After the Marriage Cancellation, She Becomes a True Ancestor

A few minutes ago, when Bo Yunli saw Su Ye on WeChat, he was still working overtime in the office.

He glanced at the little girl's unrestrained question, took off his glasses, and gently squeezed between his eyebrows.

Open a brand new web page and enter three words.

'Ultraman'.

After seeing the search results, he realized that it was the cartoon pattern on the little girl's socks.

He temporarily removed himself from the heavy official duties, and spent a few minutes learning about Ultraman's life before replying to the little girl's WeChat.

However, when he sent a photo to the little girl, he accidentally saw the photo of the box that his mother had left for him.

The image flashed in my mind.

I feel like I've seen a similar box somewhere today.

Very familiar feeling.

He pressed down on his temples and couldn't remember anything.

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On Su's side, she stared at the screen and reacted.

Cornucopia: I love little monsters.

Cornucopia: It's late, go to bed early, good night, my little monster.

Su also silently put the phone back on the bed and turned around to turn on the computer.

But two seconds later, she turned around and took the phone again, and glanced at the words again.

The corners of his lips rose slightly.

40 years ago, it was still an era when emotional communication was relatively limited, and subtle beauty was popular.

Therefore, after being reborn, she always felt that Bo Yunli was very immoral.

But I'm used to it now.

She suddenly remembered that at noon, the younger brother teased her about not having a boyfriend.

Actually a little bit.

40 years ago, she met a lot of people, including Bo Zhan and Lin Zhengen, and they all became friends with her in the end.

There is only one person, that person is usually very serious, but it is very unpredictable that he is also a love-minded person.

He confessed to her very suddenly.

Su also touched her chin and recalled, how did she answer back then?

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At the same time, the Zhang family.

It was late at night, and Zhang Qingfeng still did not rest. He was holding a volume of books in his hand, and the lights were dim.

The wind was blowing outside the window.

He took off his glasses, which hung down on his chest along the glasses chain, put down the book, got up and closed the window.

He didn't leave, by the way, with his hands behind his back, he stood in front of the window, looking out the window, thin and breezy, with a straight back.

Recalling the only confession experience in my life.

When he was young, he had a marriage due to family marriage.

His wife was weak and died shortly after giving birth to a son.

He wanted to live his life like this until he met the girl.

The light in her eyes was different from others, and it suddenly ignited somewhere in his heart.

Back then, he was very persistent, the girl refused again and again, and he faced difficulties again and again.

Later, when the girl was forced to no avail, he vaguely remembered that the girl replied like this: "Well, let's take a step back, and I'll accept you as a disciple..."

He was quite ignorant at the time. He had read thousands of books, and he had never seen anyone rejecting others like this.

However, this is also the difference between girls and others.

Moreover, after calming down and thinking about it, although I already had a position in Kyoto and was respected by others, how could I be worthy of others with a dragging oil bottle after all.

Unexpectedly, the confession failed, but the apprentice really accepted it.

Especially his young son, inspired by the girl, did show a high medical talent.

It's a pity that now, some have forgotten the original intention.

Zhang Qingfeng was too lazy to think about his own son who had become someone else's son-in-law, and continued to recall the girl's frown and smile.

Involuntarily, a smile appeared on his face, the kind of smile Bai Yuqiao had never seen since he was a child...

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Three shifts~

Babies, do you still remember the medical department of Ai Ye?