After Becoming a Little Sister

Sister Shenxian's deep sleep was the main reason for her abandoning her husband and daughter, but she didn't feel that she was forced to be helpless because of her difficulties. The difficulties were the incentives, and how to choose was her own choice. She still had some responsibility for this. .

Perhaps this is the rare advantage of my own mother - she is stubborn and will not change, but she will admit it, so she won't talk about sophistry.

Ai Rulong was silent for a few seconds, and spoke first: "Lu Er, are you... busy recently?"

"Hmm." The girl in the red skirt hummed, lowered her eyes and stopped talking.

The main reason is that she couldn't find anything to say for a while, and she chose to break up with Ai Rulong at Blue Star, so why not.

Distance produces beauty, and distance produces longing. If they are really together all day long, their personalities determine that they don't have much in common with each other.

Mr. Jin can say anything to Mrs. Jin, because Mrs. Jin is a Mao sister on the surface, but she is the most virtuous republic-style classical wife in her bones.

The husband and daughter are handy, the virtuous wife is full of talents, all kinds of dog food skills and means of taming the husband are readily available, and there are many things that can be done.

Talk about life if you don't talk about work, bully your daughter if you don't talk about life, don't bully your daughter?Then elbow—into the house!

As for Mr. Song and Teddy in white, they are like-minded people who cooperate with each other.

After all, Mr. Song is also the Son of Destiny in the commercial version. He punched the book and kicked the Nanbang, sweeping across Southeast Asia, which just happened to satisfy the restless heart of Teddy in White.

Let's do things together, turn theory into practice, use military tactics in the business world, be a good partner during the day, and continue to be a good partner at night, which is considered perfect.

Only the pair of mother monster and Ai Rulong seem to be a good match, but they are actually opposites.

How do chivalrous women and rich men fit together?

One is a chivalrous woman who has traveled all over the rivers and lakes. She has a great reputation and comes and goes like the wind. Giving her a golden cage would be an insult to her.

One is a business tycoon, he is so busy that he does not touch the ground all day long, and he wants his wife to be a good wife to comfort his cold body, but when he turns around, the bed is not overheated.

In fact, the initiative is really not on Ai Rulong's side, but his own mother's blame—or Lu Wuxia, whether he is willing to return to this warm harbor.

Even if he only came back for a few days a week or even a month like the previous Lu Wuxia, he could continue to maintain it anyway.

Mr. Yanqi looked left and right. Originally, he wanted to mess around, but for some reason, after seeing the gloomy expression of the girl in the red skirt, he felt as if something was blocked in his chest, and he couldn’t say anything. Out.

If Ai Rulong failed Lu Wuxia, then Mr. Yan Qi would have the guts to directly flip the table.

It is true that you are the chairman of the Leah Fund, the Far East dragon Megatron financial circles, but my Misuzu consortium is made of mud?

I have no shortage of money and status, and I have enough enjoyment. Now I have reached the level of pursuing spiritual satisfaction, and I can get involved anyway.

But now his mother's strange expression clearly told him that this was a family affair that could not tolerate outsiders. There was no way for a friend like him to make her show such an expression.

With a long sigh, Mr. Yanqi stood up, and took the lead to leave in a somewhat lonely way: "You two, keep talking, and I won't bother you—Xiaoya, you are here for activities, please contact me if you need anything, Yanqi Uncle Qi still has a bit of a face here."

The little angel nodded obediently: "Okay Uncle Yanqi, see you later."

"Um……"

Mr. Yanqi left without hesitation, which made Ai Rulong a little more relaxed.

It's just that the girl in Xuan Pao could vaguely hear some mutterings between him and his assistant, and the lines between the lines couldn't be clearly heard, but only four words could be heard.

Retreat to advance?

Good guy, I just call him good guy, there is no one who has been mixed up to this level these days...

She crossed her arms, hid on the edge and looked at the corner over there, thinking that if you don't understand this housework anymore, it will really be a show that everyone wants to come.

……

……

"Assistant Zhan, I'm going to the bathroom."

Bi Bei observed his words and expressions, and appropriately raised the problem of his stomach problems.

Zhanlan has nothing to do, and even wants to grant him a leave of absence to go to the hospital - the chairman's wife is here, the hotel will be safe, and the world will be peaceful!

Although she didn't understand why Lu Wuxia came so fast, and she didn't contact her first...

My mother blames nature for not knowing that Lu Wuxia from this side of the earth is also on the way. After she and Ai Rulong were silent for a while, they both opened their mouths——

"you--"

"I--"

After bumping into each other, the two stopped talking again, and then spoke again——

"You speak first!"

"You talk first."

it is good!Another collision!

In the end, it was Ai Rulong who spoke first: "What have you been up to recently? Can I help you? Maybe I can give you some help."

"...No, it's something not suitable for you to participate in. It's a bit dangerous."

What's the use of having money, buying a murderer to help her kill her?The existence of alien species has been killing for so many years, and the other party is also very rich.

If Ai Rulong gets involved, it will be even more troublesome if the other party targets and retaliates. She really can't guarantee whether the other party will succeed.

"I know that what you are involved in may be very dangerous." Ai Rulong thought for a while, and said softly: "But if possible, the power of capital can still play a certain role, how about I help you with a team? Or You recruit people and let them perform some dangerous work? Like a mercenary team."

"This will only cost them their lives in vain. What I can't do, they can't do, and I can do it, why do I need them?"

"..."

If Alia were here, she would probably have to laugh out loud—my mother's strange individual heroism has happened again.

