Chapter 159

Nothing to say all the way.

Back home, it's night.

"Meow, meow, meow" Xiaohei shakes his paw, and Sahuan runs over and pours at the people who come back.

"Little -"

"Wow, does little heihei miss me?"

Next to her, Xiao Hei has already jumped on Zhuang Diandian, jumping up and down, and now and then licking her with her tongue desperately. She is so excited that she wants to meet Xiao Hei's hand and slowly falls down.

The elder sister who had been waiting for a long time and others immediately came out when they heard the voice outside.

When he looked back and saw her, he also said with a smile, "dry -"

"Dian Dian, how can I come back?"

"Sister, I miss you so much." Zhuang Diandian pounced on sister's arms and rubbed her face.

Niuyang two aunts are also in a hurry to come around Chuang Dian, "Oh, how thin? Look at this little face, it's almost gone "

" really? Auntie sheep, am I really thin? "

Aunt Niu also said, "classic, aunt Niu has made a cake for you. Later, you need to eat more to make up for it"

"great, thank you, aunt Niu"

several women were laughing and talking, and they were very happy. He stood behind them, with his luggage in his hand, and watched them greet each other happily.

Oh, by the way, there's another Wang who only mews now. He follows her, jumping and laughing

He raised his head and looked at the moon in the sky, bright and bright, as if he was greeting him with a smile.

At this time, someone came forward.

It's the driver's uncle.

"Welcome back, young master." Uncle driver's face, with a sincere smile, came to take his luggage, "I'll come."

At that moment, he lowered his head and patted the driver's uncle on the shoulder.

He was comforted that someone remembered him.

At this time, someone said, "Wow, Miss Dian, is this the gift you brought back? It's so beautiful "

the driver's uncle immediately put down his luggage," young master, I'm in a hurry to urinate. "Then he turned his head and trotted in," do you have any gifts? Ha ha, it's still miss Dian who remembers us "

the hand of Han Yun kept the action just now and froze in the air.

Behind him came a smoldering smile.

He chagrined to put down, do not have to look to know who is so annoying.

Zhong Yao walked over him with his luggage and said slowly, "this kind of thing is getting used to after attacking the young master."

“……” I really don't like this guy.

He walked in with two people's luggage. Zhuang Diandian didn't know what was in it. The box was heavy and heavy. Rao is his usual general fitness, which will also sweat.

At the sight of his family, he was stunned.

The huge living room is decorated with lanterns and a banner reading "welcome Miss Diandian home"

Attack moisture Yun standing in place, eyebrow faint twitch twice.

The atmosphere in the living room was very warm. Most of the workers who attacked the house came to the dealer, and the meeting was busy.

Some people in the kitchen and dining room are also studying it. After a rough listen, they divide the food into two categories: those that Miss Dian likes and those that Miss Dian doesn't like.

Zhuang Diandian is telling her about the underground cave. The rest of the people are surrounded by her in the living room. There are people on the sofa and people sitting on the floor. What's more hateful is that even Xiao Hei squats at her feet, spits out her tongue, and is energetic in security work.

"Wow", "God" and "terrible" sounds are heard all the time.

Attack soil moisture Yun look around, alone and carrying two luggage, slowly go upstairs.

If this person is not Zhuang Diandian, it's someone else. When he appears with such powerful lethality, he has already taken care of him unconsciously.

After all, who knows what kind of essence will be cultivated in the future Take it easy.

Due to the backlog of a lot of work, after returning to his room, he took a bath, and immediately went to the study to deal with business. Knowing that he was busy, a Jie specially brought up dinner.

See she didn't go, attack soil moisture Yun to put down, "dry mother, what matter?"

"Chun Yun..." Sister hesitated and said, "the court is about to open soon. The lawyer said that in this case, Mr. Wang will be sentenced to about three years. Let's make psychological preparation."

The vision that attacks soil moisture Yun converged again next, "I know."

Sister said: "when I went to see my husband, he said that he wanted to divorce Liang Manshu before that."

After hearing this, he raised his head and looked at Ganma's unnatural expression. He said in a calm voice, "if I were Ganma, I would rearrange my life and no longer stick to someone."

Although he is his father, he knows that his father is not good enough for her.The elder sister laughed and nodded: "it's just the blink of an eye. You are so old that you are about to marry a daughter-in-law. It's time for the godmother to think about the future."

"Godmother, I will be filial to you."

"Ha ha, godmother knows you are a good child. But you're right. You can't stick to it any longer... "

Elder sister left, attack moisture Yun sitting alone in front of the table, between the eyebrows pressing a black cloud.

He didn't have no way to solve his father's case, but he refused at that time. He said that it was a punishment he deserved and a warning to his son, so he was willing to go to prison no matter how long.

Can think of elder sister, wait for so many years, have the possibility to continue to wait to go on, attack moisture Yun is not worth for her.

In his opinion, his parents, who once loved each other so much, can't wait to marry another woman after his mother left. It seems that the so-called mature love in the world is just like this.

In contrast, he would rather be immature like the classic.

At least, no matter what happens, he will recognize this woman in his life. He can't do things like Chengqi.

Just then, the door was knocked on again.

Zhuang Diandian came in with his coffee and put it in front of him. "Well, it's without sugar."

For this woman who has always forgotten more than her memory, to remember a little of him will make her feel better.

He picked it up and took a sip. "Enough of collective worship?"

Hearing the sour tone in his voice, Zhuang Diandian sat down on his desk, "I can't refuse the kindness of the masses, they will be sad."

He put down the cup and swept her. "Let's get straight."

It's common to ask this woman to pour him a cup of coffee, but it's often for all kinds of wonderful reasons. For example, she said that her fingers have dysmenorrhea