Woman, where to escape

"What?" he looked up at him and pulled the corners of his mouth for unknown reasons. "How do you say that?"

Yeah, what do you say?

Is it useful to say sorry? It's no use. It's all here.

Boss Qian smiled awkwardly: "this is all caused by Aunt Zhu, otherwise... Otherwise you wouldn't be so sad..."

"No, you're wrong. I'm not sad at all." I glanced at him unexpectedly. I didn't expect that old Qian would be so open-minded. She always thought that when it came to this, he would try to break them up.

After that, seeing the surprised eyes of boss Qian, she smiled easily and continued to say calmly: "in fact, I'm really not sad, because through this matter, Qian AO and I can better determine each other's feelings and understand that no power can separate us. Therefore, Mr. Qian, I have to thank you."

Shaking his body, boss Qian unconsciously smiled bitterly: "that's good."

"OK, everyone."

After hearing the speech, boss Qian looked a little changeable. Then, he hardened his head and asked, "your mother knows I found you and wants to see you... Do you think you can spare some time?"

Mom? Is he talking about Xiao Shu?

He glanced at him strangely. He didn't speak and expressed his refusal with silence.

In her heart, there was only Tao Zijun and no one else.

Unable to hide his disappointment, boss Qian shook his head in some despondency. Thousands of words in his heart blocked his throat, but he didn't know how to persuade him.

However, he could only wave his hand and sigh helplessly.

"That's it. Go. The second is looking for you."

Nodded, without hesitation, turned and went downstairs. In her heart, she was slightly surprised at his attitude. In her previous contacts, she felt that boss Qian was the most insidious man.

Unexpectedly

"Miss, dinner!"

As soon as I got to the living room, I saw sister-in-law Zhang come respectfully to help her.

The atmosphere of this new year's Eve lunch was quite harmonious, at least much better than before. It may be because of the Chinese New Year. It may be because of helplessness. In short, no one in the Qian family embarrassed her. In addition to Zhu Yan's normal indifference on her face, others had a good attitude towards her, especially Ms. Shen, who took good care of her and asked the kitchen to prepare many nutritious pregnant women's dishes for her.

Such a change makes the element feel very uneasy.

I don't know whether this is joy or sorrow?

During the dinner, I heard that Qian Zhongyao would arrive in J City in the afternoon, and Qian Sihe also lived in school for the new year. He didn't go home. It seemed that he also talked about a little boyfriend, which made boss Qian a headache. The girl didn't mind whether she was her own daughter. There was nothing else. She was afraid that she would learn from others.

In the end, it is a daughter who has been raised for 21 years. That feeling can't be fake.

After dinner, everyone did their own things, and sister-in-law Zhang led her to her own room for lunch. Now, wherever she went, someone followed her steps, and I couldn't help laughing bitterly.

Overnight, you really become a daughter?

She used to live in Qian Ao's room when she was in Qian's house. She remembered that there was a large floor glass window that could get the sun, and a very spacious balcony. At a glance, she could see a garden full of beautiful women.

Now, in this room, the same luxurious decoration, everything is new, but she lies on her side on the same huge bed, looking at the ceiling, but she can't sleep, and the biological clock can't get close to her.

In a daze.

What is Qian Ao doing at this time? Is he thinking about himself, too?

Didi didi!

SMS prompt tone——

When I was happy, I turned on my cell phone. Sure enough, it was sent by him.

"Baby, take a nap first. Your man has a surprise for you tonight."

Her eyes were so sour that she looked at it carefully again and again before she edited the reply.

"Well, don't be frightened!"

Put the cell phone, she relaxed a lot, closed her eyes and fell into bed, thinking that she didn't know what the man was going to do.

Today is the new year's Eve. No matter where you are, as long as you are a family, you will get together in the end.

Therefore, even if Qian Zhongyao's heart was sour, depressed and unwilling, he still came back from distant city C and returned to Qian's house before the new year's Eve dinner.

It seems that he is black and thin, so people can see his haggard at a glance.

I don't like to talk when I get home. I'm too lazy to lift my eyelids and have no expression to anyone.

A mother loves her son most. Seeing that he is always silent, Zhu Yan laughs and adjusts the atmosphere. "Son, mom heard that you had private contact with the eldest lady of the Cheng family. How do you feel? If you can, after the new year, we can formally propose a marriage. You are not young. It's time to start a family."

Subconsciously glancing at the elements, Qian Zhongyao smiled: "OK, she has been in C City for a long time, following those volunteers to do post disaster reconstruction."

It was just amusing. After hearing this, Zhu Yan became excited. He was so happy that he opened flowers in his heart. He smiled and dragged his arm. He couldn't wait to ask, "Oh, so, what are you two? Is it settled?"

His heart beat hard. Qian Zhongyao felt as if something was strangling his throat. He couldn't say anything. His voice was like a hoarse voice like a leak of wind: "it's OK, just like that."

Not yet? What my son says is good.

The expression on Zhu Yan's face can be described as joy. How many girls have he introduced to his son during this period of time, but he hasn't seen him nod. This sentence "still works", that's the gospel.

"That's settled. In the new year, your father and I will get in touch with the Cheng family to see what their attitude is. It's better to do your two things early."

His eyes always looked at the woman who thought day and night. Qian Zhongyao's eyes were red. There was pain in the bottom of his eyes, and there was the deepest despair. His voice was full of vague depression.