Jiang Zhaoyu's Zhenggong Peach Blossom appeared in the year when Xu Yin was pregnant with the baby.

  In the early stages of pregnancy, the reaction was quite big, He Shi asked her to rest at home, but what to do with so many orders in the studio? So I looked forward to the appearance of Professor He, who is a grandfather, and recommended a school girl with a design style similar to hers.

  Song Xinci is two years younger than Xu Yin, and also a student of Professor He.

  After she came, Xu Yin raised her baby at home with peace of mind, and entrusted the studio to the junior girl to take care of her. Apart from orders, there were also many miscellaneous chores.

   There were several contacts, and she was still busy in the studio very late, Xu Yin felt sorry, and occasionally asked her brother to bring some fruit to eat.

   After coming and going, two single people come together.

  In that year, there were two happy events in the family—she gave birth to a baby girl, and her brother got a girlfriend.

   "Yin Yin, Tian Tian is so cute!"

  In the early spring of the next year, Song Xinci brought a large box of soft plastic toys suitable for little princesses to come to see her and the baby, and by the way, finalize the process of the business meeting for tomorrow afternoon.

  In the warm afternoon, the two sat in front of the floor-to-ceiling windows to tease the baby.

   "If you like you, quickly agree to my brother's marriage proposal and give birth to one yourself." Xu Yin joked.

  She automatically logged into Penguin through her mobile phone number. A customer likes to use Penguin to transfer files, so she logged into Penguin, which has not been used for thousands of years, and waited to receive it.

  Song Xinci wanted to come back from a joke, and accidentally scanned her penguin—

   "Star sinking into the ocean? Ahhh! Star sinking? Little star? I am 'Crispy Crispy Pineapple Cake'!"

   "!!"

  Xu Yin raised her head in astonishment: "You, you... are you my brother's black fan?"

  More than that!

   It seems that he is still the owner of the "yue you didn't discuss" black fan group.

"Hey! That was how many years ago. After watching "The Sound Into My Ears" and "Music First", I became a fan, and now I am a proper fan, really! I swear! I swear! It's already disbanded, don't you know?"

  Xu Yin: "..."

  She hasn't been on Penguin for many years. If it wasn't for the client's suggestion this time, she would have left the black fan group behind.

   Unexpectedly, the little sisters who went round and round, who used to share the same hatred with the black fan group in Jiang Zhaoyu, are now sisters-in-law!

  Who would have imagined this ending!

  Recalling all the past, both of them felt so childish.

   "Little Xingxing, why did you hate Jiang Zhaoyu so much at that time?"

"Well…"

  Can you tell that it's not actually her?

   "Maybe, rebellion is more serious. Actually, I don't hate him. Really, I still have an account. Let me show you."

  Xu Yin was afraid that she would go back and sue her brother, so she quickly found another trumpet to prove that she was not Jiang Zhaoyu's black fan.

"Wow! So this account is yours? I often saw... Hehe, to tell you the truth, I scolded you for this account. At that time, I thought it was the navy hired by Jiang Zhaoyu, and said that the navy was too dedicated. One hit and one accurate, every word is a pearl."

  Xu Yin asked curiously: "Why do you hate my brother?"

"It's a long story. Didn't he have a girlfriend in art school? That girl snatched my little sister's boyfriend and deliberately wronged my little sister. She has bad character. I preconceived that he was also very poor."

   "Oh? Is he that bad?"

  Song Xinci waved her hand: "I told you that was my initial impression. Later, I found out through variety shows that he was not bad, so I stopped blackmailing him."

  Xu Yin covered her face: "I didn't say that just now."

"ah?"

  Song Xinci turned her head, and suddenly found that Jiang Zhaoyu was standing at the door at some point, in the depths of her dark eyes, a clump of flames flickered, hot enough to burn her.

  Damn it!

  She stretched out her hand to Xu Yin: "Help me, little Xingxing!"

