"By the way, Xixi and Jiang Cheng are going to get their marriage certificate next week." He Xiyan remembered this important matter. "What about your opinion?"

"Next week?"

He Xiyan snorted.

"Yes, Jiang Cheng's mother also called me and said that she was going to wait for you to come back to discuss the marriage together."

Ye Hao's eyebrows tightened, and there was a faint worry in his eyes.

"I don't think there's a need to rush it. Let's take a look at it again, Jiang Cheng's kid is too deep in the city. ”

He Xiyan shook his head, "Ah Hao, Jiang Cheng is willing to join the Ye family, I think he is really attentive to Xixi, and some details can be seen." In any case, Jiang Cheng is the father of the child, whether it is for the sake of the daughter or the child, we should support them. ”

He Xiyan has been thinking about this matter for a long time, her daughter's belly is getting bigger and bigger, and it won't be long before she can hide it from the news media.

"Then let them go and get their certificates first." Ye Hao let out a sigh, it seemed that he was still not very satisfied with this marriage, and Jiang Cheng did not conform to the image of his son-in-law in his mind.

But now, it seems that there is no better way.

He Xiyan leaned on her husband's arms, and the two chatted together about their daughter's marriage and some future plans.

It's the Qingming Festival soon, He Xiyan is going to go back to her hometown of Liuyang City, and she will go back to sweep the tomb every year on the Qingming Festival, except for the years when she lost her memory.

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In the Mo family, Mo Ling taught his father to paint in the studio.

Although he is not a professional in art, his art skills are not bad, he has studied art since he was a child, and many of his works are actually better than those painted by professional students.

"Dad, this shadow part is too deep, and there is no sense of space for the lines here......" Mo Ling pointed to a pencil drawing drawn by Dad.

Dad may have been so bored at home that he liked to draw more and more.

It's just that my father didn't study art professionally, but the nurse Lin Wan hired before taught him for a few months.

Mo Yixuan looked at the painting he had drawn, and a very shallow smile appeared on the corner of his mouth.

Although his paintings were said to be useless by his son, he felt that he had painted well, and he had a certain artistic conception.

"Why don't I go find you a professional teacher?" Mo Ling saw that his father didn't reply, and then said again.

It's best if my father can develop some hobbies.

Mo Yixuan waved his hand.

"Forget it, I'm just drawing and playing." It's just to pass the time. He is fifty years old, where does he have the energy to learn an art.

Mo Ling returned to his bedroom.

After almost two months of busyness, he finally had some free time.

You don't have to work overtime on weekends.

In the evening, he came to his study, and as a senior otaku, his greatest pleasure was to read.

Moreover, he is the kind of young man who reads all kinds of books.

Mo Ling's hand reached to the seventh floor of the summer vacation, and took out a suspense book called "Perfect Crime" from it.

This is the latest work by the well-known mystery writer Richard, and many of the cases in it are based on real cases.

Mo Ling didn't know how he could buy such a book, at that time, in order to fill his bookshelf, he bought more than a thousand books at a time, many of which he purchased casually.