To achieve great things, it is never about who has more means, but who is more ruthless, ruthless and unjust.

For a long time, Mu Yanxi showed a faint smile.

"Don't worry, Ashi II will never appear, and I won't let him appear."

"That's what I thought too."

Xia Yewei's fingers slid down the bridge of Mu Yanxi's tall nose and stayed on his cool lips.

"After all, no one will be more useful than my Ashi."

As for what is useful, we know each other.

At the end of August, Haicheng hoisted the No. 8 typhoon signal in a rare move.

The storm seemed to tear the heavens and the earth apart.

The next day, the scorching air evaporated the vapour, leaving only the floor and desk with dim and unindecipherable water stains.

Warmth blooms at midnight and is completely annihilated in the early hours of the morning.

It's like a dream, and there is no trace in one night.

*

The news of Xia Yewei's pregnancy did not last long in the field of public opinion, and was quickly dispersed by another piece of news.

September 15 is the death day of the old man Li's wife, Zhao Qingjun.

The story of the old couple's deep love for nearly half a century is only known.

Unexpectedly, the lonely soul of his beloved wife is now pressing under the foundation of the Memory Building, calming the soul with the money sword, and cutting off its path to reincarnation with the trapped soul array.

And every year, the Li family holds a grand sacrifice to commemorate Zhao Qingjun.

Is it ironic?

Ironic, but not difficult to understand.

Man dies for money, and birds die for food.

If Zhao Qingjun wants to blame, she can only blame the numerology gentleman who judged that she would be prosperous with her husband's eight characters.

Xia Yewei held a red wine glass, and under the reflection of the crystal lamp, all the guests in the banquet hall were reflected in the small glass.

Today, the so-called memorial service has completely evolved into a gladiatorial arena for celebrities to exchange benefits.

She raised her wine glass and saw Old Man Li and You Huiqin on the second floor.

Putting down the cup respectfully, Xia Yewei smiled unworldly.

And Mu Yanxi, who was behind her, also bowed slightly to the two.

Old Man Li touched his beard and nodded with satisfaction, "I knew that the original decision was right." ”

You Huiqin pushed the wheelchair, her eyes darkened: "Dad, which decision are you talking about?" ”

"Is it about Yanxi, or Zechen?"

Say Cao Cao, Cao Cao will arrive.

Li Zechen was late, and even the bow tie was crooked.

Don't think about it, Xia Yewei also knows whose gentle township he has been hiding in recently.

"Zechen."

Even if she has a gold medal in her stomach, she still has to act in the play.

Without the grievances of a cold face and a cold ass, how can others love and cherish her?

"You ......"

Li Zechen was unusual, and did not directly push Xia Yewei away, but touched his nose and said quickly: "You have been ...... recently"

Before the gentle words could be spoken, his eyes instantly became ruthless and cold.

Mu Yanxi walked over and bowed his head: "Mr. Li, the holiday should be over, the days of your absence, the company is in a mess." ”

Li Zechen snorted coldly: "I still don't know you?" Wouldn't you be able to do more without me? ”

Xia Yewei pinched the ends of her hair indifferently.

If it was usual, she would definitely have to argue a few words for Mu Yanxi.

is not only because of the character, but also because he is her person.

But right now, the person who stands out for him shouldn't be her.

"Brother, I smelled your sour smell from over there, what's the matter, jealous that our family Yan Xi is more capable than you?"

Li Wanyao has always been unforgiving, especially when she shows affection, she is even more crazy.

"Sour, I think you're fainting!"

Li Zechen clenched his fists.

Suddenly, Xia Yewei held his hand and forced him to interlock his fingers with her.

"Grandpa is watching us, at least, don't be here."

Mu Yanxi lowered his eyes and naturally saw the clenched hands.

He still put on that world-weary poker face, but in the cold, there was an unpredictable indifference.

"Yo, Xia Yewei, stop acting, do you think you can control him?"

Li Wanyao looked at the door, pursed her lips and smiled, "If you want to care, it's not your turn." ”

Fang Ya was dressed in white, causing a lot of commotion everywhere she went.

Not because of her beauty, but because of her status that can't be on the stage.

The uninvited person actually appeared here, whether he knew whether he was alive or dead, or someone supported him.

"Yaya."

Li Zechen quickly shook off Xia Yewei's hand.

Out of inertia, Xia Yewei fell forward uncontrollably.

Mu Yanxi held her arm at the right time.

The rough palm of the hand slashes through the delicate flesh.

He raised an eyebrow maliciously.

Knowing that he did it on purpose, Xia Yewei was still ready to suffer this dumb loss.

Go back and clean him up.

"Thank you, Assistant Mu."

"You're welcome."

Li Wanyao gritted her teeth, her eyes wandered between the two of them several times, and she took several deep breaths before she screamed sarcastically: "Xia Yewei, don't be complacent, your good days are over." ”

Just when Xia Yewei was puzzled, she only heard Fang Ya touch her lower abdomen and said softly: "Zechen, I have been pregnant with your child for two months. ”