Slag Girl Illustrated Book

When the convoy stopped to repair, he made a call.

On the second day, the entire Shanghai stock market was under martial law, the black forces were swept away, and many black bosses, large and small, were imprisoned in the bureau. For a while, all the underworlds were honestly unable to do so.

Keith received the news and rushed back from other provinces overnight.

Stayed with Ruan Xi and her home for one night.

Distressedly smoothed her frowning brows in her sleep, and gently patted her back with her hand.

People who dare to move him in the Shanghai stock market are cold in their eyes.

The next day was his class. He wanted Ruan Xihe to have a good rest at home, so he asked for leave from the school and transferred his class to Friday.

When Ruan Xihe woke up, Qi Si fell asleep leaning on the head of the bed. He didn't change his clothes and wore the suit from last night, with a little wrinkle.

She sat up, traced his face lightly with her finger, poking it mischievously.

Moving, he moved too, gently holding Ruan Xihe's hand.

"Good morning, Teacher Qi." She was sitting on the bed with her legs bent.

Qi Si sat up and hugged her: "I'm sorry, I didn't protect you."

Ruan Xihe leaned in his arms: "It's not your fault. Needless to say, I'm sorry."

Qi Si didn't want her to know the weird situation in the back. He asked him to investigate when he received the news last night. Unexpectedly, it was his negligence, so he shouldn't show mercy to Liu's men, and the girl named Mu Xueyuan, girl. How could the family be so vicious.

"Ruan Ruan." He whispered her name softly.

"Not going to class today, let's go on a date to celebrate my passing the interview."

Ruan Xihe received a notice yesterday that the result of the interview for the interpreter came out. She was hired and followed Ji Wu into the team two months later.

…

The two were eating in the restaurant when suddenly her cell phone rang.

It was an unfamiliar number, Ruan Xihe answered the phone.

"Xiaohe, I am a father." Wang Qiren's voice has not changed much for so many years.

The hand with the knife and fork paused.

"Uncle Wang, what's the matter?" Ruan Xi said peacefully.

"You still have complaints about what happened back then. At first, your mother had prenatal depression, but she didn't mean it." Wang Qiren sighed.

"Did you ask for my mobile phone number from the dean's mother?" Ruan Xihe's smile faded a little.

"Your mother has regretted it all these years. You should be in your freshman year this year. You used to have good grades. I heard from the dean that you were admitted to Shanghai University. Xiaohe is awesome. Come to your home during the winter vacation to celebrate the New Year." Wang Qiren said Said with emotion.

"I have a part-time job during winter vacation, so I won't go back to Nanshi during the New Year." Ruan Xi and one hand were playing with the goblet, the softness in his eyes disappeared.

As the two of them sat close, Qi Si heard some of it, put down the tableware, and looked at her.

"Xiaohe, grandma is getting older and misses you a lot. Come back and have a look when you have time."

"good."

"Oh, I go to school and take care of myself. If I don't have enough money, I will tell my uncle." When Wang Qiren adopted Ruan Xihe, he wanted to treat the child well, but it was a pity that they had nothing to do with the child. Up.

"Enough money." Ruan Xihe didn't know what to say to him. In fact, standing in their respective positions, no one was wrong. She didn't complain about them, but she didn't want to interact with that family again.

…

Wang Qiren hung up the phone, and his wife Qiao Xin sat down eagerly: "What does Xiaohe say, won't you come in the New Year?"

"Small and busy, saying that I will do a part-time job during winter vacation." Wang Qiren can only say that.

"How can anyone still work during the Chinese New Year? Husband, if Xiaohe is short of money, you can give her some money." Qiao Xin was a little nervous.

"Don't worry, I will ask the dean again at that time, go and see Xiaohe, don't think about it so much, take care of the illness." Wang Qiren patted his wife's hand.

"You said, Xiaohe still blames me in his heart." Qiao Xin's eyes were red and she was about to cry again.

"My wife, don't cry, don't cry, I just said that Xiaohe, she also missed you very much, and said she would come back to see you!"

"Really?" Qiao Xin looked at her husband.

"Really, what do I lie to you!"

"Then, then I'm going to buy a new dress. Husband, see if I am old. Will Xiaohe not recognize me? Xiaohe should be very tall now. I haven't seen each other for so many years. She grew up when she was a child. It has to look good..."

…

Wang Qiren sighed when he looked at such a wife. Infertility has always been a problem for his wife, so he suggested that he should go to an orphanage to adopt one, but he did not know that his wife was already suffering from depression. This symptom broke out completely after his wife became pregnant unexpectedly. .

The target of her catharsis was the child, which led to the situation like today.

In the first few years when the child was sent away, his wife's condition had been going from good to bad. In the intervening years, the name of Ruan Xihe could not be mentioned at all, and it was not completely cured until the year before.

I was afraid that something might happen, so I didn't mention it until this year.

It's just that the two of them didn't have a proper reason to call Ruan Xihe back. They finally wanted to meet the child through the New Year, but they ignored that Ruan Xihe might not be willing to face them again.

…

"Are they?" Qi Si knew that Ruan Xihe was an orphan.

"The uncles and aunts who adopted me for one year when I was eleven." Ruan Xihe contained too much in this sentence.

He frowned and shook her hand: "If you are unhappy, tell me, rely on me more, Ruan Ruan."

Ruan Xihe raised his head and looked into Qi Si's eyes.