Ruan Ruan and Qi Siyan had no grievances, but they disliked Qi Siyan. Lin Xiyue knew it was because of herself.
She kept giving Qi Siyan food and blocked Qi Siyan's mouth.
Qi Siyan opened his thin lips and ate shrimp dumplings, enjoying his wife's rare attentiveness.
If Su Ruanruan hadn't caused this incident, how could Xixi feed him.
But Qi Siyan wouldn't touch the pig brain and fish soup.
It's not like he really lacks brains.
After the morning tea, the six people dispersed. They didn't sleep well last night and wanted to go home to catch up on their sleep.
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West Bo No. 1.
Lin Xiyue ran away from home last night because Qi Manzi made too much noise.
Although Qi Siyan taught Qi Manzi a lesson, she was her biological sister after all and it was impossible to strangle her to death.
Qi Siyan walked up to Qi Manzi with the cold air outside, and said in a cold voice with no expression on his face: "Be honest with me, or I will lock you up. There is no point in complaining to my elder brother."
Qi Manzi pretended to be scared, holding the grapes with her fingers painted with green nail polish and slowly putting them into her mouth.
"I don't have to make a fuss, No, you can just feed me and finish this plate of grapes."
"Are you crazy?"
Qi Siyan was condescending, his eyes cold and indifferent.
Lin Xiyue took advantage of their tit-for-tat confrontation and quickly went upstairs quietly.
Qi Manzi's tone was very sour, "Yesterday Lin Xiyue made some snowballs outside, and you rushed outside to ask her if her hands were cold, and even stuffed her hands into her clothes to keep warm. As your relative, I Sister, I have never received this kind of treatment. Have you ever warmed my eldest brother’s hands? No."
Why did Lin Xiyue win Qi Siyan's favor? Even a poor bitch deserved it!
Qi Siyan was wearing a black trench coat. He was tall, thin and cold, like a lonely and unruly nobleman in an oil painting. His eyes were unbiased, and everything he looked at was cold and indifferent, making people unpredictable.
"If you make trouble again, I will tie you up and send you back."
"..." Qi Manzi bit her lip and pretended to be calm: "I don't have to make a fuss, but you have to tell me if you really like that poor guy Lin Xiyue."
"This has nothing to do with you."
"How come it has nothing to do with me? If you like Lin Xiyue, our family will become a joke of the Upper East District and those old money families! As your biological sister, I will be embarrassed with you! My eldest brother will be embarrassed with you!"
Qi Manzi's eyes flashed, and she said earnestly: "I don't want to become a sister-in-law with a poor person, and Lin Xiyue can't help you with anything, and is of no help to you."
After Lin Xiyue changed into her pajamas, she found that the ointment was not brought up, so she went downstairs to get the ointment.
Unexpectedly, I heard the Qi family siblings arguing.
She stood in the stairwell, hiding herself, wondering whether she should go out now, which was quite embarrassing.
Qi Siyan knew that Qi Manzi came here on behalf of his eldest brother, and Qi Manzi would definitely tell his eldest brother what happened here.
As Qi Manzi said, Lin Xiyue had a bad background, and her eldest brother would not agree with him and Lin Xiyue being together.
He and Lin Xiyue's relationship is unstable. If the eldest brother interferes again, they will break up quickly.
Qi Siyan opened his thin lips and said sarcastically: "Qi Manzi, you have been in so many relationships, and you still have the nerve to care about me?"
These words seemed to say nothing, but the answer was already given.
Qi Manzi curled her lips, her gloating emotion revealed, "I knew you were just playing for fun. It seems that your worries are in vain."
Qi Siyan's long and thin fingers hooked up the medicine bag and went upstairs, with warmth flowing in his silent eyes.
Xixi was so careless that she forgot to take the ointment.
Pushing open the bedroom door, Qi Siyan found a bulge on the bed. He lifted a corner of the quilt and found that Lin Xiyue's eyes were closed and she seemed to have fallen asleep.
Her plain brows looked even more tired and tired than yesterday.
Yes, I stayed up all night.
