Chapter 1079 A man's mouth is a deceptive ghost

  There are only two black figures at the foot of the snowy mountain,

  Others will never be able to see, Jun Shiling, who has always been proud and proud, is now accompanying Xia Wanyuan in a snowball fight.

  "Mr. Jun," Xia Wanyuan hooked his finger at Jun Shiling.

   "Huh?" Jun Shiling lost the snow ball in his hand and walked towards Xia Wanyuan, Xia Wanyuan raised his eyebrows slightly, and the snowball hidden in his right hand instantly hit Jun Shiling's face.

  Jun Shiling helplessly wiped the snow off his face, took off the scarf, and wrapped Xia Wanyuan's frozen red hands. The scarf still carried the warm body temperature of Jun Shiling, "Are you happy?"

   "Hmm." Xia Wanyuan nodded. Originally, she just sighed, but in fact, it would be fine to mediate for a period of time. Now that I have been playing here for so long, even if I am not happy, my mood will become more comfortable.

   "Okay, there are still some things that our company hasn't finished processing, then you accompany me to go with me?" Jun Shiling took Xia Wanyuan back.

   "Okay." Xia Wanyuan nodded, but stood still.

  Jun Shiling turned his head and took a look, then squatted down directly, patted his shoulder, "Come up, I'll carry you."

  Xia Wanyuan lay straight on Jun Shiling’s back, and Jun Shiling lifted her up, "It will be warmer if your face is on my body."

  Xia Wanyuan smiled in her eyes, tilted her head, and put her right cheek behind Jun Shiling's ear. Jun Shiling's body temperature was high, which instantly made Xia Wanyuan feel a lot warmer.

  "Mr. Jun." Xia Wanyuan suddenly called to Jun Shiling.

   "Hmm." Jun Shiling replied, "What's the matter?"

   "It's okay." Xia Wanyuan shook his head.

  Jun Shiling smiled, and said nothing, he knew what Xia Wanyuan wanted to say.

  The two walked away, leaving a row of shallow footprints on the snow.

  As soon as the two men’s car reached halfway, Xia Wanyuan received a call from Wei Zimu.

   "Sister Ban Yuan, can I meet you and chat for a while?"

  Xia Wanyuan glanced at Jun Shiling, then nodded, "Okay, where?"

   "When I was a sculpture." When Xia Wanyuan hung up, Jun Shiling snorted softly.

  Xia Wanyuan knew that Jun Shiling was only angry. She took Jun Shiling's arm and said, "Trouble Jun always sent me over."

   "Yes, I'll wait for you outside and come out when I finish speaking."

   "Stingy."

  Jun Shiling was noncommittal, saying he should be stingy. Anyway, he couldn't bear Wei Zi Mu Tiantian calling Xia Wanyuan "Sister Wanyuan".

  At the place Wei Zimu said, Xia Wanyuan got out of the car, and Jun Shiling stayed in the car.

  Wei Zimu, who had been waiting for a long time by the window, waved to her.

   "Sister Banyuan," Wei Zimu was as gentle as ever. He prepared a cup of hot tea for Xia Wanyuan in advance, and a variety of special snacks were piled on the table.

   "What's the matter?" Xia Wanyuan felt that Wei Zimu's expression looked a little sad. He always smiles, making people feel warm when he looks at it.

"I'm leaving China." Wei Zimu smiled at Xia Wanyuan, clearly that the corners of her lips are rising, but the curvature of the corners of her eyes has not changed, and she looks a little sad, "I'll say goodbye to you, next Within one month, I will finish handing over the affairs of the Wei family."

"Where are you going?"

   "Go to my brother, Yu Qian." Wei Zimu looked at Xia Wanyuan intently, as if to remember her forever, "We have been separated for many years, and now we are finally reunited."

  Wei Zimu said, “Finally reunited”, but Xia Wanyuan did not feel the slightest scent of happiness on his face, “Then, don’t you go back to China?”

   "I don't know, maybe I won't go back." Wei Zimu smiled, he wants to come back, but it is not up to him to decide whether he can come back then.

   "That," To be fair, Wei Zimu treated her very well. Now that Wei Zimu is leaving, Xia Wanyuan feels a little uncomfortable, "I hope you are safe and healthy."

  Wei Zimu really smiled in his eyes this time.

  Others learned that he was leaving, and they talked a lot about them,

  But all the flowers and flourishes supported by the phrase "safe and healthy" of Xia Banyuan, all have lost their color,

   "Thank you." Wei Zimu's mouth raised slightly, "If there is a chance to return to China, what gift do you want me to bring you?"

  For so many years, Wei Zimu has developed the habit of bringing gifts when he comes home.

   "Take yourself," Xia Wanyuan looked into Wei Zimu's eyes, "I hope you never lose your heart."

   "Okay," Wei Zimu nodded, "I promise you."

  The words fell, Wei Zimu looked out the window, a black car was parked on the side of the road,

  Wei Zimu's eyes showed a trace of secret envy, "Mr. Jun should be a very good person." Otherwise, it won't win Xia Wanyuan's heart.

   "Very good." Xia Wanyuan nodded, his brows and eyes were the warmth of being pampered with all his heart, which made Wei Zimu feel sour.

