And then. It was the three mothers and sons who started a deep conversation.

This is a debate contest. From the cosmic desolation to the origin of all things. Then from matrilineal societies to patrilineal societies. are inseparable from a multiplication problem.

"In summary. Erchen thought. My father has no nurturing grace for me. It's just that. There is no heaven and no earth. Without him, there would be no me. My life comes from him. My fate with him. It was predestined from many lifetimes ago. Life and death are hard to decide. So. Erchen thinks. He who is the Son of Man. Don't do your filial piety in front of your parents. It's for great unfilial piety." Dabao gushed after a while. To sum it up.

Minglang nodded. I looked at Becky again." What does the princess of Zhenguo have to say?"

Xiao Bei's dark eyes looked at Ming Ming quietly. And then. The curvature of the immature and cute little face began to slowly retract. Flattened mouth." Mom. I want to see Daddy." The voice is weak and weak. His eyes filled with tears. It's just that she's in excellent control. Tears didn't come out of my eyes. It's just that it's always in my eyes. Let people see it. There is unspeakable sadness. Even Andre, who was hiding in the crack of the door and peeking, couldn't help beating his chest. A woman with a heart of stone."

"If you give me another show. Disqualification from speaking." Minglang seems to be completely indifferent to her set. The child was born to her. She doesn't know if Xiaobei is good at acting. She can go to the Academy Awards.

The tears came to an abrupt end. The little face also collapsed. I almost forgot that the queen mother was sharp-eyed. How could you not see through her?

"It's too much." Andre pushed the door in. I can't get angry. Where is there such a murderous mother?" Kids miss daddy. Unalterable principle. You don't bring them home. I took ......" a stinky sock flew over and plugged Andrei's mouth with unerring accuracy. Andre paused. Speechless asked the sky. Such a life. What's the point. Turn around. Dragged with heavy footsteps. Departed gloomily.

Bright stares into the twins' longing eyes. In fact. It's time for them to meet their fathers. Because. Two years later. The child always wants to follow his father. Now let them lay a good foundation for their relationship with their dad. Life will be better in the future.

Moaned for a moment. She suddenly stood up and said, "Pack your things. Go back to your country."

"Really." The twins didn't believe it anymore. this year. Asked for it countless times. Even. Even Aunt Xiaoru helped them intercede. But the queen mother just won't let go. Now it's time for transsexuality.

"Ten minutes to pack up your things and gather at the door." Minglang dropped a word." Overdue will not wait."

There was a flurry of chickens and dogs jumping in the room. Things are thrown on the ground in a mess.

"This is mine. It's mine. Brother. Help me get the rag doll."

"Let's go back to China. There's nothing left. When the time comes, call Daddy to buy me a whole bunch of you. I don't know if my dad bought this one. Don't."

"No. No. Uncle Courier said he bought it from his father."

“……”

Autumn coolness is gradually descending on this southern city. Someone said it. Autumn is the saddest sight. In fact, the person who said this. There must be no narrow-minded person. Because. He only saw the gloom of autumn. But I didn't see the autumn harvest.

Qin Lan is such a sad woman. People to middle and old age. She felt like she was a real failure in her life. The husband who loved each other died early. Leaving behind a difficult old mother and a pair of children. I thought that after raising my child. The son will take over the company. And then. Marry a wife and have children. The rest of her life is to tease her grandson. Stroll early in the morning at dusk.

But. None of them are angry. None of them are angry. In fact. She was a little resentful in her heart. Even after knowing that she is Zhenzhen. Even after she's dead. She still has resentment in her heart. If it's not clear. She is now retired. I'm afraid that my grandson will play soy sauce. But. Because it's clear. The son has a diaphragm with her. Now even if you come back from vacation. I just hurried home for a meal. And then. I haven't seen him again.

"I'm just afraid. I won't see my grandchildren in my life." She and her close friend Zhang Zijing told about their misery." You said. He's not too young. Why don't you think about your own marriage? Ming Lang has been dead for so many years. No matter how capricious it is. It's time to be willful. Do you really want to live with one soul for the rest of your life?"

Zhang Zijing's face was calm. Sadness flooded her eyes." Maybe. I'll advise him another day." Zhen Yang's affection. More than she could have imagined. She was grateful that he had done so to Vera. But. Vera is gone......

"I'm sorry. I didn't mean to say that. I didn't mean to make you sad." Qin Lan sighed. I was just. I feel so uncomfortable. Ay. I know. You can't let go of it all the time. I also blame myself. It's just that. Don't get cranky, okay. It's all gone."

In the past four years. Zhang Zijing has never been too sad. Her life seemed to be dead all at once. Only concentrate on cultivating the real to become the successor of the company. She has said it more than once. As long as you can really take over the company's affairs. Then she can rest assured.

Zhang Zijing smiled. There is transparent sadness in the smile." I'm not cranky. I am fine. Really." She's really nice. These four years. She didn't even have a cold. The body is great. She has done a lot of selfish things in her life. But. In the last days. She wants to be able to make arrangements for the people around her. And then. She will go with her husband with her children.

