"Yunting, I don't know, what should happen in the future。。。。。。 When Xiaobao fell asleep, she lay in Leng Yunlin's arms, but for the first time, she felt a little confused.

She is Luo Qingxue, but she is not Luo Qingxue. Her name, from Long Ruoxue, to Luo Qingxue, to Ji Ruoxue, each one represents a different meaning, and all represent a convergence of blood and tears.

"Do you still need to ask?" Leng Yunlin hugged her shoulder and kissed her lightly on the shoulder: "You are my wife, Xiaobao's mother, and the daughter-in-law of the Leng family in Yancheng." It's that simple. ”

Although he didn't answer directly, the meaning in that tone was extremely obvious-

Luo Qingxue, he should forget the past, wholeheartedly, just his Leng Yunting's wife, Xiaobao's mother, and the Leng family's daughter-in-law.

is not Ji Luoming's daughter, who married into the Leng family with resentment.

Luo Qingxue also knew what he meant, to be honest, today he was willing to accompany him to his father's cemetery, it was already an attitude, she shouldn't ask for more.

She also knew that if such a thing fell on her, perhaps, she would not do it better than Leng Yunting.

When husband and wife get along, it is originally necessary to pay attention to a "degree".

At this point, Leng Yunting is more sure than her.

"Well, I know, don't worry. At this point, Luo Qingxue and Leng Yunting are still consistent. For Ji Luoming, she was curious. If in ancient times, this kind of sword side of the line of the figure was often considered to be a hero, or, at least, a traitorous figure.

However, he was not involved in her upbringing. Moreover, she also felt that her mother had a deep love and a deep hatred for him.

And for her, her mother is like the only clean and monumental figure in her life.

Her birth and upbringing, mother, had a lot of influence.

She hates whoever her mother hates, and she likes whoever her mother likes.

As for Ji Luoming's mother's harmful and hateful emotions, she can now understand it.

"If, in the future, you betray me, or even give my son another woman's name。。。。。。 ”

Leng Yunting couldn't cry or laugh: "Do you think I'm such a man?"

"That's hard to say. Luo Qingxue blinked deliberately, and a touch of cunning emotion slipped out of her eyes, "This life is too long. If you are charmed by another woman in the future, won't I be miserable?"