Devil's Honey Baby

"Can't you talk to a strange uncle?" Muttering heartily, I didn't understand it. After thinking for a while, I asked, "is Grandma's strange uncle the uncle just now?"

Qin Meihua nodded, "that's the uncle squatting in front of you."

He frowned. "Grandma, he's a strange uncle. Why is he at Grandpa's house? No wonder the corn doesn't drive him. "

Strange corn?

Qin Meihua was stunned for several seconds. She soon remembered the title that she had been talking about in her ear these two days. It was in her spare time.

Suddenly Qin Meihua didn't know how to explain.

"Besides, I saw him talking to his parents." My heart is open and my eyes are full of doubts.

Qin Meihua looked at the person who looked at her with innocent eyes. She sighed in her heart that it's not good for the child to be too smart.

Finally, Qin Meihua found an individual reason to minimize contact with Chu Feifan in the future.

I don't know how. Every time she sees Chu extraordinary, she has a strong sense of uneasiness in her heart.

This is a woman's sharpest intuition. She won't take it lightly.

On the other side, in the study, Yao Jiang is discussing tomorrow's funeral with several of his men.

Her face was haggard, her eyes were obviously red and swollen, her eyes were full of sadness, but her face looked as hard as iron.

In his spare time, he knocked on the door and came in. He stopped in front of Yao Jiang and crossed his hands on his chest. "Chu extraordinary is coming."

In his spare time, only those who have entered the genealogy deserve his respect.

Ji Zailin, sitting next to him, narrowed his eyes and said, "downstairs?"

"Yes."

Ji Zailin's eyes moved and looked at Yao Jiang, "I'll go."

Yao Jiang nodded with fatigue between his eyebrows and eyes.

She doesn't like Chu Feifan very much and refuses to see him, but now they are nominal brothers and sisters. She's not very direct.

And she is very tired now. She will be more tired if she deals with him.

Ji Zailin goes out, and Yao Jiang continues to discuss with several people.

Among them, President Yan looked at the red blood in Yao Jiang's eyes and sighed, "president Shi should have let Miss return to the genealogy."

The people next to him felt sorry when they heard it.

Yao Jiang choked and shook his head. "Uncles, the past is a foregone conclusion. I can't change it. I can only do what I should do now. I hope you can always support it."

"What the lady said is that we will help you."

"Thank you, thank you." Yao Jiang stood up and bent 90 degrees.

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The next day, it was cloudy and rainy. Black cars drove to Biquan villa.

The ancestors and descendants of the Shi family were buried inside.

Yao Jiang is holding a box in his hand. He is wearing a black suit and his face is pale.

She grasped the box in her hand. There were no Shi Jingyan's ashes in it, but some ashes burned from his personal clothes.

Hold the box tightly in front of her chest, hold an umbrella for her in her spare time, and they walk towards the villa step by step.

Ji Zailin followed Yao Jiang with his heart in his hand.

And a car parked on the roadside, everyone came down and stood beside the car, with a slightly bent body, a low head and a solemn look.

Chu Feifan stood beside the car. Wearing a black suit on him, he was very gloomy, as if shrouded in a dark cloud.

The drizzle continued, and the white clouds hovering on the mountain never faded.

Yao Jiang took the sunspot and walked slowly up the steps. Tears fell on the sunspot one by one. He only heard the sound of patter, patter.

Xinxin was lying on Ji Zailin's shoulder. He skillfully didn't speak, and his big eyes were not excited and happy because of the strange places around him.

Mom is not happy, and neither is Dad.

They said Grandpa had gone to a far, far place.

She doesn't like that place far away.

Thinking of this, the little guy's face was buried on Ji Zailin's shoulder, and hot tears fell.

Ji Zailin paused and turned to look at his heart. The little guy's hand clung to his clothes, just like when her mother was sad.

Three hours later, several people arrived at the gate of the villa.

Two bandits guarded the door, ferocious and dignified.

The door opened slowly with a creak, and Zhang's bent figure came out.

He came to Yao Jiang, looked at the box in Yao Jiang's hand and stretched out his hand, "Miss, give me the box."

Yao Jiang didn't move, and old Zhang didn't urge her, so he looked at her.

For a while, Yao Jiang let go a little bit, as if precious things were out of the palm of her hand. She was unwilling.

Dad, I don't want to, I don't want to send you away, I don't want to

Tears fell down like a spring, blurring her eyes, and a layer of crystal had fallen on the black box.

Old Zhang sighed, "Miss, you still have a lot to do."

This sentence seemed to remind Yao Jiang. Without hesitation, she quickly put the box in old Zhang's hand and bent over, "old Zhang, my father, please."

The voice choked. Old Zhang took the box with both hands and bent over Yao Jiang, "don't worry, miss."

With that, he turned and went in with the box. The door closed slowly and was silent.

Yao Jiang flopped on his knees, his voice hoarse and out of tune, "Dad, you must be good, you must be good!"

Then he knocked his head down heavily.

"Mom..." looking at Yao Jiang heart to heart, he struggled to get down. Ji Zailin put her down and knelt down together. "Heart, come kneel with mom and dad."

