if love is invisible

Chen Mian opened her eyes, frightened by her absurd thoughts.

Han Feishen was already dead. She had seen it with her own eyes and confirmed it. He had indeed lost his heartbeat and his body was starting to feel cold. And that wretched tramp, if it wasn't for the intersection of these accidents, she would Don't take it to heart at all.

But she actually connected these two irrelevant people together!
Can a person who has been dead for three or four years crawl out of his grave?

It's ridiculous!
The afternoon was full of work, Chen Mian had no time to think about anything else.

Jian Fan sent her a message, saying that tomorrow is the fourth anniversary of the establishment of Jian Fan's studio, and asked if she could take some time to come over for a meal together.

Chen Mian replied to the last email before replying to Jian Fan: 【Yes. 】

Jian Fan replied in seconds: [Baihua Hall on the third floor of Bibowan Hotel. 】

Chen Mian: [See you then. 】

After returning, he put his phone in his bag, packed his things and left for get off work, completely unaware that Jian Fan was as happy as a child because of the three words she replied at the end.

Assistant Liu Chao saw through his thoughts at a glance, and couldn't help pouring cold water on him: "Brother Jian Fan, you'd better put aside your thoughts, don't be like Mingjing, it's hard to even see her."

Mingjing stayed by her side for three years. Everyone thought that Chen Mian would accept him sooner or later, but not long ago it was reported that he moved out of Song's house, and the reason was to confess his love to her.

Liu Chao glanced at Jian Fan: "I know you are not convinced, but you have to hold back if you are not convinced. Miss Song is not a woman you can get."

After a pause, he said, "We haven't really gotten along with Mr. Han's character, so I don't comment on it, but his talent, appearance, and financial resources are many times higher than yours. Ms. Song has such an excellent Mr. Han." Man, how could other men get into her eyes?"

"If you're interested in her, won't you look down on other women? It's the same reason!"

Jian Fan was silent.

Why didn't he understand what Liu Chao said?

But at least... he can try to see it!What if?
Chen Mian didn't know about Jian Fan's entanglement, she had already returned to Qixing Mountain before the evening peak.

The little girl was very excited today, and said that she had made a good friend named Zhuzhu: "Mom, can I invite Zhuzhu to our house to play? Mom, can you?"

This coquettish girl is coquettish and cute, who can resist it?

Chen Mian immediately surrendered: "Okay, okay, invite Zhuzhu to play, besides Zhuzhu, does Bao'er have any other good friends?"

Han Baoer tilted her head and thought for a while, then nodded: "There is also Ding Yao, but Ding Yao is a crybaby, I don't like her very much, but she helped me again, so we are good friends!"

The little girl is really right and wrong!

Chen Mian smiled, and asked Song Chang beside him, "Where is Chang Chang, is there any kid you want to take home to play with?"

Song Chang curled his lips: "The children there are too naive, I don't like it!"

Han Baoer raised her hand to complain: "That's not true! It's because Chang Chang is fierce, no one dares to be friends with him!"

Song Chang turned his face away: "No! They are too naive! They cry all the time! Especially Ding Yao, I hate it the most!"

Han Baoer refused: "Ding Yao is my good friend, you must not hate her!"

"If you hate it, you hate it!"

"Don't hate it!"

"I hate it!"

"Ah!!" Han Baoer screamed and rushed towards Song Chang, beating him with her small fist.

"Don't hate Ding Yao! Do you hear me? Brother stinky!"

Song Chang rose up to fight back.

The two children fought for the first time because of a Ding Yao.

Chen Mian silently moved the coffee table and chairs away, leaving enough space for the two of them to toss around, and didn't bother to pull them. From time to time, she cheered for Bao'er: "Bao'er, come on!"

Another reminder for Song Chang: "Chang Chang, go to the left!"

The two children fought harder and harder, like two little wolf cubs, evenly matched.

As soon as Song Xigu entered the gate, he heard screams from inside, and ran in to see, yo, two children rolled on the ground and fought!

Song Xigu sat down next to Chen Mian. The two adults had no intention of fighting at all. They were enjoying watching the battle while eating apples.

When the two children lost their strength, they went to hug their own children.

Han Baoer's soaring braids were torn apart, and the corners of her eyes were blackened. Chen Mian pulled her to the sofa beside her to sit down, touched the blackened corners of her eyes, and asked her if it hurt.

Han Baoer hissed, but said firmly: "It doesn't hurt!"

After speaking, he snorted at Song Chang: "Smelly brother, I will beat you up next time!"

The corners of Song Chang’s eyes were blackened, and there were scratches on his neck. Advisor Song Xi said he would not fight next time. He glanced at Han Bao’er, resolutely refusing to admit defeat: “Fight again next time! I’ll beat my stinky sister into the water. !"

Still fighting?

Song Xigu pressed the corner of his eye, and Song Chang hissed in pain.

In the next 10 minutes, the two children looked at each other and kept hissing but stubbornly refused to admit defeat. Of course, in the end, both cried and hugged each other, apologized to each other, and made up with tears.

After a toss, the dinner time was delayed by an hour than usual.

The two children had almost exhausted their physical strength after a fight. After taking a bath, they consciously went to bed and fell asleep, and fell asleep after a while.

Chen Mian covered her daughter with a quilt, stared at her face seriously for a while, then shook her head with a broken smile.

Han Baoer has always been a good girl in front of Chen Mian, but in front of outsiders, it’s just a small firecracker. After going back and forth, Han Baoer became the bully of the early childhood education center. Yesterday when Lele laughed at her for not having a father, she beat up Lele who was one year older than herself and cried.

This is what Song Chang secretly complained to her last night. Song Chang was still very worried, saying that Bao'er was so fierce at such a young age, and that she would fight with others every day when she grew up. Song Chang solemnly told Chen Mian: "Auntie , you must educate Bao'er well, or you will have to apologize to other children's parents every day when you go to school."

Chen Mian didn't take it seriously yesterday, but after watching the fight today, she felt that Song Chang was not alarmist, but something very likely to happen.

She thinks that she is gentle, generous, decent and calm, so Bao'er's bad temper of beating people when she disagrees must be inherited from the child's father.

Han Fei is gloomy, fearful, and full of lies. He has a lot of bad things on his body. If Bao'er inherits all these bad things, what should he do?

The old mother was so worried that she didn't sleep well all night. When she woke up the next day and saw Bao'er's cute smiling face, Chen Mian felt that her Bao'er was just a lovely person. Any violence or fighting was impossible. What happened yesterday? It was only when he was forced to move his hand!

Yes, if it wasn't for Song Chang's repeated provocations, her Bao'er wouldn't do it!
Chen Mian convinced himself and kept filling himself with chicken soup, saying that Bao'er was still the same Bao'er as before, but in the living room, seeing the bruises at the corners of Song Chang's eyes and the scratches on his neck, Chen Mian gave up.

Okay, her Bao'er is so delicate and pretty, she has to be prepared to nod and bow in front of other children's parents to be her grandson from time to time!
After sending Bao'er to the early education center, Chen Mian went to work on time. At five o'clock in the afternoon, she clocked off work and set off for Bibowan Hotel, arriving at six o'clock.

As soon as she got out of the car, Chen Mian was surrounded by spotlights, and all guns and short guns shot at her alone...