My Youth Began With Him

"Yeah... After you left with your parents... Achu has been depressed for a long time."

In order to let Song believe in poetry, Mrs. Qin made up the mess...

In fact, the boy's mental development is relatively late, Qin Chu, eight years old, really do not understand what love is.

"Qin mother... forget it, don't say this, Qin Chu is married, and his wife knows bad."

"Which wife, who admits that the fox is fine, you all know, poetry, the woman mother is a shameless little three, and later the upper class is not successful, with a driver of the Huo family secretly Chen Cang, and gave birth to a son, chaos is very, you Talk about such a woman, such a back, how can I accept... or Achu confused, I don’t know what ecstasy soup was poured by that woman."

"Mother Qin, let's not say this first. Come, this is the scarf I brought to you in Italy. There are three colors, and I don't know which one you like, so I bought them."

Song Yishi took out the scarf, and Mrs. Qin looked at the big brand and immediately closed her mouth...

"Quick end of the bird's nest, give us poetry."

The maid did not dare to neglect, and immediately took out the bird's nest that was first stewed.

Mrs. Qin took the hand of Song Yishi. "Poetry, since your parents have not returned, you should live in my house first."

"Don't, I live in my uncle's house."

"No, you listen to me, you live here, your Qin dad went to the United States, and that old thing doesn't matter with me... I don't know what kind of temptation by the little monk, mad at me, now at home. As for myself, I am also lonely, and you are here, maybe Achu can come back a few more, okay?"

"This is not good, Qin mother... I can't live here, really."

Song Yishi is not so self-aware, even if Qin mother likes her again, she will not do this kind of price reduction.

Seeing Song Yi Shi’s saying that he is not willing, Mrs. Qin is not good enough to continue to be embarrassed...

"Poetry, don't you go back to China this time?"

"Well... I told you before on the phone. When I came back, I stayed with my parents. They are getting older. My dad retired after three years. When I took them around, I took them around. world."

"Oh... It’s a good boy... If you come back early, we are Achu... Oh... don’t say this.”

"Mother Qin, you take care of your body and your body is the most important."

"I will, good boy, or hello."

Song Yi’s return to China, so that Mrs. Qin’s fighting spirit, which was about to be extinguished, was rekindled.

Because by comparison, Mrs. Qin felt that Song Yi poetry could burst into Hum sleep...

On the appearance, Song Yishi 170's body, Lin Chi-ling's sweet looks.

On academic qualifications, Song Yi’s poetry is a high student of the Florentine Academy of Fine Arts who majored in ink painting.

On the family, Song Yishi is the apple of the mayor of Song, the only daughter in the family.

On the temperament of essays, Mrs. Qin feels that Song Yishi is perfect...

But she ignored it. There is no perfect person in this world.

If a person is too perfect, it can only be explained that she pretends to be too good.

There must be a fatal flaw in her body that is easily seen by others.

Huo Mian is not perfect, but Huo Mian has always been my own way, living truth.

Song Yi Shi, like living in a painting, is too refined to dress himself.

Qin Chu is holding the book against the bed, and Huo Mian is relying on the shoulders of Qin Chu to play mobile phones.

"Sister, are you?"

"In." See Zhixin to send a WeChat to myself, Huo Mian seconds back.

Looked at the time is ten o'clock, Zhixin is so late, send a WeChat to myself.

"Have you contacted Xiaoyue recently?"

"no, what happened?"

"She has been hiding from me for a few days, and refused to see me. I sent WeChat. She didn't return very much. Sometimes I sometimes didn't pick up the phone, but I only said three sentences when I picked it up."

"Are you quarreling?"

"No, it would be fine if I quarreled...so I was confused too. I don't know what happened to her?" Zhixin was anxious not typing, and sent a voice to her sister.

"Don't worry, I will ask her."