"The colorful fruit tea here is also delicious, and many kinds of fruits are put together in proportion, and others can't learn them." Yuan Feiqian continued to introduce, and Qing responded with a smile in his deep eyes.

When the cake and fruit tea were delivered, Yuan Fei took a bite of the cake, and the long-lost aroma and happiness made her whole person relaxed.

It is precisely because of this that the subtlety of facing Qing Yishen has also been alleviated.

Qing Yishen looked at the girl in front of her with relaxed joy between her eyebrows, and four words suddenly appeared in her heart: the years are quiet.

He likes the peaceful and beautiful moments now, the time when it is just the two of them, and the relaxed and happy place filled with the aroma of fresh milk cake.

This girl he wants to pet on the tip of his heart is always so easy to satisfy.

Then, he will do whatever it takes to protect her joy and happiness.

Take a bite of the cake in your hand, and the milky and sweet taste fills every part of the taste buds.

He felt so familiar, and so warm.

As if this was a long-lost scene, there had ever been.

In the scene, there are people he likes, and there are things he likes.

Qing Yishen felt that this should not be done because he didn't like sweets.

But at this time, he just fell in love with the fresh milk cake she liked.

In the relaxing time, she was immersed in the delicious taste of the cake, and he was immersed in the joy of being with her.

No one noticed that in the corner not far away, a pair of eyes were staring at them.

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Rich Hall Villa Area.

Yuan Feiqian entered the gate and waved his hand to Qing Yishen: "Goodbye, uncle!" ”

Seeing Qing twitch the corners of her deep mouth and pretend to wave her hand calmly "goodbye", she couldn't help laughing, and her mood suddenly improved.

Since you have made up your mind to stay away from him, let's start by calling him Uncle Ladaigou!

When I think of my own death, I think of the murderer, and I think of my original family......

It wasn't until she entered the house and saw Yang Bisi and her father that her smile retracted.

After greeting his father, Yuan Feiqian went upstairs directly.

At the corner of the stairs, I heard a conversation coming from the living room.

What remains unchanged is Yang Bisi's thoughtfulness and her father's love.

The corners of Yuan Fei's mouth flashed with a touch of sarcasm.

For so many years, she has not been able to treat Yang Bisi as a family member, nor does she recognize her stepmother's identity.

She knew very well that it was because of this person's intervention that her mother died.

Because of this person, she could only hide in the shadows in her previous life.

She can't forgive any of this!

When I think of my previous life, I think of my own death, and then I think of the words I heard before I died......

Many things can't stand thinking about it carefully, and if you think about it too much, the doubts in your heart will gradually become bigger.

The seeds of doubt sprouted in his heart and spread out, making Yuan Feiqian's attitude towards the original family a little more scrutinized.

Since her mother's death, she has a very different place in the family.

But she couldn't believe that one day it would reach the level of tiger poison eating children.

As the saying goes, if there is a stepmother, there will be a stepfather, maybe it is really the influence of the stepmother!

Yuan Feiqian didn't want to repeat the mistakes of the past, she wanted to have a different way of living.

And if you want more freedom, there is a very necessary thing---- money!

In her previous life, all the restoration matters were made by her father, and she was only in charge of doing things.

No money, not much freedom.

In this life, she did not drop out of school and was trapped, she also had freedom, and she must work hard and make more money.

Just as he was thinking about it, he suddenly heard a complaining voice coming: "You negative person! Did you forget me about going out and having fun by yourself? ”