The best female supporting role in the adult chronicle

Chapter 917 Can a mother like her refuse?
Zhao Jiao delicately twisted his waist and lifted it, "Are you too busy? Are you not going back to the capital to take care of your business?"

"The company is not busy, and the factory manager is busy."

Zhao Jiaojiao has black lines all over her head, and now she just wants him not to work so hard at night, she really can't bear it.

I finally remembered what my best friend said in my previous life: Her old waist is about to break.

This is real.

After feeling it, I knew it was true.

Never dare to lust after a man with abs.

"When do you plan to return to Kyoto?"

Back to Kyoto?
"Baby, when are you going back to Kyoto, when will we go back to Kyoto?"

ask her?

Don't ask her?

She just wants to lie flat, okay?

"Go back to Kyoto as soon as possible, you didn't want to look for that kind of fabric before."

Go back to the capital and let him go to work, don't put all your energy on her, she won't live like that anymore.

Really don't want to lie in bed at all.

"In a few days, Xiaobei should also go back with us."

As soon as she entered the room, Zhao Jiaojiao thought of the red wedding dress, "My wedding dress can be taken back to Kyoto and displayed in the high-end store, not for sale."

At any rate, it was also her wedding gown, and she didn't want to put it at home to collect dust, but she didn't want to sell it either. It would be a good exhibit.

"Row."

Ling Yunrui didn't feel bad about how much the wedding dress cost.

"By the way, that lily of the valley, when did you prepare it?"

In her previous life, she had seen many celebrities holding flowers in their hands, all of which were lily of the valley, so she had just checked what the lily of the valley represented.

Naturally, I also know that the price is also very expensive.

"We started preparing last year."

Zhao Jiaojiao had to admit that this man rarely forgot what she said, even he forgot himself, but he still remembered it so clearly and took it to heart.

"Which flowers from my house to yours did you ask them to plant?"

Aren't you afraid that children will pick it?

And it still needs to be taken care of.

"Let the little stone look at it."

On the second day of the wedding, the balloons along the way were taken away, but the flowers were not spoiled.

The Zhao family married off the eldest daughter, but the affairs of the younger daughter have not been settled yet.

Facing this future son-in-law who was not a few years younger than him, Zhao Zhishu wanted to deny and disagree.

Even during this period of time, this person is busy with other things.

Today is the day when Wen Ruoshu officially visits the door, still carrying something in his hand.

Zhao Beibei also went to Ling's house and called Ling Yunrui and Zhao Jiaojiao back.

"Uncle, aunt."

"Father" saw that her father ignored her partner and gave him a face, Zhao Lingling couldn't help reminding her.

Wang Meili sighed, "Get along with each other first."

How can I say it?

The little girl is chasing after herself, can she, a mother, refuse?
"beauty."

Wen Ruoshu immediately said, "Auntie, uncle, I will treat my little sister well."

The awkward Zhao Zhishu glared at Wen Ruoshu. This kid was in his twenties when he came to their brigade. He was very embarrassed, so he lowered his head and worked without resisting or refuting, just like a machine.

But looking at him now, he is very temperamental, elegant, like two people.

"It's fine for you to be together. Before you get married, you must come to my house for the New Year."

Wen Ruoshu was very concerned about the demands that the father-in-law might make in the future. After all, their ages depended on him. He was indeed more than ten years older than the target and a few years younger than the father-in-law.

But when he heard the request made by the future father-in-law, he froze for a moment.

He thought it was money, or maybe a house, to give the younger sister a guarantee, but it was the Chinese New Year here, which almost broke his defense.

(End of this chapter)