The cool night of the stars promise you a lifetime

Song Xingliang's life has been stable recently, but one morning, as soon as she woke up, she climbed on thin yeshen.

Thin night Shen youyou woke up, subconsciously hugged song Xingliang and kissed each other's forehead.

"I want to help the master build a cemetery," Song Xingliang said softly, making Bo yeshen sleepless in an instant.

He opened his eyes, looked at Song Xingliang's worried appearance, and immediately knew it in his heart.

"OK, I'll arrange it." he promised song Xingliang. He didn't want to see the other party unhappy.

Song Xingliang lowered her eyes. She explained, "I dreamed of the master. We are not sensible disciples."

She felt a little guilty. Ye chongtian was very kind to them. Song Xingliang sipped at the corners of her mouth and decided to tell Mo Shuhan about it.

Bo yeshen moved quickly and arranged the matter directly. In the afternoon, they came to the cemetery with their children.

Mo Shuhan came to the cemetery ahead of time with xiangnai and his children. Song Xingliang looked at the name of Ye chongtian on the tombstone and felt mixed.

"Master, I......" Song Xingliang choked. He didn't know how to explain. Ye wanqiu is not as good as dead now, but she is also the master's daughter.

Mo Shuhan put down the bouquet in his hand and patted song Xingliang's shoulder, gently comforting each other.

"Younger martial sister has done a lot of evil things. Even if Shifu is alive, he will support your decision." Mo Shuhan comforted. Xiangnai on one side also looked at Song Xingliang with concern.

"Mommy," song Xinnian said, gently holding song Xingliang in his small hand, and song Sibo on the other side also held it.

Song Xingliang was comforted by everyone and felt much better in his heart.

"Ye wanqiu poisoned her, tried to control yeshen, threatened Lao Zhong and others, and wanted to take advantage of the fire to rob Bo." Song Xingliang lowered his eyes and reported to ye chongtian word by word.

"Now she's crazy. Please forgive us, master. I have to." Song Xingliang said and knelt in front of the tombstone, as if ye chongtian was still alive. She was as respectful as ever.

Song Xinnian took song Sibo's hand and imitated song Xingliang's appearance. He shouted with milk: "Shizu."

Mo Longma saw that his brother and sister did so and followed closely. Bo yeshen hugged song Xingliang's shoulder and finally helped her up.

"Well, master, we're happy when we're all right. Don't cry." Mo Shuhan's mood at xiangnai also drove him up and hurriedly said.

Song Xingliang nodded indifferently and pulled the two children up. She was very glad that Xinnian and Sibo could be so sensible.

After all the hard work, Shifu should prefer to see their happy life.

After worshipping ye chongtian, they called Qin Yefeng to have a dinner together. This was the most popular time.

Song Xingliang's eyes were still red. Thin night sank on the table and pulled down her hand to give silent comfort.

Qin Yefeng accused Bo yeshen of his evil deeds at the dinner table: "yeshen is too human, just trying to squeeze me!"

Song Xingliang heard this and smiled on his face. Qin Yefeng was more indignant when he saw it, and felt that the two of them were forming a group to annoy themselves.

"Those who can do more work." Bo yeshen responded calmly, and a word blocked Qin Yefeng's remaining complaints.

At this time, the atmosphere was just right. Song Xingliang wanted to have two drinks, but he was stopped by thin night.

"Don't drink, I have a hunch that you may have children in your stomach." Bo yeshen remembered song Xingliang's menstrual period and felt more and more that he took the wine glass directly.

When song Xingliang was said to be pregnant in public, her cheeks were flushed. She retorted, "how could it be!"

But when she thought about her physiological period, she was also a little counselled.