Her marriage was to stay by herself in a large, empty house. Her marriage lasted from hope until despair. Her marriage was a monthly routine of the 8th. If it's a lie, then just lie for the rest of your life, okay? At least this way, they could continue all the way to the end of their lives.

Lonely Marriage

In the airport, the crowd was mediocre. Ji Rufeng flew in the afternoon, but Zhan Yan woke up early in the morning and cleaned herself up. She threw all the clothes in the closet onto the bed.

"Auntie, look at me wearing this pink one, or beige white one?" The Yuyao stood in front of the mirror, waving her cheongsam one after another.

Zhan Yan laughed helplessly, "My family's Yao Yao looks good in anything she wears. My little ancestor, you should go downstairs to eat now, don't tell me you want this baby to starve with you?"

"The baby and I are not hungry, let's eat together when Ru Feng comes back." Yuyao smiled as she casually replied, and then chose a classic purple cheongsam to wear.

Zhan Yan really couldn't do anything about her. She brought bread and milk from the kitchen and talked to herself for a long time before she ate a few mouthfuls in front of her.

Good night my baby