The Age of Rebirth: The Stepmother of the Sick Beauty Just Wants to Salt Fish

Chapter 109 No Exclusion

The twins said in unison: "Got it."

The first and third children walked out of the room, watching the three children take out small notebooks and pencils from their respective schoolbags, Jiang Li curled his lips, looked in the direction of the study, and walked to the kitchen.

To make fried chicken legs and braised pork, you need to prepare the ingredients in advance and prepare the ingredients to be used.

And now Luo Yanqing was sitting alone in the study, with a book on the table in front of him, this book was the one Jiang Li had read before.

Well, there is actually one thing that Jiang Li can't figure out. Before she went to bed last night, she clearly put the books she took from the study back on the shelf as they were. How could this man, Luo Yanqing, notice something strange? Has she moved the bookshelf, and which book was it?
As time passed, Luo Yanqing couldn't help recalling what he saw at the gate of the courtyard in his mind.

He is very clear that he is indifferent to everything except work, and his emotions have rarely fluctuated.

Of course, he had to admit that when he saw... the moment he saw his current wife, a lesbian named Jiang Li, the emotions in his eyes fluctuated.

Even if the fluctuation is slight...

The corners of her pretty lips were slightly pursed, Luo Yanqing thought to herself: Is she really a girl raised by a farm family?
The skin is like snow, temperament and conversation are good.

According to Song Lao, his wife has just turned eighteen this year... She is exactly the age of the girl Xianyan. She really worships his profession and personal health reasons as Song Lao said, so she married him. Second-married gay man, stepmother to Luo Mingrui's three brothers and sisters?
From the moment he saw Jiang Li to this moment, Luo Yanqing felt a lot of doubts in his heart.

But obviously, he does not exclude each other.

Otherwise, there would be no mood swings, and she wouldn't... take the initiative to walk out of the study and ask questions in succession.

Luo Yanqing wanted himself not to think about that figure, the figure that caused his emotions to fluctuate, but the nerves in his brain seemed to be out of his control, and he kept replaying the few words he and she had said before and after they first met talk scene.

In just a few minutes, the playback kept going. Could it be that he was sick?

His face was not as big as a palm of his hand, and his eyes were clear and sharp, which were both agile and charming like a fox.

The bridge of the nose is high... the tip of the nose is small and delicate, the lips are round and full, and the color is slightly darker than the cherry blossom pink...

I didn't know how many times I played it back in my mind, Luo Yanqing only felt that the tips of my ears were slightly hot, this feeling was so strange that Luo Yanqing was at a loss for a while.

He closed the book in front of him, raised his hand and squeezed the space between his brows, and it took about a few minutes before the strange feeling disappeared completely.

In the living room, the twins finished writing the number carefully according to Jiang Li's request. They wanted to talk and play, but when they thought of what their mother said, they both sighed at the same time, resting their chins on their hands, and watched their brother still writing in a stroke. Practice calligraphy with one stroke.

Suddenly, the twins noticed that the small print book in front of them was picked up by a big hand. The siblings blinked their eyes, then looked up their little heads, and saw their father standing behind them.

"dad?"

"Ah."

Luo Yanqing responded.

With indifferent eyes, he flipped through the writing book of the twins, and after a while, he put the small notebook back on the square table in front of the twins: "Not bad."

Xiao Mingwei stood up, raised her head and asked, "Is Dad praising Weiwei?"

Luo Yanqing: "Yes."

"Sister, sister, dad also praised me!"

Xiao Minghan showed his presence in front of his father.

Xiao Mingrui heard that his younger brothers and sisters were praised by his father, so the hand holding the pen couldn't help but exert force. At this moment, there was only a crisp sound, and the tip of the pencil broke.

(End of this chapter)