"By the way, Xi Xi and Jiang Cheng are going to get their marriage certificate next week." He Xiyan thought of this important thing. "What's your opinion?"

"Next week?"

He Xiyan said.

"Yes, Jiang Cheng's mother also called me and said she was going to discuss the marriage when you came back."

Ye Hao's eyebrows tightened, and there was a faint worry in his eyes.

"I don't think I need to be in such a hurry. Let's see again. Jiang Cheng is too deep in the city."

He Xiyan shook his head, "ah Hao, Jiang Cheng is willing to join Ye's family. I think he is really very attentive to Xi Xi, and some details can be seen. Anyway, Jiang Cheng is the child's father. We should support them whether for his daughter or for his children."

He Xiyan has considered this matter for a long time. Her daughter's stomach is getting bigger and bigger. Before long, she can't hide it from the news media. Instead of letting women bear all the criticism at that time, it's better to solve this matter as soon as possible.

"Then let them get the certificate first." Ye Hao sighed. It seemed that he was still not satisfied with the marriage, and Jiang Cheng did not accord with the image of his son-in-law.

But now there seems to be no better way.

He Xiyan leaned against her husband's arms and they talked about their daughter's marriage and some plans for the future.

The Tomb Sweeping Day is coming soon. He Xiyan is going to go back to her hometown Liuyang City. Every year on the Tomb Sweeping Day, she will go back to visit the tomb, except for the years when she lost her memory.

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Mo family, Mo Ling teaches his father to draw in the studio.

Although he is not a professional art student, he has good art skills. Many of his works are actually better than those of professional students.

"Dad, the shadow part is too deep, and there is no sense of space in the line..." Mo Ling pointed to a pencil drawing drawn by her father.

Dad may be too boring at home. He likes painting more and more.

It's just that my father didn't study art professionally, but Lin Wan, a nurse, taught him for a few months.

Mo Yixuan looked at his painting, and a very shallow smile appeared at the corners of his mouth.

Although his painting was described as worthless by his son, he felt that he painted well and had some artistic conception.

"Why don't I find you a professional teacher?" Moling saw that his father didn't reply and said again.

It's best that my father can cultivate some hobbies.

Mo Yixuan put his hand.

"Forget it, I'll just draw for fun." Just passing the time. He is 50 years old. He has no energy to learn an art.

Maureen went back to her bedroom.

After being busy for nearly two months, he finally had some free time.

You don't have to work overtime on weekends.

In the evening, he came to his study. As a senior otaku, his greatest pleasure is reading.

Moreover, he is the kind of young man who reads all kinds of books.

Moling reached out to the seventh floor of the summer vacation and took out a suspense novel called the perfect crime.

This is the latest work created by Richard, a well-known suspense novel writer. Many cases in it are changed according to real cases.

Mo Ling didn't know how he bought such books. At that time, in order to fill his bookshelves, he bought more than 1000 books at a time, many of which were purchased by him.