  Xu Yin laughed twice, she is now a mud bodhisattva crossing the river, and she cannot protect herself.

  Picked up his daughter and hurriedly withdrew: "Well, Dad Tiantian should be back, he is probably looking for me, you guys talk slowly!"

   "..."

He Shi must have heard about it from his uncle, so he pestered Xu Yin at night and asked, "I heard that you stayed up all night for my brother to fight black fans when you were a freshman or sophomore? You also spoke for our brother and was named and praised by the national TV station. Then I Woolen cloth?"

  Brother, you don’t eat rice but lemon for dinner, right? so sour?

   "Do you want to eat this kind of vinegar too?"

  Xu Yin gave him a white look.

  He said in his heart that he should blackmail him to death before fighting against the black fans. Do you want this treatment?

  He Shi gave a low laugh, turned over and pressed her under him: "It's okay if you don't want me to be jealous, let me eat something sweet."

   "..."

  The next day, Xu Yin slept until mid-sun before waking up.

   Picking up the phone tremblingly, he saw the message He Shi left around eight o'clock, saying that he took his daughter to play with his father and asked her to sleep a little longer. There was a cup of bird's nest stewed in the pot, remember to drink it when you wake up.

   You are so considerate now, why didn't you listen to her last night? They all said no, but still come.

  If she didn't have that memory, she would have suspected that it wasn't Jiang Zhaoyu, but He Shijin, who was in the dark.

  Xu Yin rubbed her sore waist, and was about to put down her phone when Song Xinci sent a voice, her voice was hoarse and charming:

   "Woooooh, little Xingxing, your brother is so inhuman, I explained it so clearly, and he still wants to punish me, can the afternoon meeting be changed to tomorrow?"

   She might not be able to get out of bed today. The hateful man still refuses to let her go. Forcing her to find out the old almanacs from the past, he punished her a few times if she hacked him a few times.

  Xu Yin was curious: "How did he punish you?"

   "嘤嘤嘤..."

it is more than words.

   "..."

   Well, it seems that they are sisters who are suffering from the same disease.

  Xu Yin sent an emoji of "I sympathize with you".

  He Shi ate an unnecessary amount of dry vinegar, which made her tired all night. Thinking about "Crispy, Crispy Pineapple Cake" or the leader of Heijiang Zhaoyu's most active black fan group...emmm...Take care, sister-in-law!

  …

  Papa Xu didn’t know the inside story. When he saw his son taking Xiao Song home for dinner, and seeing a diamond ring on her ring finger, he knew that the happy event was coming, and he was so happy that the crow’s feet around his eyes almost caught up with the folds of puff pastry.

   "When is the wedding date going to be? Dad will go to the temple to count a good day."

  Song Xinci's face turned red, almost buried in the rice bowl.

Jiang Zhaoyu glanced at her actions from the corner of his eye, a smile flashed in his eyes, he served Dad Xu a bowl of soup, and said slowly: "Dad, don't worry about life, I will accompany her back to her hometown during the Chinese New Year this year, and discuss with her parents. Arrange later."

  Although her parents are too busy worrying about her elder brother and younger brother's marriage, they really don't care much about her daughter, but after all, it is a lifelong event, and etiquette must always be in place.

Father Xu nodded hurriedly: "Yes, yes, that's what you should. Then you should call off work earlier this year, take Xiao Song back to stay for a few more days, and prepare a decent gift... Forget it, I'll discuss with your sister about preparing the gift. She knows better than you."

  Jiang Zhaoyu: "..."

   "Poof..."

  Song Xinci couldn't hold back for a moment, and laughed out loud.

   With a glance, she immediately pretended to bury her head in her meal and pretended to be a quail.

   He laughed angrily.

  Such a timid person, where did he have the courage to create a black fan group, and in the group, all kinds of rhythms to black him out?

  Thinking of this, he moved his fingertips that seemed to still have her fragrance, and wanted to punish her again...

  {End of this article}