Well, the troublemaker is coming!
Pretending to know nothing, Lin Xiaoman pretended to be confused and asked the nanny to make a richer meal for lunch.
In the morning, around 10 o'clock, Lin Xiaoman, who was working in the room, heard the sound of the engine of Jiang Qingyue's car.
After finishing the work at hand, Lin Xiaoman went downstairs and walked out of the main door on the first floor. He saw two people walking out of the yard.
Jiang Qingyue was carrying a large suitcase and was followed by someone.
Feng Yuanqing has fluffy pigtails and a black and white dress that reaches her knees. She has very fair skin and her appearance is not that of a stunning beauty, but a soft and graceful beauty that makes people feel very comfortable and kind. She is pure and fresh, just like the girl next door, and she is very comfortable to look at.
But at this moment, Feng Yuanqing's face was expressionless, with an indelible sadness, a kind of sadness that would make any man feel distressed when he saw it.
Lin Xiaoman: The weak white lotus type.
"Qingyue, this is..." Lin Xiaoman pretended to be surprised, as if she didn't know Feng Yuanqing.
"Mom, this is Xiaoqing, Xiaoqing from Aunt Wang's family." Jiang Qingyue smiled brightly and introduced her happily from the bottom of her heart.
"Ah? Xiaoqing?" Lin Xiaoman made an expression as if he suddenly remembered something.
"Auntie Yang." Feng Yuanqing pursed her lips, smiled, and called softly.
"Hey." Lin Xiaoman responded, and greeted warmly like a kind elder, "So it's Xiaoqing, no wonder you looked familiar just now. Come on, don't stand there, come in and sit down."
Life is like a play, it all depends on your acting skills.
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