Chapter 1291 Song Xing and His Wife (18)

The girl pointed at a notebook excitedly and looked at him expectantly: "Brother, brother, I want this, I want this! So beautiful!"

The cover is very beautiful, it is a watercolor interlude, in the cherry blossom forest with flying cherry petals, there are two separate figures at the two ends of the road.

The boy is looking at the back of the girl who is gradually going away.

Jin Yunzhe said in a low voice: "It's not good-looking, don't want this, change it."

The girl is very cheerful and lively, and very happy, chirping like a little bird, as if she has endless things to say to him.

He feels very sad about this cover.

"Brother, I like this." Fu Xiaoshi was cute and coquettish, and seeing that he still had a cold face, she asked Song Yiyan for help: "Sister, please help me talk to my brother, I like this notebook, buy it for me, okay?"

Song Yiyan reached out and took the notebook, smiling and said: "If he doesn't buy it, I will buy it."

How could Jin Yunzhe, a big man, win two girls? In the end, he compromised.

Fu Xiaoshi also wanted to eat instant noodles, her brother's favorite Sichuan pepper flavor.

Song Yiyan came over with the instant noodles and sat next to them.

Jin Yunzhe was signing for her seriously, but his heart couldn't help but ache and his throat was choked.

Fu Xiaoshi sniffed the instant noodles with her little nose and shook her legs with satisfaction: "It's delicious. When I was sick, the doctor didn't let me eat instant noodles. I haven't eaten them for more than a year."

In fact, she vomited after eating them. Later, she couldn't eat anything anymore and could only survive by taking nutrient solution.

Jin Yunzhe and Fu Xiaoshi finished the bucket of instant noodles together.

Song Yiyan was also hungry, so she bought a rice ball to fill her stomach. She would never forget that she could eat delicious food at home and save her stomach.

There was a green belt in front of the convenience store.

Jin Yunzhe squatted on the ground and burned the notebook himself.

As more and more notebooks were burned, the full picture of the notebooks slowly appeared in Fu Xiaoshi's hand. She happily turned around in circles and smiled: "Thank you, brother."

Jin Yunzhe smiled softly and touched her little head. She leaned over and rubbed it twice, but in fact he couldn't touch it at all.

"Brother, I'm leaving. You must live happily until you are ninety-nine!" Fu Xiaoshi smiled and said goodbye to him.

"Okay." Jin Yunzhe's eyes were shining with crystal light, and his voice was a little choked: "Xiaoshi, brother hopes that you can live healthy and live to a hundred years old without illness or disaster in your next life."

Fu Xiaoshi nodded vigorously: "Brother, I will live to ninety-nine, the same as us."

Jin Yunzhe smiled with his lips curled, and he couldn't speak anymore. He just nodded to her to avoid losing his composure in front of the child.

"Sister." Fu Xiaoshi looked at Song Yiyan: "You can't bully my brother, I will watch you. If you dare to bully my brother, I will be very fierce and I will scare you to death."

Still the same, like a kitten, fierce and fierce.

Song Yiyan: "Okay, I know."

"Brother." Fu Xiaoshi was still a little sad, and her figure gradually became vague, but after thinking for a while, she earnestly told him: "I know that although my sister is fierce, she is a good person. You must treat my sister well. Xiaoshi will wish you a happy marriage."

The last voice was very far away, and the girl's figure had gone from clear to transparent. A gust of wind blew and disappeared.

Song Yiyan shouted to the air: "God's eternal marriage, your brother and I are not in that kind of relationship."

Jin Yunzhe did not answer, just looked at her: "It's too late, I'll drive you home!"

Song Yiyan: "No, you go home and sort out your emotions, I'll go home by myself, that girl is right, I'm the most fierce."

After saying that, she whimpered at him and made what she thought was the most ferocious expression.

Jin Yunzhe looked at the girl's back as she left gracefully, and felt his heartbeat a little faster and his ears a little hot.

"By the way." Song Yiyan remembered something, and suddenly turned around and shook her phone: "Tell Wang Qian not to forget my balance."

All the beautiful thoughts in Jin Yunzhe's mind disappeared, and a mouthful of blood choked in his throat:...

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When Song Yiyan arrived at the gate of the community, she also bought two strings of candied haws and ate them while walking home.

Just as they arrived at the downstairs of the apartment building, they saw several men with bruised faces and noses, and they were in a mess. They were crawling and running away, supporting each other and limping out of the door.

Looking more carefully, there were six people, all of whom were the bodyguards of the Song family.

The bodyguards of the Song family were ordered to arrest Song Yiyan, but who knew that there was a man living in the eldest lady's house.

The man looked like a pretty boy, but who knew that he was so good at fighting. They couldn't beat him, so they had to escape.

Seeing the miserable appearance of the bodyguards, Song Yiyan knew that the man in the family was not at a disadvantage, but she still ran up quickly.

The door was open, and there was a smashed shoe cabinet at the door.

In the living room, the man was holding a broom and sweeping the broken porcelain pieces on the floor. He was half bent over, and his expression was extremely focused.

Song Yiyan stood at the door, watching the man turn sideways to her direction, his profile was extremely delicate, and his long eyelashes cast a small fan-like shadow on his eyelids, and her heart skipped a beat.

"The door hasn't been cleaned yet, be careful." Ji Xing glanced sideways, holding a dustpan, and walked over with his long legs.

When the man was facing her, she saw a bloodstain on the left side of his face. She walked over and grabbed his wrist and pulled him in: ‘I’ll get the medicine box. Don’t move here. Treat the wound first.’

Ji Xing frowned slightly and saw the woman with a pretty face and cold eyes. The next moment, she grabbed her shoulders and pressed her on the sofa.

Song Yiyan was furious, her expression was cold and murderous. When she came with the medicine box, she looked at the wound on the man’s face and couldn’t help but get angry again.

Those bastards, what’s the good of the wound? They dared to hurt her favorite face. They were simply looking for death!

“I…”

“Shut up! Why are you so useless? You can let those drunkards get hurt!”

Song Yiyan: Ah, angry!

“I didn’t…” Ji Xing lowered his eyes slightly and saw the little woman puffing up her cheeks, looking like she wanted to fight someone to death. His heart suddenly warmed up and a warm current flowed through his eyes.

"You don't have anything."

Song Yiyan interrupted him again fiercely. She was beaten up, but she still had the nerve to speak. She grabbed his chin violently and said fiercely: "Don't move!"

Ji Xing couldn't help but want to laugh. When she didn't put on makeup, she was cute and had a little baby fat. When she got angry, she was cute.