Chapter 9

Who would be the photo that could be placed on the desk of father-in-law Yan Jing'an? It goes without saying

But which man would reincarnate a beautiful wife with a charming charm and put photos of his deceased wife in his place where he often works?

For a moment, Xiang Yan didn't feel this strange, but instead felt a sense of unexplained touch in her heart.

She held the Swiss army knife, folded the small scissors inside, and said to Yan Jingan kindly, Dad, let me cut it for you. Don’t eat too much of this rice dumpling, glutinous rice is not so easy to digest.

Yan Jing'an nodded, then handed Xiang Yan a duck egg yolk-flavored rice dumpling in his hand, and praised him kindly: It looks good, although the knot is tied, the steps are basically correct, it looks decent

Hehe, it's not just a look, but the taste should be good. But I have made rice dumplings every year since I was a child. If you don't believe me, please try it.

Xiang Yan smiled and put the rice dumplings with the silk thread in her hand in the dining plate in front of Yan Jing'an.

The zongzi held on the rice dumpling leaves are slightly brown in color, and you will feel appetite. You can tell at a glance that the ingredients are filled with enough fragrance and the fragrance is everywhere.

The Yan family does not lack this kind of snack food every year. Before the Dragon Boat Festival every year, some old friends in Yan Jing'an in northern business would also invite masters who are state banquets to make some rice dumplings for him.

For Yan Jing'an, these are nothing more than a snack when eating.

But the rice dumplings on the plate seem to have a taste. When he picked up a piece of chopstick and put it in his mouth, he stretched his eyebrows happily.

Well, it's not bad, it's even better than the ones made in the Great Hall of the People haha!

Yan Jing'an's praise is not stingy, which makes Xiang Yan, who is already thin, feel embarrassed and happy.

Seeing Yan Jingan became a little closer in Xiang Yan's heart without realizing it. Her husband's secret meanings had long been left behind by her. She even wanted to pull Yan Suifeng to ask, such a kind father is in the same city as her. Why didn't he even visit him once for several years? Don't he understand the truth that the son wants to raise his parents but does not wait for him?

As if she felt a little closer to the man opposite, Xiang Yan couldn't help but feel curiosity that flashed by just now. She pointed to the photo on the table, and looked at the other side with her eyes as black gemstones, and asked Xiang Yan Jing'an softly: Dad, is the photo on your desk Suifeng's mother?

Yan Jingan, who had just swallowed the food in his mouth, froze and his face became a little unnatural. He put the chopsticks in his hand on the plate, and sighed, "Well... is it a photo of his mother, or was it taken by Sufeng when he was over one year old.

Xiang Yan slowly returned to the desk, gently held the brown wooden photo frame in her hand, and looked carefully at the woman in the photo.

Looking at Yuan Xue's appearance in the photo, I began to think about what I would look like if I cut my long hair...

After the coffee table, Yan Jing'an, who was sitting on the sofa, slowly became dazed in his eyes, as if a figure slowly began to coincide with Xiang Yan, the corners of his mouth began to tremble slightly, and he wanted to call out that name several times, but he never opened his mouth.

I’ll send a rice dumpling, but the people I’ll send will not come back to the Wave!

Li Qinglan's figure suddenly appeared at the door of the study room, and looked at Xiang Yan inside with a smile and said angrily.

But when she saw Xiang Yan holding the photo, her eyes turned to Yan Jing'an, and just saw the trance in Yan Jing'an's eyes flashing.

Ahem, why did you get up

Haha, it's okay, I just came to see Xiang Yan, why didn't Lao Zhang go down and made some sour plum soup to relieve greasyness. I'll call her to try it. Why are you done?

Xiang Yan immediately put the photo back after seeing Li Qinglan. She suddenly felt guilty and didn't know what to say for a moment.

After all, the woman in front of me is the hostess in this family, now...

Li Qinglan did not wait for Yan Jing'an to reply to her words just now, and her slender long legs came to Xiang Yan in elegant and light steps. Let's go here to have no interest here. Let's go downstairs to have soup. It's just iced and tastes very good.

As she said that, she pulled Xiang Yan's little hand and walked out the door.

This scene happened during the day brought subtle changes to several people

At least the father-in-law in Xiang Yan's heart with flower arms tattooed in her face also had an unknown long-lasting side.

However, when she was pressed under her body by Yan Suifeng at night, even stranger thoughts appeared in her strange little head, which made Yan Suifeng almost wilted by her strange eyes.

Little fool, uh, why are you looking at me like this?

Well, the wavy...well,

Xiang Yan peeked at Yan Suifeng with a weird look, his low moans in his mouth

How dare she tell her husband what she wants? Could she ask him if there is an Oedipus plot?

I look so similar to his mother, and now I am pressing myself under me, so I feel uncomfortable no matter how I think...

