chapter 838
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"my boss is not a brain in love, he is such a big lover!" Zhou Ziyi said, "he is not only generous with Qin Anan, but also infatuated with her!" There are more beautiful women around him than Qin Anan, but he has never thought of looking for another woman. "
"that's because those who are prettier than Qin Anan do not have the ability of Qin Anan, and they are younger and more beautiful than Qin Anan who is capable." Mike praised Qin Anan and said, "if I like women, I will fall in love with Qin Anan."
Zhou Ziyi kicked him. Only a few words of praise were given to him, and he drifted away.
"you can't help but laugh! Ann and your boss are going to remarry, and when they both return home, there will be no room for me in this family, "Mike said with regret on his face." then I'll move in with you! "
"are you sure they are going to remarry" Zhou Ziyi has been taking care of his mother in the hospital these days, so he hasn't heard of it.
"chances are that we are going to remarry. Work will start in two days. He hasn't set a date for his return. He probably had too much fun there and didn't want to come back. " Mike said in tune.
"he is the boss and can play as long as he wants. But if Qin Anan doesn't come back, you'll have to go to work on time, right "
"well, if your boss doesn't come back, don't you have to go to work normally"
"stop talking and drink!" Zhou Ziyi thought of this Spring Festival chicken flying dog jump, now it is not easy to clean down, as a result, the holiday is coming to an end.
country.
after the photo was taken, it was already evening.
the photographer took some free photos of Qin Anan and Fu Shiting for their lovers.
"I'll send you the picture later. I hope you will always be happy! "
Qin Anan: "Thank you. Thank you for your hard day. "
"it's not hard. I'm honored that you can choose me." The photographer sent them out, "by the way, can I send your group photo to my personal account" Because I think you two are very expressive. "
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Qin Anan said without thinking: "Yes. As long as you don't send out the picture of the child. "
"Don't worry, I certainly won't send a picture of your family. This is your privacy! "
"mm-hmm."
coming out of the studio, Qin Anan looked at Fu Shiting and said, "do you mind if I agree to her request"
she is with Fu Shiting now, and she doesn't mind being known.
she doesn't think Fu Shiting will mind.
Fu Shiting hugged rilla and answered faintly, "I don't mind."
the photographer is a Chinese. She posts it on her country's social account and rarely sends it to her country.
it doesn't matter if it is sent to the country.
his relationship with Qin Anan has been passed on for a long time in the country.
"you look a little tired." She saw through his eyes that he seemed to have something on his mind.
when I went out at noon, everything was fine.
he smiled and said, "look, rilla is almost asleep."
"but I'm not tired!" Qin Anan opened the door and patted rilla on the shoulder. "Baby, don't sleep, we're going home!"
"Mom, when you went to buy medicine for Dad last night, I woke up and couldn't sleep. I didn't sleep well.
Qin Anan looked at Fu Shiting and said, "Why don't you hold her"
"mm-hmm. It's my fault. " Fu Shiting blamed himself, "get in the car and go home first!"
on the way back, Qin Anan received an electronic version of the photo sent by the photographer.
is a picture of her and Fu Shiting. There are pictures of him holding her, and there are pictures of him holding her face and kissing her.
every photo is very beautiful and romantic.
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