Chapter 1190 Hell Mode

"I don't remember." Ji Xing frowned and asked him back: "Is he someone I knew before?"

Si Chengluo's voice was very steady, without any ups and downs, and he only said: "How can I know what you did yourself?"

He was sure that Ji Xing must have come to this world before and arranged many of his chess pieces, or his younger brothers.

That Situ Sang should be one of them. He met that man once when he went to Italy last week, and found the clues left by Ji Xing from him.

He and Jun Shiyan, two bastards, didn't even take him with them. They came to this world in advance to arrange their own forces, and they could easily reach the peak of their lives, but they made him come through with nothing, and start from hell mode to struggle again, and he had to earn everything by himself.

Ji Xing thought about it carefully again, but still couldn't remember who Situ Sang was, but it seemed a little familiar, maybe he was someone he knew before he lost his memory.

In the bedroom opposite, the lights were still on, and through the cracks in the door, soft light shone out, and the voices of women could be vaguely heard.

Jun Shiyan couldn't sleep, and looked at the opposite direction with a gentle look in his eyes. Is his little girl lying down, sitting, or lying on the bed?

The little girl's favorite posture is to lie on the bed, cross her legs, swing her little feet to read the script, or lie on his legs and lazily flip through the script.

As an actor, his little girl is definitely dedicated and qualified.

Ling Sheng was resting her head on Nangong Lengyu's legs at this moment, looking at her with clear eyes: "Mom, when Second Uncle is better, let's call Aunt Wen over, and we girls will have a tea party together."

Nangong Lengyu's slender white fingers gently smoothed the mask on her face. Many places were wrinkled, and she said softly: "Okay."

Ling Sheng nodded expectantly, got out of bed barefoot, walked towards Song Yiyan who was sitting cross-legged on the balcony, and sat opposite her.

"What are you going to do?" Song Yiyan closed her eyes and sat cross-legged in the hanging chair. The bright moonlight outside the window shone in, casting a soft silver glow on her body. She looked a bit like an immortal.

"Yanyan, are you really 100% sure?" Ling Sheng lowered his voice and looked at her with some worry, wondering if he had disturbed her.

"I'm not sure, are you?" Song Yiyan didn't open her eyes, and her voice was very calm: "Since you found me, just trust me."

What is sure? For her, just roll up your sleeves and do it. This is the first time she has done something like changing her fate.

"Will it have any bad effects on you?" Ling Sheng always felt that something was wrong with her. She was a little scary and quiet, which made her start to think wildly.

Song Yiyan snorted, and finally lazily opened a crack of her eyes, looking at her through the crack, and restored her previous arrogant confidence: "Ling Sheng, I say you look down on my sister too much. It's just a small matter, who can do anything to me?"

She has always been a selfish person, but since she met Sheng Sheng and became friends with her, she felt that as a person, she should not only care about herself and think about herself.

Defying the will of heaven to change fate, saying that there is no impact is just a trick to play with her, there must be backlash, but that little backlash is a small matter for her, and she can still bear it.

"That's good." Ling Sheng said this, and she looked relaxed on the surface, but she still couldn't let it go in her heart.

Song Yiyan is a person who has worked hard from the bottom of the society. She has always been sarcastic and selfish to outsiders.

But she has always been sincere to her own people. In the matter of the second uncle, no matter how great the suffering is, she will never compromise, let alone admit defeat.

She was afraid that she would have to bear the impact of saving her second uncle alone. She didn't tell them that she had done this more than once or twice.

Song Yiyan thought that Ling Sheng had not completely recovered her memory and could not remember what happened before this world. She jumped down from the hanging chair, hugged her shoulders and walked in with a relaxed and happy tone: "Let's go, go to sleep, get enough rest, so that I can see my second uncle tomorrow."

As soon as they entered the house, they saw the bedroom door open a little, and then a delicate little face poked in: "Mommy, grandma, Aunt Yanyan, can I sleep with you?"

Song Yiyan was so cute that her heart melted. She pushed Ling Sheng away with a look of disgust, walked towards the little guy with an aunt's smile, picked him up, and kissed him: "Of course."

It's so cute, isn't it? In the past, she never liked children. She felt that she had no ability to teach children well, and there was no man in the world who was worthy of her giving birth to a child!

But since meeting Xiao Qi, I feel that children are the cutest creatures in the world. Humph, I just want to trick her into giving birth to a child!

Xiao Qi's face was tickled by the kiss, and he giggled. He wanted to avoid it, but he was afraid that Song Yiyan would feel uncomfortable, so he treated himself as a doll and let her pinch and roll him.

Song Yiyan pinched his tender and smooth little face like white tofu, and smiled dotingly: "Xiao Qi, sleep with Aunt Yanyan!"

"Xiao Qi wants to sleep with Mommy." Xiao Qi looked at her seriously: "Grandpa said that you can't sleep with women other than Mommy, Grandma and Great Grandma."

"Then Xiao Qi can call Aunt Yan Yan godmother, okay? Then he can sleep with Aunt Yan Yan." Song Yiyan looked at the serious look of the little guy, secretly complaining, what a lame excuse, pretending to sigh in disappointment: "If Xiao Qi doesn't sleep with Aunt Yan Yan, Aunt Yan Yan will be in a bad mood. Aunt Yan Yan is in a bad mood, and it will be affected when she sees the second uncle tomorrow."

"Then Xiao Qi sleeps with Aunt Yan Yan, and Aunt Yan Yan should not be affected." Xiao Qi nodded his head hurriedly, hesitated for a moment, and asked her in a low voice: "Will Uncle Ji Xing be jealous!"

"Xiao Qi is now the godson of godmother, that is, Uncle Ji Xing's godson." Song Yiyan really wanted to say that she was jealous of the child and gave him face.

However, she would not say such words in front of the good baby. She wanted to establish the image of a gentle, cute and kind super invincible godmother in front of her own baby.

"Okay then." Xiao Qi's eyes sparkled and hooked her neck.

Song Yiyan carried the little one to the bedside and looked at Ling Sheng with disdain, questioning how the child was raised. How old was he to know the word jealous? Children should behave like children. Overly precocious children are not cute at all.