Chapter 2045

, can you not know this general assistant" This is a new dress from my wife. What, it doesn't look good It looks good to me, and it fits me well and is comfortable. "Sunan: "."well, he stopped asking....Chapter 2045

"Fengqing, what is Fengqing There's a pile of mud, and my mother's efforts to help her up the wall are still a mass of mud. When Mom gives up on her, we'll know who Feng's successor is. Those who despise me, we'll see! "

"and Qiao Shao, the man I fall in love with, one day, I want him to bow down at my feet. Mom also supports me in pursuing Joe Shaw. "

Feng if she thinks that while she is not the successor now, she will pursue Qiao Han first, and then she will regain her identity as the successor. In that way, she will have a male god and a status.

happy!

Mrs. Fengda hopes that if Feng competes with Fengqing, her husband can reap the benefits of the fisherman.

is sucking up to Fengruo and blowing Fengruo so much that he thinks she is the best woman in the world.

the infighting of the Feng family, Haitong also watched silently through the influence of the Su family in Dongguan.

well, on Friday morning, she got up early and went with Zhan Yin to send Yangyang to kindergarten, and promised to pick Yangyang home from kindergarten in the afternoon, so the little guy followed the teacher into kindergarten.

after leaving from kindergarten, the husband and wife are busy with their own work. Haitong is now used to going back to the bookstore first.

as soon as she entered the bookstore, Shen Xiaojun said to her, "Tong Tong, there is a big envelope on the cashier, which was brought by a student. The student said that a stranger grabbed him and asked him to help deliver the envelope to our store. It said 'Haitong Shou'."

"I touched it and it felt like a picture."

Shen Xiaojun said, turning into the kitchen and taking out the fruit that her husband sent to her at noon yesterday, she put it in the refrigerator before she finished eating.

after washing the fruit, she came out with the plate of fruit and said to Haitong, "I guess those photos belong to your romantic rival and the man who looks like Zhan Yin."

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Hai Tong put down her bag, sat down at the cashier, picked up the big envelope, touched it, and felt like a photo.

she said: "maybe the last photo didn't get the result as scheduled, so I was not reconciled, so I just posted it and sent it to me."

the man next to Duan Qianqian is not Zhanyin, because he doesn't look alike, so he has a body image, so that although Zhanyin and his wife feel a little blocked, they can't take Duan Qianqian.

Hai Tong paid more attention to the story of her mother's life. For Duan Qianqian, she found a stand-in for Zhan Yin and took photos to show her love. When she knew about it, she put it aside and didn't take it to heart.

if the double's facial features are also like Zhan Yin, she will be really blocked.

but she looks alone, her facial features are not like, and she is not in the city of Guancheng. If she is blocked in this way, she does not know what kind of traffic jam she will become. After all, there are many people who adore Zhan Yin.

Shen Xiaojun came over, put down the plate of fruit, and greeted his friends to eat the fruit.

she sat down, looked outside, and said, "what time is it the sun is so strong that I go out for two steps at noon and my skin hurts."

Hai Tong said with a smile, "who told you to go out in the middle of the day"

"I always have to go for a walk. It will be boring to sit here and read novels all the time. Seeing you and Xiaofei being so busy and refusing to let me help makes me mildew sitting here."

Hai Tong said while eating fruit: "when you are pregnant, even the bookstore, Su will never let you come again."

Shen Xiaojun: " Tong Tong, can you say something to make me feel good "jealous or not another day. "after saying this, Su Nan did not forget to tell Zhan Yin: "remember to inform Miss Shen that I will be waiting for her at 10 o'clock tomorrow morning at Naked Cafe. I wil...