The wealthy retired wife: Baby, marry me again!

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Ye Zhiqiu didn't express anything, just said indifferently: "Dad, Aunt Yu, know the book, know the ceremony."

Listen to the tone as if they were strangers.

Ye Jingrong also had mixed feelings when he saw his daughter whom he had not seen for two years.

He didn't expect that Ye Zhiqiu at this time actually looks a lot like her mother Su Yukun back then. [

It's just that his temperament is more condensed and his appearance is more handsome.

"Zhiqiu, you..."

Ye Jingrong couldn't help but say something.

But when the words came to his lips, he didn't know where to start.

Of course, the old fox Qin Guozhong knew that it was inappropriate for the family to speak here.

He smiled and said: "Speak slowly if you have something to say, eat first, eat."

Ye Jingrong also shut his mouth and nodded.

During the banquet, everyone was silent.

Only Qin Guozhong is still talking and laughing happily, talking and laughing with everyone.

Qin Yishu was sitting next to Ye Zhiqiu, and the two were very close.

If it wasn't for Yu Fen and Ye Zhishu sitting opposite, he would have the urge to hold Ye Zhiqiu in his arms and feed him.

Ye Zhiqiu, on the other hand, had a calm face and ate silently.

Ye Jingrong has been sitting at the head, barely coping with Qin Guozhong's words.

eyes, but kept looking at his eldest daughter.

Under the education of her mother, Ye Zhiqiu eats and does things very well, even more particular than Ye Zhili and Ye Zhishu opposite her.

After a meal, Ye Jingrong sat with Qin Guozhong, and Ye Zhishu sat with Yu Fen.

Qin Yishu naturally accompanied Ye Zhiqiu.

Ye Zhili, on the other hand, seemed to be very interested in this sister whom he hadn't seen for a long time, and kept sitting beside her asking questions.

Her originally healthy body seemed to have lost a lot of weight after nearly a month of torture, and it was easy to see the beautiful butterfly bones under her shoulders. [

It's just that the slender waist happened to meet the aesthetic standards of many men.

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