Chapter 100: I'm Not Born

In the eyes of everyone back and forth, the dinner was finally over, and Ye Xiaoai had only one feeling:

In the past and present life, the most difficult time to eat.

Jun Xian and Mu Wanqing originally wanted to talk to Ye Xiaoai, but Duan Haochen spoke, no matter how many words he had, he had to leave it for tomorrow to talk, and now Ye Xiaoai had to rest.

So everyone could only watch Duan Haochen lead Ye Xiaoai upstairs.

However, in the hall, none of the remaining people left, but sat around the coffee table: a small meeting.

Everyone is smiling at their aunts, if outsiders see this, they will definitely think that this family is so panicked!

Jun Xian glanced upstairs, although she couldn't see anything, but her old man was still very happy:

"Why is Haochen's vision so poisonous, such a good girl has been deceived by him."

"Mom, Xiao Ai is so kind to me, this feels much more pleasing than my daughter."

Mu Wanqing took Jun Xian's hand and said, just by looking at her eyes, she knew how happy she was.

Duan Ziqi rolled his eyes at Mu Wanqing:

"Mom, if you like it, you like it, although I like it too, but shouldn't you consider my feelings when you speak!"

I'm your little padded jacket that was born in October.

"Oh, hey, why haven't you and Ziyan gone home yet, and don't look at how late it is."

Mu Wanqing pointed to the pendulum clock standing by the wall and said.

Duan Ziqi glanced at the clock and didn't care:

"I didn't say to go back, Ziyan and I are going to live at home tonight, you see it's so late, if I go back, you must not be at ease, right?"

Duan Ziqi looked at Mu Wanqing with a smile as he spoke, this coquettish should not be too obvious.

As a result, Mu Wanqing didn't bother to look at her daughter, and said lightly:

"Xiao Ai's room is being renovated, so she lives in your room now, and your previous quilt or something has been thrown away."

After Mu Wanqing finished speaking, she looked at Jun Xian again and said worriedly:

"Mom, what do you think of my arrangement, will Xiao Ai be unhappy?"

Duan Ziqi: Mom, I'm definitely not born by you, definitely not, woowoo......

Fu Ziyan: Mother-in-law, tell me the truth, my wife, where did you pick it up?

Jun Xian listened to it and thought for a while, then shook her head and said:

"No, Xiao Ai is not a calculating girl

People, you don't have to worry about this. ”

"That's good, you said Haochen was lucky to meet such a good girl!"

"No, this kid is a blessed one."

Seeing that it was Ye Xiaoai who opened and closed the mouths of the mother-in-law and daughter-in-law, Duan Ziqi was about to petrify, and she said with difficulty:

"Mom, let's stay in a guest room, okay?"

Mu Wanqing's willow eyebrows frowned slightly:

"I knew that I wouldn't throw away your quilt, it's a waste."

After listening to his wife's words, Duan Feng looked at his daughter, and sure enough, the other party was looking at him with a sad face, could he pretend not to see it?

"Dad, don't talk about Mom, she bullied your lover in your previous life!"

"Well, don't talk nonsense. I affirm that I had absolutely no lover in my last life, and as for you in this life...... It must be the immortal in charge of reincarnation or something wrong. ”

Duan Feng looked at Mu Wanqing affectionately:

"Wife, you must believe me, don't you?"

Duan Ziqi closed his eyes, and then heard a loud slap.

Duan Ziqi silently opened her eyes and saw her father's depressed face.

That's right, her dad was slapped on the head by her grandfather again.

"Did you say that about your daughter? For the old disrespectful thing. ”

"Old man, what are you doing so angry, beating every day, your son will be beaten stupid by you."

Jun Xian pulled Duan Yitang, saving him from being able to help but start with his son again.

"Stupid is stupid, I have grandchildren, what am I afraid of?"

The old man glared at his son again.

"You forgot, the company still needs him to manage it, Haochen is still young, where are Ziqi and Ziyan busy?"

Jun Xian looked at her husband who was blowing his beard and glaring, and kindly reminded him.

“………”

Duan Yitang: It seems to be such a truth!