Cao Guangyu was stunned for a moment: “Don’t, wait until I get married before breaking up, I haven’t received your money yet!”
“Get out!”
“If it doesn’t work, just give me one!”
Jiang Qin, who broke up with Master Cao, returned home angrily.
As soon as he entered the door, Gao Wenhui and Wang Haini sat on the sofa in the living room, writing non-stop.
“Love You in the Name of Friends” will hold a book signing event in Shanghai universities tomorrow. Hui Huizi, who loves sugar, has been practicing signing during this period. The main feature is a cool and coherent one that is unclear.
Wang Haini wore a pair of glasses without lenses, acting as her assistant agent, planning to take the opportunity to catch literary black bass in college.
Jiang Ainan was lying on the sofa playing at this time. When she saw her father coming back, she immediately opened her arms: “Dad, hold me.”
“Have you eaten?”
“Yes.”
Jiang Qin walked over and picked her up, and quietly said a lot of bad things in front of his daughter, saying that people with the surname Cao are not good people, which made the little rich woman look confused.
Gao Wenhui was practicing signing next to her. After listening, she suddenly turned her head and said: “Did Cao Guangyu offend you again?”
“Ding Xue is pregnant with a boy. Do you think it’s infuriating? I said either sterilization or breaking up. I didn’t expect that after so many years of relationship, he still chose to break up instead of sterilization. I don’t understand. Did my true feelings feed the dog?”
Gao Wenhui’s mouth twitched after hearing this: “I don’t know if you fed the dog or not, but you are really a dog.”
Wang Haini couldn’t help but lift up her glasses and continued: “Jiang Qin , your daughter is not even three years old, and you have already started to be wary of the little yellow-haired boy? ”
Jiang Qin looked at Jiang Ainan, who looked confused: “Preventing ghost fires should start from childhood.”
Gao Wenhui put down the pen in her hand and imagined: “With Cao Guangyu’s IQ, at most two hundred and fifty, his son will be ordered around by your Jiang Ainan and cry, right?”
“Really?”
“Your daughter is just like you, very dog-like.”
Jiang Ainan couldn’t help but raise her head from Jiang Qin’s arms when she heard Gao Wenhui’s words, and then frightened her little face.
She probably didn’t understand that dog was an exclusive adjective for her father, but she also knew that what her aunt said was definitely not a good thing.
At this moment, Feng Nanshu came out of the kitchen with a cup with the words “Husband, drink water” in her hand.
Wang Haini’s eyes could not help but be attracted by the cup: “Why are you pouring a cup of wolfberry?”
Jiang Qin looked back and narrowed his eyes: “This is my tea.”