"I don't remember." Ji Xing frowned and asked him rhetorically, "Is he someone I knew before?" ”

Si Chengluo's voice was very steady, without the slightest fluctuation or change, and he only said: "How can I know what you did yourself." ”

He was sure that Ji Xing must have come to this world before this and arranged a lot of chess pieces that belonged to him, or his little brother.

That Situ Sang should be one of them, when he went to Italy last week, he met that person once, and found the clues left by Ji Xing in him.

He and Jun Shiyan are two bastards, and they don't take him with them when they play, they come to this world in advance to arrange their own forces, and they can easily reach the peak of life, but they let him go through poverty and white, start from hell mode and struggle again, and have to earn everything back on their own.

Ji Xing thought about it carefully, but he still didn't remember which one Situ Sang was, but it seemed to be a little familiar, maybe it was someone he knew before he had lost his memory.

In the bedroom opposite, the lights were still on, and through the crack in the door, the soft light shone out, and the voices of the women could be faintly heard.

Jun Shiyan couldn't sleep, his eyes looked at the opposite direction with a soft expression, is his little girl lying now, is she sitting, or lying on the bed?

The little girl's favorite posture is to lie on the bed, cross her legs, shake her little feet and read the script, or lie on his lap and read the script lazily.

As an actor, his little girl is definitely dedicated and qualified.

Ling Sheng was pillowed on Nangong Lengyu's lap at this moment, looking at her with clear eyes: "Mom, when the second uncle is better, let's call Aunt Wen over, and we girls will have a tea party together." ”

Nangong Lengyu's slender white fingers gently smoothed out the mask on her face, and many places were wrinkled, and she said softly: "Okay." ”

Ling Sheng nodded expectantly, got out of bed barefoot, walked over to Song Yiyan, who was sitting cross-legged on the balcony, and sat opposite her.

"What are you going to do?" Song Yiyan closed her eyes and sat cross-legged on the hanging chair to meditate, the white moonlight outside the window shone in, casting a soft silver glow on her, and she looked like she had a bit of an elegant feeling of fairy wind bones.

"Yeon-yeon, are you really 100% sure?" Ling Sheng's voice was very low, and he looked at her with some concern, not knowing if he had disturbed her.

"I'm not sure, you have?" Song Yiyan didn't open her eyes, her voice was very calm: "Since you have found me, just believe me." ”

What certainty? For her, it's just to roll up her sleeves and do it, and it's the first time she has done such a thing as changing her life against the sky.

"Will it have any bad effect on you?" Ling Sheng always felt that something was wrong with her, and the quiet was a little scary, so that she couldn't help but start thinking crankily.

Song Yiyan sneered, and finally lazily opened a slit in her eyes, looked at her through the gap, and regained her previous arrogant self-confidence: "Ling Sheng, I said that you look down on your sister too much, just this little thing, who can help me?" ”

She, in fact, has always been a selfish person, but since she met Sheng Sheng and became friends with her, she feels that as a person, she still can't just take care of herself, only think about herself.

Changing her life against the sky, saying that it has no impact, is just lying to her, there must be a backlash, but that little backlash is small to her, and she can still afford it.

"That's good." Ling Sheng said this in his mouth, and he looked relaxed on the surface, but he still couldn't let go of it in his heart.

Song Yiyan is a person who has come from the bottom and has always been bitter and selfish to outsiders.

can treat her own people, she has always been heart-to-heart, the second uncle, even if there is a great suffering, she will never compromise, let alone admit defeat.

She was afraid that she would suffer the impact of saving her second uncle by herself, and if she didn't tell them, it wasn't once or twice that she did this kind of thing.

Song Yiyan thought that Ling Sheng had not completely recovered her memory, and she should not be able to remember what happened before this world, so she jumped down from the hanging chair, put her arms around her shoulders and walked inside, her tone was relaxed and pleasant: "Let's go, sleep, recuperate, I will see my second uncle tomorrow." ”

As soon as the two entered the house, they saw a small crack in the bedroom door, followed by a small pink carved face leaning in: "Mommy, grandma, Aunt Yanyan, can I sleep with you?" ”

Song Yiyan was so cute by the little guy that her heart melted, she pushed Ling Sheng away with a look of disgust, walked towards the little guy with a smile on her aunt's face, picked him up, and kissed him bigly: "Of course you can." ”

Cute to death, there is wood, in the past, she has always disliked children, she feels that she is not capable of teaching children well, and there is no man in the world who is worthy of letting her have children!

But since I met Xiao Qi, I feel that the child is the cutest creature in the world, hmph, I just want to trick her into having a child!

Xiao Qi's kissed little face was itchy, and she giggled, wanting to dodge, but she was afraid that Song Yiyan would be uncomfortable, so she regarded herself as a doll and let her pinch and rub it round.

Song Yiyan pinched his little face as tender and smooth as white tofu, and smiled dotingly: "Xiao Qi sleep with Aunt Yanyan!" ”

"Xiao Qi wants to sleep with Mommy." Xiao Qi looked at her seriously: "Grandpa said that you can't sleep with women other than Mommy, Grandma and Grandma." ”

"Is it okay for Xiaoqi to call Aunt Yanyan's godmother? In this way, you can sleep with Aunt Yeonyan. Song Yiyan looked at the little guy's serious appearance, secretly slandered, what a broken reason, and pretended to sigh in frustration: "If Xiao Qi doesn't sleep with Aunt Yanyan, Aunt Yanyan will be in a bad mood, Aunt Yanyan will be in a bad mood, and when she sees the second uncle tomorrow, she will be affected." ”

"That Xiaoqi sleeps with Aunt Yanyan, Aunt Yanyan should not be affected." Xiao Qi nodded his little head busily, hesitated again after speaking, and asked her in a low voice: "Will Uncle Ji Xing be jealous then!" ”

"Xiao Qi is now his godmother's godson, that is, Uncle Ji Xing's godson." Song Yiyan really wanted to be jealous with the child and gave him face.

However, in front of the good baby, she will not say such things, she wants to establish an image of a gentle, cute and kind super invincible godmother in front of her baby.

"Okay then." Xiao Qi's eyes were shining, hooking her neck.

Song Yiyan walked to the bed with the little guy in her arms, looked at Ling Sheng with disdain, and asked how to teach children, how old you are to know the word jealousy, children should look like children, and overly precocious children are not cute at all.