My Little Mom is the Richest

"But there will be a 10% chance of winning!" Nie Junkui said suddenly and solemnly: "If Anjia also targets Yishui, would it be better for you to join!"

Zhanhe opened his eyes wide and murmured: "Settle down!"

"How is it?" Nie Junkui sat on the side of the hospital bed, helping Li Yishui tuck the quilt, although the woman on the bed would not react at all.

Zhanhe also sat on the other side and said, "I still remember what she said when I first met Yishui. At that time, I thought this little girl was a bit interesting. I didn't expect that he would be Li Zhenlong's granddaughter. But she actually lied to me. I was half to death. During that time, I heard many things about her, and suddenly felt that she was still as ill-fated as before. The second time I met, before entering my door, I cried loudly in front of my door, and then I talked a lot to me again. At that time, I really found that this girl was actually very caring. The third time, which was earlier today, her face was always bad, and the whole person was out of state, not the first two times. So sharp, so energetic. Unexpectedly, she was defeated by Peiqi He, the cruel woman. Now looking at her, her nose is a little sore."

Nie Junkui listened to the choking voice of Zhanhe Ranger, and laughed jokingly: "I said, don't cry. I can't stand it."

Zhanhe waited for Nie Junkui to take a look, and both of them smiled sadly.

"I'll join," Zhanhe said after a long silence, "but you have to find a way to protect my grandson, granddaughter-in-law and two children."

Nie Junkui gratefully looked at Zhanhe and said, "This is certain. Thank you."

"What are you polite." Zhanhe listened to the rain outside the window: "Although I have only met a few times, even though she was so mad, I still think of her as my granddaughter."

Li Yishui, who was in a coma, couldn't hear any sound, and didn't know that the two elders had reached such an agreement. The darkness occupied her mind, and the severe pain was stimulating her nerves every second. When will she wake up?

A few days later, Xiang Ping returned home with Meng Jie who was on crutches. He smiled and said to Xiang Hua and Chen Ying, who had just returned home from get off work, "Dad, Mom, I want to marry Meng Jie." "

Meng Jie acted very well, and the smile on her face couldn't see a trace of falsehood. She said affectionately: "Uncle, Auntie, good." With that, Xiang Ping took out the gift she bought and handed it to Xiang Hua and Chen Ying. He said: "This is a little bit of my heart."

Sitting on the sofa mountain, Xiang Hua and Chen Ying looked at the two exquisite gift boxes and did not intend to pick them up.

Xiang Ping still smirked: "I'll take it as your acquiescence, Dad, Mom, choose a date." Putting the gift box down on the coffee table, he quickly asked, feeling Meng Jie's strong dissatisfaction.

Xiang Hua closed her mouth and sighed slightly. Chen Ying smiled and said, "Sit down first and speak slowly. Liao Ma, pour a cup of tea for Miss Meng."

"Auntie, just call me Meng Jie or Xiao Jie, don't be so polite." Meng Jie was very angry, but in order to marry Xiang Ping, she still resisted.

Of course, Chen Ying's social smile will not lose to Meng Jie, the sparks in the eyes of the two women are about to burn.

"Dad, do you think I am getting married a bit early now?" Xiang Ping actively asked after Liao's mother put down the tea cup, which also diverted the attention of the two women.

Xiang Hua was still thinking about the situation reported by Hailong just now about Li Yishui’s injury. He frowned impatiently and said, “It’s not early. You asked me that day. If you really think it’s okay, then go ahead. ."