The sound of closing the door sounded, Fang Yushan came back to her senses, retracted her gaze, and grinded her teeth secretly: Old witch, see how long you can be proud, and when I clean up Han Lingying, I will clean up with you!

Han Lingying left, and Jiang Yufeng didn't want to stay here anymore and saw people who didn't want to see it, so he got up and prepared to go upstairs.

"Yufeng?" Fang Yushan pulled his sleeve, and the begging in his eyes was very gloomy.

Jiang Yufeng didn't seem to see it, shook off her hand, and went straight upstairs.

"Yushan, I'm sorry, Yufeng, this kid has a bad temper, you should take care of it more." Seeing Fang Yushan standing slumped, Han Qingru pulled her to sit down next to her.

Fang Yushan's red eyes looked extremely pitiful, "I know, aunt, I'll go back first." “

Bidding farewell to Jiang's father and Jiang's mother, Fang Yushan left the Jiang family.

Stand in the doorway, looking inside, and one day, I'm going to let you carry me in. His eyes were full of imperativeness.

In the pottery house, two people are busy in their hands.

Han Qingyi felt that Han Lingying was in a bad mood, and deliberately took her to her studio to play, hoping to make her forget her troubles.

Looking at her lowered eyebrows and Mu Na's movements, Han Qingyi knew that this trick was useless.

"Don't do it, let's go." Han Qingyi picked up Han Lingying and walked towards her office.

After the two of them were cleaned up, Han Qingyi slowly spoke, "Ling Ying, what's wrong?" “

"I'm fine."

"Silly girl, what can I tell my little aunt."

Han Qingyi's gentle appearance made the last tight string in Han Lingying's heart break, and she threw herself into Han Qingyi's arms and cried unscrupulously.

When Han Qingyi saw Han Lingying's appearance, she couldn't help but redden.

What she has seen in the past few days, combined with Han Lingying's reaction today, what else is she not white? I can't help but feel sorry for her, silly boy......

Xu felt that it was enough, but he was still tired of crying, and his voice gradually became quieter, "Little aunt, I'm sorry to make you laugh." “

Hoarseness.

Han Lingying had a pair of red and swollen eyes, which was particularly distressing, Han Qingyi gently touched her eyes, and was full of pity, "No, our little Lingying has always been so cute." “

"Are you feeling better now?"

"Hmm."

"Then I'll get some ice cubes and put it on you."

"Little aunt," Han Lingying shouted, successfully interrupting her footsteps, "You, don't you ask me anything?" “

Han Qingyi smiled casually, "Silly boy, when you want to say it, you will naturally say it." Don't overthink it, I'll go get the ice. “

A warm current flowed through Han Lingying's heart.

On the edge of the year, many shops were closed, and there were only a few people chatting on the street, Han Lingying and Han Qingyi walked on the street, but they didn't feel deserted, but felt that there was a different flavor.

“July？“ A joyful voice came from behind them, and the two stopped and the person behind them approached, "It's really you, July, when did you return to China?" “

"Wen Ting, long time no see." Cheng Wenting, the boss of Shenghua, has met several times at the British exhibition, and he is humorous, and he is one of Han Qingyi's few friends.

"July, that's why you don't mean enough, you don't even notify me when you come back, I'll pick you up. ，“

"I'm out there."

kept thinking about the past, but ignored the person next to him, "Who is this?" “

Cheng Wenting saw the two people standing together, and quipped, "This can't be your exiled daughter, it's just a mold carved out of the same mold as you." “