"I don't remember." Ji Xing frowned and asked him, "Is he someone I knew before?"
Si Chengluo's voice was very steady, without any fluctuation, and he only said: "How can I know what you did yourself?"
He was sure that Ji Xing must have been to this world before and arranged many chess pieces belonging to him, or in other words, his little brothers.
That Situ Sang should be one of them. When he went to Italy last week, he met that person once and found the clues left by Ji Xing in him.
He and Jun Shiyan, two bastards, didn't even take him with them. They came to this world in advance and arranged their own forces. They could reach the peak of life easily, but they let him come through with nothing, from hell. The model begins to struggle again, and you have to earn everything by yourself.
Ji Xing thought about it carefully again, and still couldn't remember who Situ Sang was, but he seemed a little familiar, maybe he was someone he knew before he lost his memory.
In the bedroom opposite, the lights were still on. Through the crack in the door, soft light shone out, and the voices of women could be vaguely heard.
Jun Shiyan couldn't sleep, and looked in the opposite direction with a soft look in his eyes. Is his little girl lying down, sitting, or lying on the bed
The little girl's favorite position is to lie on the bed, cross her legs, and sway her little feet to read the script, or lie on his lap and lazily read the script.
As an actress, his little girl is definitely dedicated and qualified.
Ling Sheng was currently resting on Nangong Lengyu's lap, looking at her with clear eyes: "Mom, when the second uncle gets better, we will call Aunt Wen over, and we girls will have a tea party together."
Nangong Lengyu's slender white fingers gently smoothed the mask on her face. Many places were wrinkled, and she said warmly: "Okay."
Ling Sheng nodded expectantly, got out of bed with bare feet, walked towards Song Yiyan who was sitting cross-legged on the balcony, and sat opposite her.
"What are you going to do?" Song Yiyan closed her eyes and sat cross-legged on the hanging chair to meditate. The bright white moonlight outside the window shone in, casting a soft silver glow on her body. She looked somewhat immortal. The elegant feeling comes.
"Yanyan, are you really 100% sure?" Ling Sheng lowered his voice and looked at her worriedly, wondering if he had disturbed her.
"I'm not sure, but you are?" Song Yiyan didn't open her eyes, her voice was very calm: "Since you found me, just believe in me."
What confidence? For her, it was just a matter of rolling up her sleeves and doing something like this. This was the first time she had ever done something like changing her fate against the will of heaven.
"Will it have any bad influence on you?" Ling Sheng always felt that something was wrong with her, and her quietness was a bit scary, which made her start to have random thoughts.
Song Yiyan snorted, and finally lazily opened a slit in her eyes, looking at her through the slit, regaining her previous arrogant confidence: "Ling Sheng, I said you look down on your sister too much, just for this little thing. , who can do anything to me?"
In fact, she has always been a selfish person, but since she met Shengsheng and became friends with her, she felt that as a person, she still couldn't just care about herself and only think about herself.
Changing her fate against the will of heaven, saying it has no impact, is just a lie to her, there must be some backlash, but that little bit of backlash is trivial to her, so she can still bear it.
"That's good." Ling Sheng said this, looking relaxed on the surface, but still couldn't let go in her heart.
Song Yiyan is a person who has worked her way up from the lowest level and has always been sarcastic and selfish towards outsiders.
But she has always treated her own people with the utmost care. When it comes to her second uncle, no matter how great the suffering is, she will never compromise, let alone admit defeat.
She was afraid that she would bear the impact of saving her second uncle alone, and if she didn't tell them, she wouldn't do this kind of thing once or twice.
Song Yiyan thought that Ling Sheng had not completely recovered her memory, and that she could not remember what happened before in this world. She jumped down from the hanging chair, put her arms around her shoulders, and walked inside with a relaxed and cheerful tone: " Let's go, go to bed, and refresh myself so that I can treat my second uncle tomorrow."
As soon as the two of them entered the house, they saw the bedroom door open a small crack, and then a pink and jade face poked in: "Mommy, grandma, Aunt Yanyan, can I follow you?" Are you sleeping?"
Song Yiyan's heart melted at the cuteness of the little guy. She pushed Ling Sheng away with a look of disgust. She walked towards the little guy with an aunty smile on her face, picked him up and gave him a big kiss: "Of course."
She's so cute. In the past, she never liked children. She felt that she didn't have the ability to teach children well, and there was no man in the world who was worthy of her having children!
But ever since I met Xiaoqi, I felt that children were the cutest creatures in the world. Humph, I just wanted to trick her into having a child!
Xiao Qi's little face was itchy from being kissed, and she giggled loudly. She wanted to hide away, but she was afraid that Song Yiyan would feel uncomfortable, so she treated herself as a doll and let her squeeze it into a round shape.
Song Yiyan pinched his little face, as tender and smooth as white tofu, and smiled fondly: "Xiao Qi, go to sleep with Aunt Yanyan!"
"Xiao Qi wants to sleep with mommy." Xiao Qi looked at her seriously: "Grandpa said that he can't sleep with women other than mommy, grandma and grandma."
"Then Xiao Qi calls Aunt Yanyan godmother, okay? In that case, she can sleep with Aunt Yanyan." Song Yiyan looked at the little guy's serious look, secretly cursing, what a stupid reason, and sighed pretending to be disappointed: " If Xiao Qi doesn't sleep with Aunt Yanyan, Aunt Yanyan will be in a bad mood. If Aunt Yanyan is in a bad mood, it will be affected when she goes to see her second uncle tomorrow."
"Then Xiao Qi sleeps with Aunt Yanyan. Don't let Aunt Yanyan be affected." Xiao Qi nodded hurriedly, then hesitated and asked her in a low voice: "Then Uncle Ji Xing will be jealous! "
"Xiao Qi is now the godmother's godson, that is, uncle Ji Xing's godson." Song Yiyan really wanted to be jealous of the child and give him face.
However, she would not say such words in front of her good baby. She wanted to establish an image of a gentle, loving, kind, super invincible and good godmother in front of her baby.
"Okay then." Xiao Qi's eyes were shining and he hooked her neck.
Song Yiyan carried the little guy to the bedside, looked at Ling Sheng with disdain, and asked how to teach children. She didn't know the word "jealous" until she was older. Children should behave like children. Children who are overly precocious The child is not cute at all.
(End of chapter)