Hollywood has a lot of harm. It has cultivated the culture of individual heroism for decades, and it has harmed many protagonists.

Sister Immortal has the fruit of face, and Aliya now has a TPC anyway, why does my mother blame her for having it?

However, my mother didn't feel that what I said was wrong, she just frowned: "Stop mentioning the things I'm busy with now, let's get down to business... What do you think about the divorce?"

coming!The critical time has come!

I didn't expect my mother to blame the turning point so bluntly. The little angel looked at his watch in his throat and rolled his throat, realizing that it was not the scheduled time.

She looked away, trying to find the trace of the Xuanpao girl, feeling a little nervous, and still thinking about interrupting the rhythm by interjecting herself.

But she forgot the skill of her mother monster—although she is a stubborn donkey, there are also poor Qian donkeys and capable Ami donkeys, and her mother monster just spotted the little angel with a glance. No, and this kind of wrongness is not just for the content of the conversation.

She's nervous - who is she looking for - who else? !

My mother blamed the sudden sharpness in her eyes, and turned her head suddenly, as if she had noticed something.

"Swipe—"

Even because of the large range of motion, the long hair made a slight wind sound.

But in sight, there is nothing...

The little angel subconsciously reached into the cloak, gritted her teeth, but stretched out a hand to hold her shoulder.

"Where are you looking?" A voice passed over her shoulder, and it was sent to her mother's ear in a leisurely manner.

The mother turned around suddenly, and the goal was the beautiful face of the fairy sister of the Xuanpao Tyrant.

"Master—no, it's you!"

If the faces are similar, then the temperament is not very similar, especially this one in black.

Blue Star's fairy sister is like a fairy, the earth's fairy sister is majestic, and the tyrant in the black robe is wanton and domineering.

It is probably an air type, a compound type, and the Xuanpao Tyrant is a red happy type...

"It's not big or small." The Xuanpao girl squinted her eyes and squinted down, supporting the back of the sofa behind the little angel with both hands: "Call——Uncle."

My mother opened her mouth strangely, but finally swallowed the unspeakable address with difficulty, lowered her head and called Master Uncle.

Ai Rulong's eyes were in a daze for a moment, he seemed to understand something, but he couldn't believe it: "Master? Or—"

"As you can see, I am another Huanxi Guan." The Xuanpao girl smiled: "You don't have to worry about it, just call me Shishu."

"...Uncle Master."

"Hmm—" the girl in the black robe dragged out her tone: "What are you guys talking about?"

The mother looked at each other with a slightly 'resentful' expression: "What are we talking about, doesn't the uncle know?"

"Know what?" Xuanpao Nv narrowed her eyes: "I know some guys are restless and want to be held down and spanked?"

As soon as these words came out, the little angel's eyes widened immediately, and together with Ai Rulong and Zhanlan, they all looked at the mother monster.

Then everyone couldn't hold back, and their eyes slid to Xiasanlu...

The mother's face turned red, and she gritted her teeth: "Master, be careful!"

"Oh, I'm so scared." The girl in Xuanpao was so scary with one mouthful and one mother with a knife: "It's like I'm not qualified to discipline you. If you think it should be like this, then say it, you said it I'll go, I'll listen to you."

"..." My mother stopped talking, holding back internally - she has always been filial, and at this time she can only hold back.

"Oh, I met Ah Ling before and talked about you." The girl in Xuanpao, like a dozing cat, squinted her eyes and yawned: "She said that the child is too old. Well, it's going to rain and my daughter is going to get married, there's no way to control it anyway, so let's just ignore it..."

"Then... what do you mean?"

"What do I mean?" The girl in Xuanpao opened her eyes slightly, and a sharp light flashed in her eyes: "If you really don't have feelings anymore, you should break up and get married again. Of course I won't interfere. In the future, Mr. Ai will call you When I say "Master Uncle", I feel like I have some kind of incense - but Lu Wuxia, my dear, have you forgotten something?"

As the tone of the Xuanpao girl gradually became dangerous, the muscles of the mother's whole body tensed up: "What's the matter?"

"What's the matter?" The girl in the xuanpao jumped over the sofa, walked around to her mother's side, and stretched out her hands from behind her to wrap her arms in front of her.

That action was like a mother holding her daughter's neck, cheek to cheek in an intimate gesture, which was natural and without any sense of disobedience.

But this action made my mother's whole body froze, and the sense of danger was so full that it couldn't be added—this person has never been a good person!

Compared with his own master, this one seems to be both good and evil. To put it mildly, he is reckless and unrestrained. To put it bluntly, he does things according to his own preferences and is out of control.

She was very afraid that the other party would give her a repeat of the milk tea incident—the Ai Rulong in this world was not her ex-husband!

"Your heart." The girl in Xuanpao said in an intimate tone, lowering her voice next to her ear: "Your husband is not this man, but he looks the same, I understand the reason."

The mother blamed a little sigh of relief, only felt that the other party's voice was light and light, and the scent of orchid and musk made her ears itchy.

The girl in the xuanpao was close to her back, the two beauties were as close as ear to ear, and outsiders who didn't know it might think they were a couple.

"But, since you know that this husband is not your husband." The Xuanpao woman changed her tone: "Then you should also understand that his love is not with you, but another you...why do you intervene? What about a foot?"

"I--"

"It's okay, I'm not blaming you, you came just in time." The Xuanpao girl slowly tightened her arms, her tone became completely cold: "Since you're here, then don't leave—do it!"

Accompanied by the xuanpao girl's loud shout, the sofa under the two of them suddenly shook, and the tyrannical force was like a heavy hammer hitting the ground, making a dull thud.