Chapter 791

Ning Wanyuan shook her head and said that she had never seen this person. Such a person with a sense of existence should have an impression even if she only met once, but she didn't remember where she had seen this woman.

The woman in the wheelchair seemed to see their movements and turned her head to Ning Wanyuan.

"You are Lingyu." her words were not doubt, but affirmation, as if she had confirmed her conjecture.

Ning Wanyuan is a little strange. She hasn't appeared in front of the mass media for a long time. Now she can't find her photos on the market. How can this woman recognize her at a glance?

"I am, who are you?" now that I have recognized it, there is no need to beat around the bush.

"I..." the woman was holding a wheelchair and subconsciously wanted to push the car forward, but she didn't come forward for some reason.

Yeming Jue looked at the woman standing behind her without talking. Her eyes showed a trace of clarity.

"I've heard of your name. I've always wanted to compete with you," the woman said.

"Art is not superior or inferior. It just depends on whether it catches the heart of others." Ning Wanyuan frowned at the woman's obvious provocation.

"Listen to this, do you think you have grasped the hearts of the public?" the woman in the wheelchair took a hint of irony in her tone, which made people feel unhappy. An xiaonuan looked at the sharp edge between the two people's words and interrupted their conversation with a voice: "Madam, my mother didn't say that. You forced yourself to understand and misinterpreted my mother's meaning. We're going to have dinner now. Will you make an appointment for a cup of coffee next time?"

"OK, my name is Izzy. Here is my business card. I hope we can talk again if we have time." Izzy handed his business card to Ann xiaonuan.

After receiving Xia's business card, an xiaonuan followed a group of people, but Ning Wanyuan looked back before getting on the bus.

The woman named Isis gave her an inexplicable sense of familiarity, but it was strange that she didn't know a woman named Isis or a disabled person.

"Mom, what's the matter?" Ann xiaonuan shouted at Ning Wanyuan, who was still in a daze.

Ning Wanyuan was called back by her, smiled and said, "it's all right. Let's go. Ziyan must be hungry."

After the two cars drove away, Isis was still looking at the back of the car and clutching his hands on the wheelchair.

"Relax, madam," said the woman who had been holding the wheelchair behind her.

"I know," said Isis, releasing his clenched hand.

Then they walked towards their car.

In the car, Yeming Jue frowned and sent a text message. Then he said to an xiaonuan, "stay away from the woman just now." he thought the woman was a little strange.

An xiaonuan nodded and said, "don't worry, I'm not a child. I can tell good from bad!" after that, she glanced at Ning Wanyuan sitting in the back seat with Yezi smoke in her arms and asked, "Mom, are you okay?"

Ning Wanyuan seemed to be thinking about something. She was very absorbed. After an xiaonuan called her, she was a little frightened. After seeing the worry in an xiaonuan's eyes, she hid those thoughts in her heart and said, "it's all right. I'm thinking about what to eat later."

"Grandma, don't think about it. Yanyan has already thought about it!" yeziyan shouted.

Ning Wanyuan looked at her lovely granddaughter, smiled, pinched Ziyan's small nose and said, "you should save some stomach for dinner. Don't be like last time."

A few days ago, yeziyan ate sheep's milk soup for the first time at lunch, and then ate a lot with a bulging stomach. As a result, in the evening, because he ate too much at noon, he vomited out when he saw the oil in the dish. He didn't eat all night, and he was sick all day the next day.

Speaking of this, yeziyan was heartache. There were so many sheep's milk soup. As a result, it disappeared with a wow. I'm so sad. She ate so much for a long time!

"OK, Ziyan will be good." yeziyan smiled sweetly.

Looking at yeziyan laughing happily in Ning Wanyuan's arms, an xiaonuan thought of yeziyu and yezirui far away.

The two children don't know what they are doing now.

Yezi Yu and Yezi Rui, who were doing the experiment, sneezed. As soon as their hands shook, the glass tube in their hands fell down.

Night Son Yu and night Son Rui looked at the teacher walking towards them and held each other's hand tightly.

What should I do? The teacher loves his herbs most. Now he must catch them and yell!

Ann xiaonuan doesn't know that her missing has brought a reprimand to her two sons. She is still thinking of seeing more videos of Zi Yu and Zi Rui after she goes back.

After arriving at the hotel, an xiaonuan first changed his clothes, and then began to discuss the next step of the company with yejiu.

The neglected Lord Yeming and Nan Lichuan looked at each other and saw helplessness from each other's eyes.

"Warm, eat first. We'll talk about work when we go to work." Lord Yeming pulled back an xiaonuan, who was about to stick his face on yejiu's face.

Nanlichuan also took the opportunity to say, "yes, eat more. You will certainly like the dishes here."

Almost all the dishes on the table are ordered according to the tastes of several women. The two men are responsible for sandwiching vegetables and shelling shrimp for several women.

Yeziyan looked at Yeming Jue and said to Ning Wanyuan, "grandma, why doesn't Dad eat? Doesn't he like eating?"

An xiaonuan was embarrassed by yeziyan. He pushed Yeming Jue next to him and said, "you can eat, too. I've had enough."

"It doesn't matter. I'm not hungry. You didn't eat breakfast. You should eat more." if Yeming didn't care about an xiaonuan, he continued to peel shrimp, and then took time to say to yeziyan: "Ziyan, dad will eat after peeling shrimp for his mother, and you can eat too."

Yeziyan nodded and said to Ning Wanyuan, "dad didn't like eating. He likes shelling. He's curious!"

Ning Wanyuan was so amused that she couldn't stop laughing. She touched Yezi's head and said softly, "yes, your father likes shelling. Ziyan will find a husband who likes shelling in the future, you know?"

"What is your husband? Is it your father?" yeziyan asked, looking at Ning Wanyuan. Mom usually calls her father her husband. Can she also call her father her husband?

"Husband!" yeziyan shouted to Yeming Jue. The sweet glutinous voice choked the rice in an Xiao's warm throat.

Night nine and Nan Lichuan also laughed and looked at each other. Then Nan Lichuan whispered in night nine's ear, "wife, let's go back to have a daughter at night! I want a daughter too!"