MTL - Kiss Husband: Sweet Wife Is a Little Crisp-Chapter 33 I like her

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In the past life, the coffin saw a family member of Xu Yizhi, and that was the only one, but it was in front of the mausoleum.

"It’s all because of this woman, you killed my son, why don’t you die?”

"You still my son."

"How did my son like you, this woman?"

The sound of exhaustion, even if she crushed her, it is not an exaggeration.

The sound, the scene, deeply into her heart, she was afraid! Panic!

Yes, how do you like me?

This world, I will protect you...

Xu Yizhi, who organized the data at his desk, suddenly received a call.

Chi Jingyu’s cautious voice came out of the receiver. “That, boss, tell you something, don’t be angry, that is...”

Still can't say it!

One of Xu Yi’s data was sorted out, and he said coldly: “Your data was wrong yesterday, and today employees are re-editing.”

Chi Jingyu at the other end of the phone, a pair of students can not be loved, cold and cool ~

In addition to accepting the fate, only accept the fate, "Oh, I know the boss, but I want to tell you something else." After a while, I felt painful. "Last night, my aunt called me, he let me go. Check where the scorpion works."

"What are you talking about?" Xu Yizhi stopped the work at hand.

There was concern in the eyelids, and the eyebrows became "one".

auzw.com Hearing the dissatisfaction on the phone, Chi Jingyu sold it with enthusiasm. "Brother, I was wrong. I would have told my aunt not to tell you, but now... um... It seems that I can't stop it, forget it, you still look at the hot search on the entertainment list!"

Worried that his careful liver can not withstand his anger, "hic" hang up the phone, comforting his young mind.

It turns out that his decision is correct.

After reading the hot search of Xu Yizhi, his face was colder, and the bottom of the sputum gradually condensed into frost, as if it came back from the North Pole, and even his body was chilling.

A phone dialed out.

Su Zhiying, sitting next to the teahouse, seemed to be electric and scared to throw the phone out.

"Look at your image, what is it like?" The old man muttered dissatisfiedly.

"No, Dad, it’s a phone call." I picked up my phone with distress.

"Look at him, you shut down your phone and see how he got in." The old man gave a command, who would dare not?

At this time, the coffin walked in with a tea tray and respectfully placed a cup of tea in front of them. "Grandpa, uncle, aunt, please drink tea."

The coffin's movements are a bit stiff and even a bit cautious. She is afraid that the family members who remember will not like themselves.

Su Zhizhen just wanted to say something, Xu Xinrong took her a moment, gently shook her head to her, knowing what his wife is temperament, so let her not scare her daughter-in-law.

Su Zhisheng glanced at him and smiled softly: "Ling, you can sit down!"

The coffin gently nodded and sat down, his legs tight and close together, his back was straight and his hands were stacked between his legs, and he did not dare to move.

"Lingling! Don't be nervous, we just want to see you." Su Zhisheng said in the softest tone of her life.

"Yeah, we already know what you are married to."

Su Zhisheng kicked Xu Xinrong, and he kicked him inexplicably.