Chapter 295: Stopping Her Wedding 3

Qiao Mai suddenly felt that he was not so important.

A single mother who works hard to support her children in Huangkou is really not as important as she thinks. As long as the world does not collapse without you, then no one matters.

The relationship between mother and child is not as unbreakable as imagined - as long as it is human, it has the inferior nature of being born a human being, such as disliking the poor and loving the rich, such as pursuing enjoyment...... For example, if you lose your persistence in the face of material, you will betray it very lightly......

Otherwise, how could there be so many adults in this world who would betray love and throw themselves into the arms of a rich man and a rich woman very easily?

Really, money can't buy a single qiē -- but money can buy many, many things that ordinary people can't do......

"Sister Mai, look at this, this is Uncle Yi's own design of the flower stand, how beautiful! Uncle Yi said that this design has won an award, Uncle Yi is so powerful, isn't it ??......?"

"Sister Mai, look at that, this is a photo taken by Uncle Yi, do you see it? I was photographed beautifully, right? This is a picture of me with Uncle Yi, Uncle Yi said, this is a real work of art......

It was a group photo, enlarged, like a painting, hanging in the room, very harmonious with the whole tone, especially, the father and daughter both smiled happily, and the smile was very similar, like the treasure of the town......

Xiaobai jumped up, holding her hand all the way, and kept telling her to look at this and that, just like the little master in this house.

Joe Wheat was so tired that she couldn't move her legs.

I don't know how I got down the stairs.

When it was time to walk out of the door of the Yi family, she obviously felt that Xiaobai's hand was a little resistant-she was holding her, but she stubbornly turned her head to look behind, so reluctant.

A lavish garden hall, a lavish birthday party setting, and so many delicious dishes...... This qiē is still on display...... There are so many gifts that have not yet been opened......

The child didn't want to step out of the door of the Yi family at all.

Maybe she has been silent, even if Xiaobai is nostalgic, she doesn't dare to say anything, but she still obediently follows her with her schoolbag.

Yi Xiangxi followed behind him, and until now, he finally spoke: "Wheat, I'll send you back." ”

She opened her mouth, somehow refused.

Yi Xiangxiang drove west, opened the car door, Xiaobai didn't sit in the front seat like before, she looked at Sister Mai, quietly followed her, and went to the back seat to do it.

This time, the child no longer squirmed, but snuggled up to her quietly, held her hand tightly, snuggled in her arms coquettishly, and coquettishly: "Sister Mai, I want to sleep......"

Jowry hugged her, and she immediately snuggled into her arms, but only closed her eyes for a moment and then opened them again.

At this time, Qiao Mai had a trace of warmth in his heart. However, this little comfort is too insignificant.

Yi Xiangxi, driving in the front seat, could not break this terrible depression and silence.

Ever since she met Bingbing, he knew it was over—life is often like this, asking for what you get and getting nothing. However, what you don't want will come together all at once.

If she's noisy, if she's mad, if she's scolding...... He knows how to cope. Only her terrible silence gave him no reason to deal with it.