Huo Cheng Zhou seemed to shrug helplessly, smiling with a smile over his eyes: "the family has always been the one who has the final say."

Shen Anning blinked.

That's it?

Huo Chengzhou is also intentional. Unfortunately, he is not brave enough and straightforward enough.

I didn't even know to follow the table.

Oh, hey, white blind, she created such a good opportunity.

"All right." She turned her eyes to Joanne: "sister, this is my gourmet restaurant in the future. I have to come back every three or five times."

Joan gave her an insipid look: "you're really welcome."

Shen Anning smiled: "who makes aunt Fang like me."

Aunt Fang smiled: "yes, I like both of you."

Huo Chengzhou hung his eyes and smiled. The wheelchair slowly left the restaurant.

When he got out of the restaurant, his eyebrows were raised.

Master Ling locks Joan with a house and a weekly dinner. His listening to zhuxuan can also attract her with her room, piano and aunt Fang's skills.

The comparison between the hatchback and the hatchback is really not necessarily who loses and who wins.

Thinking of master Ling's house, Huo Chengzhou's eyebrows added a touch of care.

He should be able to penetrate something into the house.

Thinking of this, he sent a message to Huo Feng: [go to the home Plaza with me this morning.]

Huo Fenghui: [OK!]

……

After breakfast, qiao'an and Shen Anning were listening to Zhu Xuan sitting and chatting with aunt Fang for a while. Then they got up and left.

Lin Yu still sent them back to the piano house. Unexpectedly, Joan saw an unexpected person at the door of the piano house.

Mu Haoyan.

On a cold winter day, he stood at the door of the piano house in a gray checkered suit with a bunch of flowers in his hand. He looked like a successful person.

Shen Anning was so impressed with him that she became more and more sure when she got closer. She whispered, "this person seems to be... Mu Haoyan, the second youngest of the Mu family?"

Joanne nodded, adding a little displeasure and disgust to the expression on her face.

At the moment, mu Haoyan's eyes are only Joan, with a white skirt and a brown coat, and the warm sun cage on her, adding a touch of holy Phnom Penh to her whole person.

The beauty is suffocating.

Looking at the visitor getting closer, he stood straight with his head held high, his eyes bright and hot looking at Joan's direction.

Qiao an glanced at Shen Anning: "you go first."

Shen Anning's eyes turned on them and nodded, "OK... Call me if you have something."

Joanne nodded, "well."

While they were talking, they came to the door. Shen Anning glanced at mu Haoyan, who had no one in his eyes, turned his mouth and opened the door into the piano house.

As soon as the door closed, I heard mu Haoyan's voice: "Joan, you're back."

Joanne's voice was cold. "Well, what are you doing here?"

"These are your favorite chamomile and vanilla. I bought more. You can put them on the windowsill, just like your favorite before..." Mu Haoyan politely handed over the flowers.

Qiao'an slightly tilted her head: "Mu Haoyan, I didn't mention the past because it was disgusting. Please also ask for face. Don't be boring! If you don't bother me, you and I can live in peace."

"I don't want peace." Mu Haoyan took a step forward and his eyes were burning: "I want to start over. We have so many beautiful memories before, and we can start over..."

"Good memory?" "If you want to keep a good memory, you'd better never appear in front of me again. Every time you appear, the past will be disgusting!"

"Joan..." Mu Haoyan's chest was sour: "will you give me a chance?"