The Strongest Matrilocal Son-in-law

The next day, dawn.

Qin Shishi sleeps in. Because renjitang's business of talking about agents has been put on hold, and her mood is extremely depressed. Therefore, her long-standing morning running is broken.

Although Lin Xuan said last night that renjitang's boss was his younger brother, after careful consideration, I'm afraid it can't help.

Because the agent contracts have been signed, for the Qin family, who is responsible, renjitang has no right to ask.

And if Lin Xuan's secret behind the scenes is small, it's really the Lin family. In case someone comes to Qin's house to offer betrothal gifts, all illusions will come to nothing.

Among the younger generation girls of the Qin family, anyone can be the lucky one. She has no chance at all in Qin poetry, and Qin Ruyan is the most likely.

After thinking over and over for a night, Qin's poetry is still depressed.

Perhaps, Lin Xuan is just comforting himself. He really wants to have such a powerful little boy. How can he stay in the Qin family for three years and suffer humiliation for three years.

It can almost be said that he is the existence of celebrities in Shenzhen market, which is the pronoun of "loser" and "loser".

She turned over lazily and took a look at the floor. Lin Xuan had already got up. She rubbed her eyebrows. Near dawn, she just fell asleep for a while.

Turn out of bed, pace out of the room, the living room table, warm soymilk, milk, and Qin Shishi's favorite snack breakfast, a note.

"Shishi, I know you didn't sleep well last night. I'll sleep more, get up and eat breakfast. I'll go for a morning run. Xuan character. "

The concise words, however, moistened the eyes of Qin poetry. At this moment, she felt the sunshine of happiness surrounded her.

Every detail of Lin Xuan shows his deep love for her. Even if he lies in bed all night, he can't escape his eyes.

Maybe he didn't sleep well last night!

However, he got up early and prepared breakfast for himself. Although it seemed that ordinary things could not be any more ordinary, he deeply warmed Qin poetry.

Only if he truly loves himself, can he work hard on such details, love or not love a person, all in the details.

What have you done for Lin Xuan for three years?

Even if the dishes were salty, he was scolded by his mother Luo Ping, kneeling durian

Even if his footstep sounds a little louder at night, he will be kneeling durian, also known as human body ripening agent

Even if he is criticized, ridiculed and humiliated by outsiders, he bears it in silence and never complains about Qin's poems

Lin Xuan, how can I bear such a heavy favor from you? You fool, I'm not worth your kindness to me

Two lines of tears fell down the cheek, and the tears fell on the note on the table. The handwriting was a little fuzzy, and the sight of Qin's poetry was also hazy, choking with tears.

This moment of tears, is moved, is happy, is inexplicable heart vibration.

A touch of sunlight projected down from the French window, the light and shadow set off the beauty of Qin poetry, white face with pear blossom and rain, and shallow pear vortex.

She stood in front of the French window, overlooking the Shenzhen market, far away high-rise buildings, traffic hub, the endless flow of traffic.

The world is prosperous, all for profit. The earth in the world is beneficial.

And where is she going?

Three years, Lin Xuan, you are waiting for me in silence, where are you going? She gave a sad smile.