My Devil Young Master

I can see that she is forced to smile, Jiang Yuanyuan "wow" rushed to her, tightly holding an chuxia and crying.

"Little early summer, mom will love you well!" Jiang Yuanyuan was already crying. But an chuxia almost didn't really laugh. This family is really How to put it? They are really kind.

She always felt that the Han family owed her, and had deliberately forgotten that her mother had already suffered from "terminal cancer". In order to let themselves have a thought, if it is not for the Han family, mother will still live to think.

Now it seems that she is really wrong. Everyone will experience a lot of parting and reunion, and will encounter sad and happy things. What's important is to be able to smile again after experiencing these storms and rainbows

"Little early summer, mom decided not to let you go to school! How tired I am to go to school! After that, you can enjoy yourself at home. " These words can be regarded as completely brought an early summer thunder.

Have a good time? She's not an old man. What a blessing! What's more, how can I change my name to mom all of a sudden? When did she become her mother again?

"That..." She wanted to say something, but Jiang Yuanyuan hugged her tightly and couldn't say a complete sentence.

Han Qilu glanced at Jiang Yuanyuan and impatiently walked over to him. He pulled Jiang Yuanyuan away and threw her aside.

"Old woman, if you hold her again, she will be suffocated by you!" Han Qilu's voice was cold, but there was no chill. He is helpless to this mother more often. Perhaps because his thought is too precocious, he always thinks that this mother is too naive. Childishly makes people have an impulse to cry.

Jiang Yuanyuan innocently pursed his mouth: "I don't love my little early summer!"

"Heartache? Do you want her not to go to school? You're depriving other people of their right to education, do you know? You're still a writer, and you don't know anything about it. " Said half, Han Qilu suddenly frowned, raised his nose around in a circle, doubt asked: "this what flavor?"

"Ah - my steak!" Jiang Yuanyuan yelled and ran back to the kitchen. Then from inside came a Scream: "paste up

An chuxia and Han Qilu have a tacit understanding to look at the kitchen and shake their heads one after another.

"What's the paste?" Han Liuhai came in with a briefcase. Han housekeeper quickly adjusted his mood and took over the briefcase and coat.

"My steak." Jiang Yuanyuan came out with a pair of red eyes: "I also deliberately opened the chef, want to say that let you try the steak I just learned. It turned out to be a paste. "

Han Qilu said without mercy: "all blame yourself!"

Han Liuhai is not as cold-blooded as Han Qilu. He hugs his wife's shoulder affectionately and says softly, "paste it up. It's not that I don't have a chance to do it later."

After Han Liuhai's consolation, Jiang Yuanyuan's mood eased a little. He still said pitifully, "but if it's pasted, we'll have no dinner."

"Not exactly! I'm just going to take you to settle down for dinner Han Liuhai laughed and turned to an chuxia and said, "early summer, do you remember what we told you yesterday morning about arranging your identity as the adoptive daughter of your family? Now let's go and settle down. You and uncle Ann will be familiar with each other