Seeing that Zhenzhen has gone from a little girl who doesn't know anything to now being on her own. He is in charge of the position of President of Qinhuang Group's overseas companies. Estimated by the end of the year. She can let her go and make her the chairman of the company.

After separating from Qin Lan. She called Zhen Yang.

Zhen Yang is back this time. She hadn't seen him yet. Zhen Yang said he was at home. Don't want to go out. Zhang Zijing said to go find him. He was silent for a moment. Agreed.

Go to Zhen Yang's house. Zhen Yang led the dog out and opened the door. Her eyes fell on the dog. He said, "You brought the Golden Horn King here."

"Yes." He went to Ass's house yesterday to bring the Golden Horn King. It seems that as long as there is the Golden Horn King. Clarity is the same.

Zhang Zijing walked into the house. A bright portrait in front of the door stabbed her eyes. She walked over slowly. Reaching out and stroking the face on the portrait. "She laughed. There are small dimples. Actually, it's very similar to Mu Yi."

"But. Auntie never recognized her." Zhen Yang lightly all. From the bottom of his heart. I can't let go. these years. He thought about it over and over again in his heart. If. If Zhang Zijing saved Minglang at that time. So. Even if Ming Lang will die in the end. They must have also completed the wedding. He officially became her husband. She officially became his wife. Because of this. He had no way to forgive Zhang Zijing.

"Your mom came to me today." Zhang Zijing sat on the sofa. Quietly looked at Zhen Yangdao.

Zhen Yang snorted. Holding the Golden Horn King and sitting next to the lazy bone. Brush away the hair and ears of the Golden Horn King. See if it has fleas.

Seeing that he was reluctant to talk to himself. Zhang Zijing was also a little uncomfortable. She said, "Your mother wants you to get married."

"Auntie. I'm married." Zhen Yang's tone was a little stiff and authentic.

Zhang Zijing was stunned. This. Not really."

"For me. It was a real wedding." Zhen Yang quickly raised his head. I don't want to talk to her about Minglang." Aunt. Thank you for worrying about my business. But. I'm measured."

Zhang Zijing said gloomily: "Okay. Case. Auntie won't say much." She knew that Zhen Yang had a deep prejudice against him. Because it's clear. He already hated her to death.

Between the two. So there was nothing more. Zhang Zijing fidgeted. So I found something to talk about." Zhenzhen also returned to China. If you have time. Why don't I give you a call. Make an appointment to go out for a walk."

"I've always been in touch with her. If the offer goes out. We'll make an appointment ourselves." Zhen Yang said coldly.

Zhang Zijing was stunned for a moment. I knew she had misunderstood. Quickly explained." A Yang. I don't mean anything else. Just think. You're all rarely coming back. I just want you to get together."

Zhen Yang hugged the Golden Horn King out of the balcony. As he walked, he said, "I said it. Auntie doesn't have to worry about me."

Zhang Zijing saw him like this. He knew that no matter what he said, he thought he had ulterior intentions. Then he got up and took his leave.

"Walk slowly." Zhen Yang didn't keep her either. Leaning against the curtains of the balcony. The eyes are deep and authentic.

Zhang Zijing looked back and reluctantly looked at the bright photos on the table. He sighed faintly. When you go out. She thought to herself: I won't have to wait long. Our family will be together soon.

After Zhang Zijing left. Zhen Yang hugged the Golden Horn King. Sit on the ground. Gazing out for a long time. This pose. It's what Ming Ming often did in the past. Sometimes. One sitting is a few hours.

Bright box. It's still in his room. He tried to open it too. But. A myriad of ways have been used. I can't call it. Later, he simply stopped trying. This used to be all the belongings of Ming Lang after returning to China. And he. Just childishly thought. He used to have all of her.

The doorbell rang again. But he wouldn't open the door. The doorbell rang for a long time. And then. It's the sound of the ass." Brother-in-law. Brother-in-law."

I guess I'm coming to pick up the Golden Horn King. He slowly got up. Open the door." I did. I'll send the Golden Horn away when I'm gone."

Ass waving hands." No. I'm not here to pick up the Golden Horn." He went into the house. whispered: "That day. I went to "Resplendory" to find a friend. Meet a young lady. It's a lot like my sister's."

"People have similarities. Not surprising." Zhen Yang said lightly.

"It's just that the similarity is too high." Ass said with some regret: "I also secretly took pictures. You see. It's really like."

Ass is finished. Take out your phone and open the picture." There was not enough light at the time. My phone resolution is not high. But. You see. I still see it clearly."

Zhen Yang took the phone and looked at it. The photo is blurry. And only one side face was shot. View from the side face. There are indeed some similarities. But. Over the years, he has met countless people who are similar to Minglang. Like her eyes. Like her face. Like her eyebrows. Like her lips. But. It's not her person.