That night, because of Xiang Yan's distraction, their love was not so satisfying. Yan Suifeng couldn't help asking her, but she fooled her with some miscellaneous things in the store.

When Xiang Yan woke up the next day, the man at home had already left the house

Today is the big day when Jing'an Group injects capital into Kunshan's Tianqi Pharmaceutical Company and signs a strategic cooperation, so early in the morning, the Yan family and his son left early.

Xiang Yan and Li Qinglan had breakfast at home and made an appointment to go shopping

You can't go out without going out in the morning. Now, when you pass ten o'clock in the morning in Gusu, it will be as hot as a stove. Even if you go out with a parasol, you will be upset by the heat.

Today I went to a silk shop in Wuzhong. This shop is a time-honored brand and has been passed down from generation to generation during the Qingming Festival.

Although the owner also opened a factory, the old shop still operates in the form of a workshop, and even the silk made in it is produced using ancient methods.

Just one meter of fabric is sold for a few hundred yuan. Once you make batik, the pattern looks pretty and it costs about a thousand yuan per meter.

Aunt Lan, just wait for someone to help you make a few pieces. I'll forget it, it doesn't feel that it's suitable for me.

Xiang Yan is not disliked by the clothes made from silk, but this top-grade fabric is more suitable for making cheongsams and scarves.

It’s not that she doesn’t want to wear cheongsams, but the two balls on her chest are even more exaggerated and prouder than Li Qinglan, and they may look a little out of place when worn.

She once wanted to make some parts smaller through fitness fat control, but she gained little

Li Qinglan flipped the picture album in front of her with her little hand, and the pages were covered with cloth-like patterns. When she heard Xiang Yan's words, she raised her eyes and looked around and looked at people to pay attention to them. So she explained to Xiang Yan: I know what you are worried about, it's okay. Master Liu comes later and asks him to measure the size for you. When the clothes are ready, I will tell you how to wear them.

Aunt Lan, why do you like wearing cheongsams? Is it because dad likes it?

Xiang Yan remembered the photo of Yuan Xue in the photo frame on Yan Jing'an's desk. She was also dressed in a cheongsam, but the clothes on her were not as charming as Li Qinglan, but she was dignified and elegant.

Thinking that Yan Jingan's two women often wear cheongsams, her gossiping heart began to cause trouble again

That's right, but who doesn't like such beautiful clothes? Grizzly waves. Don't say you're not moved when you see them.

Then you just said that I can wear it too, how can I wear it to look good...

Xiang Yan doesn't think Li Qinglan has any good idea. Clothes like cheongsams are still better-looking with smaller breasts, mainly because they protrude the slender waist of oriental women and the slender legs that are faintly visible under the hem of the skirt. Xiang Yan used to like Maggie Cheung's look in the movie "Flower of Beauty"

So impatient, I'm telling you how to measure the size

Now let me know, you will be curious and kill the cat...

After Li Qinglan put her little hand in Xiang Yan's ear and muttered to her, Xiang Yan suddenly realized that the so-called method was to wear a breast tight...

Master Liu, who specializes in making cheongsams, did not let the two delicate beauties wait for a long time, and appeared in this Fan silk shop before ten o'clock.

After a few people discussed it, the clothes materials were selected at Master Liu's suggestion.

Li Qinglan even selected several styles at once, and said to Master Liu with a smile: Master Liu, my weight has not changed much recently, just measure it for me.

As he said that, he asked the waiter in the store to prepare some materials and let Master Liu take them away later.

Hearing Li Qinglan's name to her, Xiang Yan smiled embarrassedly at Master Liu, but just when Master Liu was measuring his waist behind her, she staggered and almost fell to the ground.

Oh no, I was confused this morning and I forgot to take the medicine. Fortunately, Master Liu grabbed her arm, otherwise he might have made a foreign appearance on the spot just now.

Uh, this lady, what's wrong with you?

Xiaoyan? What's going on?

Li Qinglan saw Xiang Yan's sturdy figure and hurriedly walked up to ask

Xiang Yan took a few deep breaths, pointed to her husband bag on the sofa, and snorted a few words, the medicine, there was...

Although she is very close to Li Qinglan, her condition has never been told to her.

No one wants to tell others if he has hidden illness

But I didn't expect that I went out early today and forgot to take medicine, which made me misunderstanding

Li Qinglan opened Xiang Yan's bag with confusion on her face. After checking, she found three or five medicine bottles of all sizes inside.

Pick up a few and looked at the effect of the symptoms, so I cared about it, Xiaoyan, you have hypoglycemia, and you don’t say anything! It’s so scary.

After seeing the dose, I placed the medicine bottles one by one on the low table in front of the sofa, and shouted to the little girl in the store, "Waiter, help me get some hot water, don't be too hot."

Xiang Yan also sat back on the sofa with Master Liu's support. Her whole little face seemed to be too bleeding, pale and pale.