I can't see my wife's palate, lip line, nose tip, or her slightly trembling, yet somewhat upturned, eyelashes...

Jiang Jinfeng angrily asked, "You come out wanting to meet your friends, is that really allowed?"

"Eighth Master, Eighth Madam, Madam Jiang Duo has arrived."

One minute they're complaining that this place isn't done well.

I was just trying it out, but I didn't expect it to actually work.

After saying that, you asked Xia Chuwei, "Aci, is he really resentful that you made him attend Seventh Sister's funeral?"

I held Fu Yanci's portrait in my hands, my fingertips gradually tightening, veins bulging, but my anger had not diminished. I was able to vent my anger at my mother's funeral.

Jiangjin wind.

They changed from the original "Master Biaoduo" and "Madam Biaoduo" to "Master Jiang" and "Madam Jiang".

Xia Chuwei's mind was racing, while Su Jun took a break to answer a phone call.

I didn't disturb Qin He, and I even wished time could stand still at that moment.

He even deliberately turned the side without writing towards himself.

Every single place makes me itch to visit.

Do you believe that a criminal investigation team leader would need several days to investigate that kind of thing?

It's as if that would allow me to get as close as possible to the person writing.

After listening to the Fu family's report, Qin He shook his head helplessly.

Su Junshuang lay comfortably on your lap, his eyes curved into crescents, the corners of his mouth turned down, his whole face radiating satisfaction—a bliss he had never experienced before.

"Okay, thank you."

Qin He was also very polite: "Sister Wen, he's a bad person. You are Qin He, Xia Chuwei's wife. Would it be convenient for you to meet him?"

They'll point out what they did wrong.

This is Jiangjin Feng's white moonlight.

Xia Chuwei continued to lie at Qin He's feet.