   "Well, that's it for today. I will take over the Wei family affairs slowly." Wei Zimu stood up,

   "Hmm." Xia Wanyuan also stood up and picked up all the things Wei Zimu had brought. "When you are leaving, remember to let me know."

   "Okay." Wei Zimu wanted to say that he didn't need to send him off, but he couldn't help it, so he let him be greedy for the last bit of warmth in this world for a while.

  Wei Zimu walked out with Xia Wanyuan until she watched her get into the car, then turned and left.

   "Wei Zimu is leaving." Xia Wanyuan got into the car, a little lost in his eyes.

  Jun Shiling, who has always been extremely jealous, didn't say much at this time. He just took Xia Wanyuan's hand and quietly accompanied her.

  The news that Wei Zimu was leaving soon spread from Wei’s family. The Wei family, who had been behaved for several months under his strong control, are now starting to jump again.

  Wei Zimu is gone, and Xia Wanyuan has been married to the Jun's family again. Then Wei's family is not theirs?

  Xia Wanyuan had anticipated these changes in Wei’s family a long time ago, so she called Wei Yan in advance.

  On the phone, Wei Yan seemed to be very noisy. Her voice was a little quiet, "Cousin, Mu Feng is preparing to leave the hospital today. When we settle down, I will go to the manor to find you."

   "Okay." Xia Wanyuan answered her.

   hung up the phone, but Xia Wanyuan was a little worried. The Wei family is now torn apart, and the Mu family is also in a mess. At the time when the Jun family and Jiang Jiaming are fighting secretly, the current imperial capital is really a mess of muddy water.

  It’s nothing if it’s just a cloud of muddy water. After all, the water will clear one day. I'm afraid that some people will catch fish in the muddy water.

  ——

  The Seventh Prison,

  Bo Xiao lay on the bed, with her legs crossed, while biting the dried mango, while making a video call with An Lao, she looked so uncomfortable.

  An Lao touched her belly, her face full of displeasure, her cheeks bulged slightly, she was obviously an extremely beautiful look, but at the moment she looked delicate and lovely.

  "Hey, what are you doing with this face?" Bo Xiao smiled.

"Who is ugly?!" An Lao was easily exasperated by Bo Xiao's words, "Bo Xiao, you are too much. You have not called me for a few days, and you have not come back to see me for so long. Now you still say me. Ugly, oooooooo."

  An Lao said more and more aggrieved, and in the end, tears fell like no money.

  Bo Xiao originally wanted to tease An Lao, but he didn't think that he could provoke An Lao into this way. He panicked, "I was wrong, I was wrong. Don't cry? It's all my fault."

   "I won't call you anymore, I hate you." An Lao was aggrieved.

"Fool," Bo Xiao can make An Rao cry and laugh, "Do you remember the first time I met? At that time, I thought, someone is such a beautiful girl, and I must make it so beautiful. Go home and be your wife."

  An Lao was stunned by Bo Xiao, teardrops hung on her eyelashes, "Then did you deliberately find me to play games?"

   "Nonsense." Bo Xiao had a painful expression on his face, "In order to find your game name, I studied it all day and night before finding it."

  An Lao snorted, "Deserve you."

  Seeing An Lao stopped crying, Bo Xiao also had a smile on her face.

  In fact, he was a bit exaggerated. He didn’t look for it all day and night. After all, An Lao’s game name is really easy to find. He casually flipped through Xia Wanyuan’s circle of friends and added it.

But Bo Xiao wouldn’t say these things. He even got worse. “Actually, I used to have very poor game skills. I didn’t like to play games since I was a child. Do you think I was very good when I took you to play games? I haven't had a good night's sleep in a while."

  Bo Xiao looked serious, and he also had the meaning of unbearable looking back. An Lao immediately believed.

  However, An Lao, if you can check Bo Xiao's game record, you will find that he has been the national server Li Bai for more than a dozen seasons.

   "Baby, honestly, isn't your husband handsome?" Bo Xiao raised an eyebrow at An Lao.

  An Lao pouted, but was still very honest, "It's okay."

   "Are you rich?"

"Humph."

"Look at me with such a standard, rich and handsome, I spent so much time chasing you, putting you on the tip of my heart, for fear that you are cold and hungry. If you are not beautiful, would I be so hard?" , Bo Xiao came back around again.

   "So, if I'm not pretty, you wouldn't be so good to me, would you?" An Lao hit Bo Xiao back with a question.

  Bo Xiao laughed, "Baby, that's not the case, in short, you are the best-looking! The best-looking in the world!"

   "Huh," An Lao was coaxed to be happy, like a lazy kitten, "When are you coming back?"

   "Miss me?"

   "It's not there." An Lao's mouth was stiff,

   "I will be back in a while." Bo Xiao now also hopes that the matter will be over soon, and he can go back to accompany An Lao sooner.

  "Okay~~" After being coaxed by Bo Xiao, An Lao returned to her clingy kitten state, "Today you come to read bedtime stories to our baby."

   "Well, there used to be an elf"

  Among the iron windows, Bo Xiao’s storytelling voice gradually floated out, as if even the cold prison had become softer.

  (End of this chapter)