However, in the vibrant festive atmosphere abroad, Jiang Xiaoxin suddenly missed the festive atmosphere and excitement of the flower market during the Lunar New Year.
Wang Xiuying on the other end of the phone was stunned for a moment, took the phone away from his ear, and hesitantly asked, "Are you really Ms. Jiang Xiaoxin? Do you remember the first time we met in Hong Kong City?" ?"
Indeed, these past few years they seem to have been bullying the Qin family, so why not bully other families.
Seeing that the guest seemed unsympathetic, he quietly stood in front of Jiang Xiaoxin.
That's right, Mr. Giang, he's getting busier and busier these days. These past few days, I've seen Mr. Giang working overtime every day.
Didn't you really stab him in the heart?
He suddenly frowned, feeling like something was about to happen.
After stretching the muscles and bones on the kang, Qin Xian raised his right hand with a thought.
Zhou Amei looked left and right, covered her mouth with her hand, leaned against Sister Qiu and whispered: "Sister Qiu, what should we people without houses do? Do we want to live in a farm house?" ?"
“Lam Duyet, long time no see, how are you?” Tuong Hieu Tam heard a familiar voice on the phone and burst out laughing.
Griffith's front desk waited until they left, and couldn't help but start discussing what had just happened,
Khuong Tieu Tam put down the chopsticks in her hand and used the tissue next to her to wipe her mouth: "How have you been lately? You feel a lot different than before."
"Tien Tien, I'm sorry for making you suffer for so many years, if at first"
Khuong Tieu Tam lowered his eyes, picked up the teacup and took a sip, staring at Phung Vinh Dat, clasping his hands in front of his knees: "Actually, Mr. Phung and Nien Thuat told me, I have had this idea for a long time. some time ago. A high-end clothing brand, but the time is not yet ripe."
Mr. Peng glanced at Mrs. Peng, then turned his head to look at Jiang Xiaoxin and Wang Xiuying, took the bag from Wang Xiuying's hand, "Mr. Jiang, Secretary Wang, it's okay, thank you."
"That's right, if according to your will, your mother kills her child, wouldn't that be called murder?"
"The rest of the people on the road keep telling me to cook more delicious dishes for you."
Director Vuong casually waved his hand and sat on the stool, "It's okay, I don't have anything good to entertain you here."