Jiang Junyue held her little hand back and said nothing.

It is superfluous to say anything at this time.

He Ling made a mistake and he must bear it.

Here comes the small apartment.

The two men silently watched Lan Jingyi’s heart very uneasy. She failed and looked at Jiang Junyue. Compared with her, he was very calm and wrapped in gauze, which made him wear his clothes a little bloated but damaged his natural aura. This man’s situation is always so eyecatching.

Have you seen enough? As she gawked at him, he suddenly asked softly, with a serious tone and no teasing at all.

Ugly as hell

Well, as long as the wife looks good, he said, gently dropping his finger and pressing the doorbell. Don’t be afraid of me.

She pursed her lips and thought of nothing. He waited for the door to open at his side.

Come to open the door is xuefeng li door open when she saw the two of them, she immediately flashed out and left the door a gap jiang always what are you doing here? Jingyi’s mother’s mood is very unstable now, and she seems to be very opposed …

Are you against our marriage? Lan Jingyi’s nasty little hand grabbed Li Xuefeng’s hand and sure enough, my mother was still uncomfortable.

My daughter married the culprit who killed her husband. It would be awkward for anyone.

I think my mother also said that she shouldn’t have quarreled with Jiang Junyue and broke up, but my mother still opposed it at present.

She understands that she’s been through that, too, but she’s a little better than her mother.

Well, it’s not good for Aunt Sunny to keep crying and persuade her. It’s not good for Qin Qin and Zhuang Zhuang to cry and coax her!

Before Li Xuefeng finished speaking, Lan Jingyi had rushed in over her. When the door just opened, she didn’t listen carefully. At this moment, she vaguely heard a low cry through the bedroom door.

She ran so fast that she really reached the bedroom door, but she couldn’t push it open.

By this time, she didn’t know how to face her mother and comfort her mother after she appeared.

As soon as she stared at a door in front of her, a big hand patted her on the shoulder and Jiang Junyue pushed open the bedroom door.

Door opening

Lan Qing is sitting in a chair by the window crying Jin Shan Jing Yi likes him. What can I do? What should I do?

Basking … basking …

Don’t cry …

The two little people shook their arms gently with Lanqing on one side, but Lanqing didn’t sit there crying. She wanted Mujinshan so engrossed that even Lanjingyi and Jiang Junyue came in and didn’t feel it.

Is qinqin and zhuangzhuang heard pushed the door and turned his head. When he glanced at Lanjingyi and Jiang Junyue, the two babies smiled with tears in their eyes.

Dad …

Mom …

This shout also woke Lan Qing up. She turned her head and sniffed when she saw Jiang Junyue. What are you doing here?

Mom …

Your father won’t like him when you come in and he goes out. Lan Qing wiped a handful of tears and looked at Jiang Junyue coldly. Don’t seduce my daughter Jingyi again. You can’t marry you. Now get out of here. Your mother killed my husband. You are a murderer. Since then, you, me and Jingyi will never be there again. Get out of here immediately. I don’t want to see you again. Lan Qing’s mouth was full of words. Mu Jinshan’s life was always in his mind. He was still alive but he didn’t want to have gone for so many years

Jiang Junyue listened to Lan Qing patiently at the quiet door, and Lan Jingyi was always proud that he would turn around and leave, but he didn’t leave.

He is still quietly there, scolded by Lan Qing, hurting him and driving him away.

Why don’t you go surnamed jiang? We don’t have a soninlaw like you in Mu’s house. Get out of here. Lan Qing was so excited that Jiang Junyue didn’t leave. She got up and took a feather duster and slapped Jiang Junyue. You go, you get out of here.

Jiang Junyue is still motionless, like a statue, suffering from blue rain and falling to every one.

Mo feather dusted Jiang Junyue’s wound.

Psst … He hissed lightly, but frowned slightly. In an instant, he let Lan Qing vent his anger like nothing happened.

Mom, stop fighting. Stop fighting. You can’t blame him for not knowing his mother when he knew me. He didn’t know mom … Lan Jingyi said that he was going to grab Lanqing’s feather duster and then call Jiang Junyue. If he had stitches, the wound would be stretched open.