She didn't know what had happened. She looked at her mother crying, and she seemed to cry.

Her little knee knelt on the ground, her soft little hand took Yao Jiang and comforted Yao Jiang with her weak strength, "Mom, don't cry."

Yao Jiang clenched his heart carefully and looked at her with red and swollen eyes. "Heart, kowtow with his mother."

"Yes."

This day is Yao Jiang's saddest day. She doesn't know what to use to describe her heart.

She only knows that no matter what happens in the future, she will use all her strength to protect her family.

Shi Jingyan's funeral was held for three days, and the whole Shi Family mourned.

When everything was handled, it was already a week later. Yao Jiang lost weight at a speed visible to the naked eye. Everyone looked in the eyes and hurt in the heart.

The company in city B needs Ji Zailin. He returned to city B the day after the funeral and asked Qin Meihua and Xinxin to stay here with Yao Jiang. He was not at ease.

Qin Meihua is naturally happy.

At the end of the funeral, Yao Jiang quickly entered the working state. The whole person was like a top, spinning and spinning.

Finally, one night, Yao Jiang fainted, which frightened everyone.

The family doctor immediately came to check Yao Jiang. The result was that he was overdrawn and extremely weak. He needed a good rest.

Now Qin Meihua didn't care about anything. She immediately said Yao Jiang, took her heart and showed her the child. The child looked at her these days and became thinner.

Yao Jiang looked at his little face, whose heart was no longer round, and his eyes were filled with heartache.

Holding Yao Jiang's hand, he said in a crying voice, "Mom, don't get sick."

Yao Jiang's heart was soft. He clenched his little hand and said softly, "mom is not sick, mom is not sick."

Ji Zailin knew that Yao Jiang was ill and hurried back. His face was black and told Bao Gong.

Qin Meihua left with her heart and a group of people, leaving space for the couple who gathered less and separated more.

Yao Jiang sees Ji Zailin and sits up with his arms on the bed.

Ji Zailin looks at Yao Jiang's illness and thinks that Yao Jiang is tired day and night regardless of his body. He doesn't want to talk to her.

But when he saw Yao Jiang's sick appearance, he was distressed. After all, he couldn't help it. Ji Zailin hugged Yao Jiang and held her in his arms with great strength, "what's the matter? You abused yourself as soon as I left? "

Yao Jiang didn't struggle. Even if Ji zailine hurt her, she didn't say a word.

He put his hand around Ji Zailin's neck, put his head on his shoulder and closed his eyes.

Ji Zailin didn't hear Yao Jiang's response. He only breathed on his neck with Yao Jiang's unique fragrance.

They hadn't seen each other for about ten days. Thinking of this, Ji Zailin raised Yao Jiang's chin and kissed it.

Yao Jiang opened his eyes, looked at the outline of the knife cut in front of him, the perfect facial features, sat up and hugged Ji Zailin's neck more tightly.

People say that distance produces beauty, but this distance can not be too far, nor can it not appear at all.

Ji Zailin and Yao Jianggang are good friends.

Both of them kissed deeply and wanted to rub each other into their bodies until they couldn't breathe.

Ji Zailin loosened Yao Jiang, and his lips fell on Yao Jiang's face, forehead, eyes, nose and neck.

Yao Jiang's hand, deep well Ji's clothes, leaned over his neck and hugged him tightly.

The clothes were half untied soon, but Ji Zailin stopped. Yao Jiang half squinted at him with doubts in his eyes.

She could feel what he wanted. There was no movement now.

Ji Zailin looks at Yao Jiang with a fire burning in his eyes.

But he held back and hugged Yao Jiang. They were lying in bed. He ordered in a deep voice, "sleep!"

Yao Jiang looked at Ji Zailin's forbearance and felt funny, but since he didn't want it, go to bed.

Thinking of this, Yao Jiang hugged Ji Zailin, rubbed his head in his arms, found a comfortable position and went to sleep.

Ji Zailin was silent and said word by word, "you did it on purpose, didn't you?"

Yao Jiang was puzzled by the angry and resentful voice. Ji Zailin scolded Yao Jiang's clear eyes, turned and let go of Yao Jiang, "don't get close to me!"

With that, he quickly turned his back to Yao Jiang.

Yao Jiang was stunned for several seconds. Looking at Ji Zailin's tight body, he thought of something and caught a shallow smile between his eyebrows and eyes.

He came forward, hugged Ji Zailin behind him, put his soft hand into his clothes, and kissed her back with his lips across his shirt.

Ji Zailin froze at the moment Yao Jiang hugged him, and trembled at the moment Yao Jiang kissed him.

Finally, I couldn't control it any more. I turned around and turned over and attached to Yao Jiang. I said darkly, "you asked for it. Don't blame me!"

Yao Jiang smiled, his eyebrows bent and his hands went straight to take off his clothes.

Ji Zailin wants to curse again. He wants to be a gentleman, but his wife doesn't agree.

What are you waiting for? Hurry up!

The night was deep and dark, and the singing of the night came from the bedroom