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When Ji Qiongxin saw her son like this, a look of shock flashed in her phoenix eyes, and then her fierce arrogance dissipated and became soft, and a gentle light wave flashed in her eyes, the Xie family has been infatuated since ancient times.

It seems that the son is really fond of this daughter-in-law.

Yun Bixue looked at Ji Qiongxin's gaze at her, her face turned red instantly, in front of her mother, Xie Limo really didn't shy away from it at all.

"Auntie, he" Yun Bixue wanted to explain something, but she didn't know where to start.

Ji Qiong said happily: "Bixue, you are so powerful, my son is like a piece of ice all the year round, this heart, no one can melt, but in front of you, it is really gentle, compared with his father, you are still powerful." As he spoke, he stepped forward and shook Yun Bixue's hand cordially.

Yun Bixue felt that her brain was short-circuited, and she really couldn't keep up with the thinking of the mother and son, which was really out of common sense

"Auntie, he's been fine all along." Yun Bixue felt that since she met Xie Limo, he had been helping her, and after the two were together, he gave her great pampering, unlike Ji Qiongxin said, could it be that he was still very indifferent before.

"Oh, you don't know, he used to be anxious about his father, not close to women, so many beautiful women, he didn't look at it, he just glanced at it coldly, it was really scary, but yes, he really had a vision, well, yes." The more Ji Qiong looked at it, the more satisfied she felt, and when she saw that the two of them were not as sweet as fakes, she could be regarded as letting go of her thoughts.

She was also worried that the two of them got the certificate so quickly, could it be for other reasons, it turned out that it was really because of feelings, and Yun Bixue looked good.

When she goes back, she must show off with Li Mo's father, and her son's vision for choosing a daughter-in-law is good, just like he did back then.

Yun Bixue was stunned, Xie Limo had this kind of thing before, and he had seen a lot of beauties, so why did he like himself

Xie Limo saw that his mother liked Yun Bixue, and the corners of his mouth also hooked a shallow arc, "Mother, it's quite cold outside, let's go home and talk about it if you have something to say."

"Yes, let's go home and say, look at him, it really hurts you, you wear less, I'm afraid of freezing you, it's much better than his father." Ji Qiongxin only felt that she was in a really good mood, looking at the sky and feeling bluer than ever, and everything was pleasing to the eye.

Yun Bixue was in a daze for a while, and when she reacted, the bracelet had been worn for a long time, and she really couldn't refuse anymore.

When she returned home, Yun Bixue wanted to cook, Ji Qiong was afraid that she would be tired and said: "Just let Li Mo cook, my daughter-in-law is used to hurt, let's play and talk." ”

Xie Limo came back from parking, and as soon as he entered the house, he heard his mother's words, shook his head helplessly, and said with a smile: "Madam, then you can talk to my mother, and the meal will be good in a while." With that, he took off his suit jacket, rolled up his sleeves and went into the kitchen.

Yun Bixue watched Xie Limo enter the kitchen, her eyes kept following, she really wanted to go in to help, she had prepared so much food, would he be tired alone.

Ji Qiong observed quietly, and her heart became happier and happier, but in order not to let people see anything, she could only endure it, her daughter-in-law knew that it hurt people, not bad.

"Come on, Bixue, eat a grape." As he spoke, he peeled off the grape skins and handed them to Yun Bixue.

Yun Bixue looked at the grapes handed to her mouth, she really couldn't react, her mother was feeding her, shouldn't she be filial to her, why is it the other way around

"Auntie, I can't help it, I'll peel oranges for you to eat." 00 collected and organized, the copyright belongs to the author or publisher.