Ferocious Boss: Hubby, Let’s Get Married

The food on the table slowly increased. Four people at the dinner table, but probably none of the other three were able to eat before the green silk.

Qing Si can feel that the adults are not right, but she can't control it. Simply, let's fill the stomach first.

Qingsi eats very fragrant. She eats and thinks: the food here is really delicious, but unfortunately, these adults do not have a chopsticks!

The secretary finally rushed back with sweat.

"Mayor, photo, I took back the photo you wanted. Look, isn't this one?"

Xia Anlan stood up and grabbed the photo frame from the secretary. He walked quickly to Nie Qiuyong years ago: "Look, I didn't lie to you. Look at the person in the picture. This is my mother. This is The photo he took many years ago, she was a little older than you are now, you see, how much you look like! "

Xia Anlan impatiently wanted Nie Qiutian to see, as long as she saw it, he didn't lie to her.

Nie Qiuquan's hand trembled slightly. She hesitated for a second and took the frame.

In the picture frame is a family of three, a couple, a pair of children.

The young mother, sitting on a chair, holding her little daughter in her arms, stood with her husband and son behind them. They were like two mountains, one big and one small, guarding her and her daughter.

The corners of her lips were curved, her smile was gentle, she wore a cheongsam, her hair was curled up, and even through the photos, she could still see the classic and dignified beauty that penetrated her, which was deposited in time and washed away. The beauty of brilliance.

Looking at her, Nie Qiuyi's hand could not help covering his face.

looks like?

Time is silent at this moment, no one speaks, everyone's eyes are looking at her.

The moment she saw the photo, Nie Qiuying's mind seemed to flash a blurry picture, her eyes were involuntarily sour.

"Mom, you look like the aunt in the picture!" Qing Si's voice broke the silence at this moment.

A bit of tears fell on the mirror surface of the photo frame and broke into a little water stain.

She didn't look up and asked, "Really, very ... like?"

Her voice was hoarse.

Qing Si saw a drop of crystal in the corner of her eye, and was so frightened that she put down her chopsticks. "Well, it's like ... Mom, why are you crying?"

Nie Qiuyi shook his head: "I don't know ..."

She didn't know why she was crying. When she saw this photo, she felt an unspeakable sadness.

As if there was something important, she was forgotten in time, and she wanted to find it, but it was blank.

Xia Anlan pointed to his mother in the photo and said, "Look, how much you look like, you are her, you are little love, you are my sister ... little love ..."

You Yan stood aside, he wanted to comfort Nie Qiuyu, but at this time, he seemed to be of no help.

The woman in the photo, who may be his future mother-in-law, is indeed very similar to his wife. It is not just the eyebrows, but even the temperament. The demureness is like the flowers shining in the water, not only the beauty in the skin, but also the charm.

"But you ... didn't you say that your sister died many years ago?"

The expression on Xia Anlan's face was like crying and laughing: "Yeah, all of us thought she was dead. If I hadn't met you, I would always think so in my life, but ... God is not too unforgiving He made me meet you! "