Qi Siyan came closer, his hot breath spraying on the woman's thin and tender cheeks. His cold eyes saw her frowning and changing her position, half of her face buried in the pillow. I don't know how many hardships it took to create her tolerant character. He hesitated to speak, not wanting to disturb her sleep.
Lifting up her nightgown, she took a cotton swab and applied ointment to her allergic back.
Observe her peaceful sleeping face from time to time.
If only I could always be this good.
Qi Siyan arranged her nightgown, covered it slightly with his tall body, and kissed the woman's cold and white face.
After all his troubles, Lin Xiyue woke up even though she was dead.
She slowly opened her eyes, thanked him politely, and then said, "The birth control pill is gone."
The ambiguous atmosphere disappeared instantly.
"You don't want my child?"
"It's going to be difficult to have a baby."
"You should wake up."
After leaving the master bedroom and telling the housekeeper not to let Qi Manzi go to the master bedroom, Qi Siyan's unruly and arrogant face turned cold and cold.
He raced to the drug store.
I bought a bottle of birth control pills and threw them all out, replacing them with vitamins.
He didn't know why, but he felt uncomfortable every time he saw Lin Xiyue taking birth control pills.
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The old home of the Gu family.
Ruan Ruan and Gu Jinzhou went to the old house for dinner that night.
We still have to get together to spend New Year’s Day.
Mrs. Gu is cooking glutinous rice balls. This is one of the few moments where she shows off her cooking skills.
Gu Jinzhou had his sleeves rolled up and his figure was elegant and graceful. Even in the kitchen, his aura was not compromised at all.
He was frying a large pot of sweet and sour pork ribs, and there were three live dads waiting to eat outside.
Ruan Ruan and the twins were tasting the rice dumplings, which had three kinds of fillings: taro paste, sesame and red bean.
Gu Tiaoxi: "Sister, you are a big star now. I often see you on Douyin."
Because of Xiangjiang TV's New Year's Eve party, the Xu Hong Dance Troupe received huge exposure, and Ruan Ruan, who appeared the most, also became famous.
Ruan Ruan smiled and said, "I'm not a star."
Gu Xiyuan: "My sister is a dancer! Stars are acting, it's different."
After the meal, Mrs. Gu brought gifts for the juniors.
Since it was a small family gathering, the gifts were all opened in person.
Gu Jinzhou took out a book.
"..."
Mrs. Gu said plausibly: "This is the book I carefully selected!"
Gu Jinzhou Qingyue's noble eyebrows were slightly raised, and he said in a low-spirited voice: "The author who wrote this financial management book is not worth as much as the CEO of my company. If I read his book on financial management, will the more he reads it, the poorer he becomes?"
Mrs. Gu remained silent. She had never received any emotional value from her eldest son since he could walk.
First in the class, first in the grade, gold medal in the Olympiad... these are like picking up something from a bag for him. The eldest son is smart and sensible, but Mrs. Gu really can't find any fun in raising him.
Ruan Ruan took out a sweater that Mrs. Gu had knitted by her newbie.
The twins were crying because they had opened identical gifts.
Mrs. Gu asked expectantly: "Do you like it?"
Ruan Ruan smiled slightly, with bright eyes, "I like it, I'll put it on now."
The red sweater is all supported by Ruan Ruan's appearance.
Mrs. Gu was very satisfied and was greatly encouraged. She will knit sweaters next year!
The two took a few photos and posted them on their respective WeChat Moments.
Mrs. Su, who always pays attention to Ruan Ruan's circle of friends, immediately saw the photo of Ruan Ruan and Mrs. Gu in a red sweater. Then looking at the text accompanying the picture, Mrs. Su felt sad and envious.
"I can knit sweaters too!"
Mrs. Su left a message in the comment area, and also sent a small sweater that she had knitted for Ruan Ruan. The stitches were dense and the pattern was exquisite, but there were only a few of them.
Because after adopting Su Lan'er, her focus shifted to Su Lan'er. Su Lan'er had been a child with high needs since she was a child. Mrs. Su had no time to knit a sweater for her biological daughter whose life or death was uncertain.
