Sell ​​yourself to meet Yier fans

12

I'm not used to this feeling.

But overall, not annoying.

Human beings are selfish creatures, illuminated by thousands of lamps, all eyes are on themselves, successfully satisfying the honor psychology of a 16-year-old girl.

However, that was what I imagined a few months ago, and now it seems that it is too hypocritical.

Il fans explained to me clearly about the "home" that belongs to me along the way.

At first I wondered why he knew so much, but when he called me Monica, his expression was so calm that I couldn't argue with it.Thinking that he is the eldest son of the Hakka who beat the enemy, everything seems to have a reason.

"The day after tomorrow, I will take you back to beat the enemy."

"Well, do I need to prepare anything?"

At first, I was terrified.

I prepared it and they didn't like it.What they like, I can't afford.

In fact, they don't seem to lack anything.

This is entirely the result of my own thinking.

"No, remember to wear a gothic-style dress that day, and I will prepare it by your bedside."

"it is good."

I'm not used to it...this kind of world.

I once had the idea that it would be great if I had never met Qiya and Yiermi in the first place. If I could, I really wanted to be an ordinary person, although this is impossible for me now.

……

A well-fitting black suit set off the perfect figure and slender legs very beautifully, soft

Shun's black hair is loose in the back, and his every behavior is no different from that of a master.

He looked at me with his deep cat eyes like ink, and stretched out a hand.

I put my hand on his, stiff and unnatural.

"Don't be afraid, just be the same as usual, but don't make a fool of yourself. Today, it's beautiful..."

Thoughtful demeanor, gentle voice, and those mesmerizing eyes.

The hot breath came to my ears, and I couldn't help turning my face away a little bit embarrassedly, so as not to let myself look into his eyes.

I picked up the corner of the long skirt and walked slowly to the front where Patriarch Stuart was.

"Father, I'm back."

I lowered my eyes and didn't look at the middle-aged man in front of me. His voice had no emotion but had just the right tenderness.This father feels very familiar to me. If I think about it seriously, I have seen him before I was five years old. He once came to the small village where he lived, on every birthday of mine.

It's just that I haven't seen him since I was five years old.

I asked Grandpa Kenny why Uncle Jiude hasn’t come for many years. Grandpa Kenny would always gently hold my little hand and use Uncle Jiude’s busy schedule as an excuse to say that he would definitely come to see me next year, but every year Got this sentence.

At the beginning, I even doubted whether Uncle Jiude was my father, but as time went on, I gradually forgot about it after he hadn't come for so long.

I hate him, but thank him.

It must be because Leila Stewart, my nominal sister, was born and is of age to be disciplined.

Judd Stewart nodded in satisfaction. He sent his daughter to that remote place, and he didn't expect her daughter to become so powerful. As the eldest daughter, she would be the only heir of the Stewart family.

Just live.

Even if my daughter is a little alienated from me, she is my daughter after all.

With the shackles of blood, there is no need to worry too much about everything.

He doesn't know much about his daughter. His younger sister Leila has strong business management skills, but she has a split personality and is prone to jealousy. This is quite suitable for beating the second Hakka son.Thinking of beating the enemy, Jude Stuart gradually had a smile on his face.

"Long time no see, Yiermi, you were very young when I saw you last time, but you have grown so tall now. Is your father okay?"

Jude Stewart's voice was full of emotion. Although anyone with a discerning eye knew it was an act, but because of the relationship between the two families, Jude also had to bring some cordial greetings.

"My father is very good, I will bring your greetings to my father. This time I am here mainly to escort Miss Monica, please don't think too much about it, Patriarch Jiude."

Jude laughed a few times, "I already know about your relationship with Monica, so you might as well call me Uncle Jiude."

"Uncle Jiude."

Yi Ermi obeyed obediently, he didn't say much except what he should say, he just took my hand naturally.

"Okay, go see your mother, she's waiting for you in the room. Ill fans, let's talk to Uncle again. Monica's identity will be officially announced at midnight, and your father and the others will also be there .”

……

I remember my mother's name was Lisa Hogwarts, and I recognized her at first sight because she was a mother and daughter, and we both looked very similar.The same curly long black hair, big almond eyes, delicate oval face, not very old because of early marriage, this year I am only 32 years old, the only difference is that I have slightly curly hair.

Feeling very cordial, she hugged me with a gentle smile on her lips.It was different from the feeling that the original mother gave me, and I couldn't react at once.

"mom, Mom, Mom."

It was not mother but mother who blurted out.

I can't say the jerky words of my mother.

"Hehe - Monica has really grown up. Mom can't recognize her anymore, but you can only call me that when there are two of you. You still have to call me mother in front of outsiders, otherwise your father will be angry."

The woman is obviously very happy.

It's just that our conversation is only superficial. As a mother and daughter who look alike, we have been separated for nearly 15 years. We have no common topics, and our hobbies are completely different.

Compared with myself, Leila, as Irmi said, is Miji's fiancée, who is closer to her.

A little disappointed.

But there is no way.