Two months have passed, Tong Kexin resigned from Lian's family and went to Xiao's family a month ago, Jing Ruhua let people go without any embarrassment, and letting her here is enough to meet the picturesque scene.

In the past two months, Jing Ruhua occasionally came to the company to deal with important documents, and now she is very proficient in the operation of the company, and the rest of the time she and Xizi have played all over the capital, of course, she is playing, Jing Ruhua is watching.

"President, President Shaw's wedding invitation is on your desk." Now, Jing Ruhua has successfully taken over Lian's family, which is far different from the original Lian Xiaoya, who always plays music and doesn't care about the company, resulting in Lian's being acquired by Xiao's.

"yes, I see." Sit down in a swivel chair with soft backs and open the wedding invitation with a red background and gilded on.

The seventh day of the seventh month of July happens to be Valentine's Day.

One more week.

Put the post in a drawer, I haven't seen those people in two months!

"Bai Fan, I'm sorry, me and Inkmark." Tong Ke looked at the man in front of her who was looking at her tenderly with guilt, she didn't know how to speak.

"Kexin, it's good if you think you're happy." Yan Baifan smiled bitterly.

He knew that there would be such a day, but it turned out that he and her still didn't have a chance.

"Bai Fan, find a good woman to live with, I, I'm not worth it." Tong Kexin gritted his teeth and didn't dare to look into his eyes.

"Okay~ I'll give this back to you." Yan Baifan raised his head, forced the sourness in his eyes back, and took out the household registration book given to him by the child's mother from his pocket.

"No. 7, that day~" Tong Kexin took the household registration book and stopped talking.

"I'll go, just see you happy." Yan Baifan stretched out his hand to rub her hair, but finally put it down.

"That~"

"I'll send you back." Yan Baifan interrupted her.

"My woman, I'll take it myself." The domineering voice came, and Xiao Mochen hugged Tong Kexin's waist.

"Inkmark, treat her well." Yan Baifan smiled reluctantly.

"In the past five years, thank you for taking care of their mother and son on my behalf." Looking at the brother he hadn't seen for many years, although he was a little angry that he didn't tell him that his women and children were outcast, but thinking of him taking care of them for the past few years, he was angry, jealous, and grateful.

"Shinoa is back, you know?" Xiao Mochen said a word when Yan Baifan turned around and wanted to leave.

"I know." It's just that Lian Xiaoya is no longer the Lian Xiaoya of five years ago.

"She's a good girl, I hope you can cherish it." Xiao Mochen looked at his back with a complicated expression.

Back then, he ruined Lian Xiaoya's confession, and the girl he liked liked liked him.

Five years later, he ruined Yan Baifan's wedding, and he grabbed the girl he liked.

Who's sorry for whom, it's hard to say?

"Let's go, pick up Tong Tong." Tong Kexin looked at Yan Baifan, who had disappeared, and said to Xiao Moji, who was hugging Tong Kexin's waist.

"It's me who I'm sorry for Bai Fan." Tong Kexin leaned against his chest.

She thought she would be with Bai Fan, but the moment she met Xiao Mojian, whether it was when he broke into her body five years ago, or when he broke into her heart five years later, she was domineering and tough, but this man's love for her was also domineering enough.

"My son's name is Xiao Erfan." Xiao Mochen slapped her ass hard.

"What are you doing, in public." Tong Kexin blushed and looked around.

"What are you afraid of, you're my woman." Xiao Mochen hooked the corners of his lips indifferently and smiled evilly.

This man is really wicked.

Tong Kexin said in his heart with a red face.

Take Tong Tong home, this is Xiao Mojian's newly bought villa, as a family home in the future.

"Son, go play by yourself." Xiao Mochen touched Tong Tong's head.

"Daddy, what's the benefit?" Tong Tong smiled and stretched out his hand.

"There's your favorite food in the fridge, whatever you want." Xiao Mojin looked at his miniature version of his son with a smile.

Tong Kexin looked at the father and son on the side, peeling the oranges in his hands, and smiling happily.