The Wealthy Psychic Lady: 99 Stolen Kisses

"He drove mommy away, and he dared to get angry? My anger was always in my heart."

Fan Shixin was clever. "Then tell your uncle what's in your heart. What do you want to say at your young age? Don't learn from your dad. Many things are babbled by yourself and sooner or later.憋 Bad 憋 explosion. "

"I am not the same as him. I grew up to protect mommy. No matter how dad is, I would bully my mother. I am young and ca n’t beat him. When I grow up, no one dares to bully my mom. mum."

Fan Shixin looked at him with a serious face and smiled, "If your mommy knows you think so, you will definitely be moved."

"Uncle, you can't tell Dad these words, otherwise he knows that I will not be with him, and he will be sad."

"A really sensible child. I'm afraid dad is sad ..."

"The main reason is that he is afraid of hitting me."

Fan Shixin: "..."

The two arrived at Jin's.

Seeing his son coming, Jin Qingyan quit his job and asked him carefully, "Is it still painful now?"

"No more pain."

"This is Little Master's medicine, and I have a shot."

"Yeah, yeah, I didn't cry when I got an injection. The doctor and aunt could brag about me, saying that I didn't cry, I also praised my handsomeness, uncle?" He looked up, blinked and looked at him. Fan Shixin.

"Yes."

Jin Yihua hugged his dad's arm and murmured, "Last night I dreamed about Mommy, hey, the motherless child is like root grass."

This remark was intended to be answered by Jin.

He whispered, "Did you miss Mommy?"

The little head nodded, and his eyes were wet, "Dad, I know you're in trouble. After all, you divorced your mommy. It doesn't matter, it really doesn't matter. I have a dad. I see mommy once a few months. I'm satisfied. "

Jin Qingyan was obscured, "It's all bad for my father."

"Don't blame Dad."

Fan Shixin looked at the father and son who were so comforting to each other, and thought about the way back, the child who called the old man by his ear seemed to be his own illusion.

He exited the room silently.

"Tell Dad, is it hard at the training camp?"

"No hard work, my son doesn't feel hard at all, but ..." He hesitated a moment, still saying, "I'm fighting with Wen Lun."

"Why? You're not the best guys?"

"Because Xiaoxi and Yuezhang, they both quarreled. I went to pull with Wen Lun, Xiaoxi hit me, I was angry, I pushed her, Wen Lun hit me, and the two of us started to fight. You shouldn't push Xiaoxi. "

"Are you alright?"

"Reconciled." Jin Yichen asked, "Dad, did you lose when fighting with others when you were young?"

"Of course there are wins and losers, and Dad has been beaten."

Jin Yizhen's eyes were wide open, "Is that dad beaten up by others?"

"OK."

"Dad, just call me at that time, I will help you out!"

Jin Qingyan sighed, "Child, there was you at that time."

"Where did I go?"

"..."

——

More than a dozen days later, Jin Qingyan and An Xiaomen didn't contact again.

He didn't greet her anyway, so she wouldn't greet him.

That's it for these days.

Jin Qingyan finally couldn't help it.

A message was sent to An Xiaomeng with the content: [Mask, easy to use? ]

She received a response like this: [Throw it. ]

Staring at these two words, Jin Qingyan almost didn't come up in a breath, thinking that this little Nizi would really waste the money, it was all bought with money, so expensive, actually thrown?

After looking deeply at her reply for a long time, Jin Qingyan finally stood up and put his fists on the table.

Call Fan Shixin.

"Where is An Xiaomen now?"

"Wait a minute, I will ask." Fan Shixin asked the eyeliner quickly and came up with the answer, "Miss An is playing billiard in the club."

"With whom?"

"Major Silence."

"She's really laid back."

"Master, are you going?"

"Why am I going and not going."

Hanging up the phone, Jin Qingyan quickly put on his coat and went downstairs.

If you do n’t go, it ’s strange.

Will she be allowed to go to play?

That's not what she drove.

Hold this faith.

Jin Qingyan came to the playing club. At night, there are more people than during the day.

Even if there were so many boxes here, he could not escape his golden eyes, and saw her figure only a few places.

What made him angry was that she didn't know how to play billiards, and the man taught her in an embracing posture.

Naturally, in his eyes, whenever a man is close to An Xiaomeng, he is considered to be more involved. In fact, the two people who are playing have no other mind.

Jiyu saw that she learned very quickly, and gave a few pointers. An Xiaomen held the pole like a decent look, and she was very happy.

Standing at the door, Jin Qingyan looked at the smile on her face, and her heart was melted, even if the smile was not for him.

He didn't go in.

Standing outside the door.

An Xiaomen, who plays in the box, has never noticed someone watching her outside.

Playing with Jiyu very happy.

After playing the ball, the two went out for supper.

There is a small stall not far from the game.

The two asked for a skewer and beer, and ate and talked face to face.

"I've been playing all the time. You guide me, and look at you now. Is your right arm injured?"

"It's so secretive that you found it." He laughed and shook his right arm. "I was slightly injured while performing the task, but fortunately nothing was wrong."

"It's definitely dangerous when you're on a mission. In any case, be careful."

"Well, I will."

The two ate and drank for an hour or so, and they had a common language. Just talk about this and talk about it, and time passed.

An Xiaomen came by car, so he didn't need to send him.

After Jiyu drove away, she also walked towards her car.

When approaching in front of the car, Ding Qing saw that a car had blocked her car on the inside and looked at her again, strangely familiar!

She stepped forward and lay on the window of Jin Qingyan to look inside, just looking at her eyes that were also looking up.

An Xiaomen pulled the door open, "move your car."

His arm was pulled inside, his whole body tilted, and fell directly on him. An Xiaomen was furious and wanted to stand up. He was surrounded by a pair of powerful arms. Not only that, but this shameless one also took her Drag in.

"Jin Qingyan!"

"I can hear you. You don't have to be so loud."

"Release me."

"Will you hit me?"

"..."

"It seems that the mask is effective and younger, as if he was eighteen or nine." His voice was soft and sweet, blowing against her ears, hot.

"I threw it early."