European style home furnishings are elegant. The ivory white tiles with patterns reflect the exquisite crystal lights. On the left side of the entrance is the reception hall. An old man in Tang suit is drinking tea. On the side sofa, a woman in her early thirties looked at the door with a smile. Behind her stood a girl of fifteen or six years old with a smile on her face, but with a little attention, they would find that although they had smiling eyes, they were indeed full of disdain and indifference.

When I first came here the first time in the previous life, ilanyou was so scared and stupid that he was timid in his behavior. He was run by the thorn in his words for a whole night, which made ilanyou, who had some inferiority, even more unable to look up.

In this life, ilanyou has completely cut off his own back road since he stepped into this house. With a smile on her face, she followed ihorn.

"Elanyou, this is your grandfather." "This is Ilan you, Dad," he said

"Hello, Grandpa." Yilanyou nodded. I'm not sure about Grandpa yiweihai. It's said that yiweihai ordered her to be taken back to the Yijia family. But since she came back, yiweihai never looked at her directly. She was allowed to be bullied or even watched her die.

Yilanyou doesn't know, even now she doesn't know, but she knows that Yishi's current glory in Z city is inseparable from yiweihai's struggle when he was young, not only in Z City, even if looking at the whole Z country, yiweihai plays an important role in the catering industry.

"Yes." Yiwei glanced at yilanyou at sea.

"This is yours..." Ehorn hesitated. "Your mother..."

Yihaoen's words are not finished, then yilanyou interrupts: "good aunt."

Ehorn was stunned for a moment. He wanted to make ilanyou call Fang Fang's mother directly with this energy. It's not an aunt.

"Er..." Fang Fang's eyes flashed a flash of surprise and then raised the corner of her mouth: "Hello, your name is ilanyou, isn't it? It's a good name. Since we've entered the door of the Iraqi family, we're all family. Don't always think about going back. Just have a good time with your sister here."

Fang Fang pulls the Yi Ruier behind her and says, "this is Ruier, one year younger than you, this year's senior two. This girl is smart and naughty. Don't be angry with her if you play a little joke with you on weekdays! "

Fang Fang's words are water tight. On the face of it, she first comforted Ilan you and then introduced her sister Irel to her, which is a kind-hearted mother.

Ilan you smile not to reach the bottom of the eye should only be a word: "en."

Looking at yilanyou, he didn't pay attention to himself at all. Fang Fang, who pretended to be enthusiastic, couldn't do it any more. The scene was a bit awkward.

"Sister LAN you, you are very rude!" Yiruier's hands are behind her, her long hair shawl is black and waist long, her head curtain is neat, and her baby's fat face is small. Wearing a light pink cotton skirt, she looks like a doll in a high-end window.

"I'm nervous." Three words not light not heavy let Yi Ruier Leng Leng Leng, nervous? It's a good reason to use it, but she can't see where the ilanyou is nervous?

"Eat." At this time, iwei Hai opened his mouth and stood up to glance at Ilan you.

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