

"What are you thinking? If you are not the daughter of the Yan family, uncle Yan, they can hurt you so much. Your brother is much better than my brother. Every time I get into trouble, he scolds me and helps me clean up the mess."

"But brother Yan Heng is different. He can protect you every time. He's like my brother. He scolded me bloody and almost didn't kill me."

"So, your idea is completely groundless. You'd better find something useful."

"Yes."

Yan Mo nodded and got rid of those bad thoughts.

She felt that she was just idle.

Parents and brothers love themselves so much that they suddenly feel that they are not the daughter of the Yan family.

How is that possible?

"Eat some potato chips to replenish your brain and save your wishful thinking."

Sheng Xia impolitely stuffed a handful of potato chips into Yan Mo's mouth and almost choked her to death.

Miss Shanda went back to play games. Yan Mojing settled down and continued to turn over her father's diary.

Yan Zhifeng really loves Yan Mo's daughter.

There are more than half of the diaries, recording their own baby daughters.

At last, Yan Mo found something wrong.

For example, there are several diaries that imply that Yan Zhifeng has a physical problem.

Yan Zhifeng worried that he had a terminal illness and secretly went to the hospital for examination, but he found nothing.

Is it because my father suddenly had a strange body that caused the car accident?

That day, Yan Haotian went out with the customer for a drink, so he didn't drive. Who knew this would happen.

Yan Mo turned to the last one with doubts, but found that the diary was missing the last month's.

Keeping a diary is Yan Zhifeng's constant habit over the years. No matter how busy he is, he will keep a diary, even if there is only one sentence.

It's impossible to change your habits for many years, unless you still haven't got a diary.

But she has turned over the Yan Family and will never miss it.

Unless the diary is taken away.

"Xia Xia, do you think..."

Yan Mo turns back and wants to analyze it with Sheng Xia.

As a result, Sheng Xia fell asleep in a strange position with a mobile phone and potato chips, one leg under and one leg on the sofa.