Ye Fei Ye

Jin Yang received a birthday present at the age of 20. He received a baby wrapped in a blanket and placed it in a box. The paternity test results told him that this was indeed his child.

What? What did that happen? In Jin Yang's memory, he had never had sex with a woman. How did this child come about?

Lin Shenshen had gotten pregnant before marriage and was despised by her family. She had liked Jin Yang for many years, but one day, she disappeared. She would never pester Jin Yang again and stop him from getting close to other girls.

Jin Yang gave the child a name. He realized that this brat was very smart, but his personality was becoming more and more like the girl in his memory.

Six years later, at Lin Shenshen's lowest, Jin Yang found her along with his son.

"I'll find you a beautiful stepmother."

"What about my own mother? Is she not as pretty as this young lady?"

Lin Shenshen picked up her son and kissed him on the cheek.

"Where did this child come from?"

"Baby, let Mommy tell you—you were born in Mommy's dream!" The couple, Lin Shenshen and Jin Yang, kept teasing the little kid.

Jin Yang, "Honey, why don't you elaborate? How did you give birth in your dream?!"



Cannot Bear To Let Go Of My Rich Wife

She knew that if she spoke, she would compromise with him, agree to be his girlfriend, and agree to hold hands with him for the rest of her life.


Yes, at this moment, she had to admit that Percy Stanton really had a magical power, his persistence and refusal to give up, defeated her long-held conviction and resistance.


This man is the warm embrace she could never escape from.


"What are you thinking about?" Percy Stanton asked with his voice lowered when he didn't get an answer from Isabel Smith.


"Nothing." Isabel Smith shook her head in Percy Stanton's arms. After a while, she looked up at him with shining eyes and said, "Do you know what I think is the most touching phrase that lies deep in my heart?"


Percy Stanton didn't speak, he just stared into Isabel Smith's eyes, waiting for her answer.


Chapter 645: A Young Girl's Feelings Are Always Poetry (8)