Chapter 200: : Xiao's invitation

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The life of the Gangcheng people is meticulous and stressful. The full moon is full of joy.
After Song Yunqi returned from the hospital, the problem of lethargy did not change.
Chu Mo pleaded with a private doctor in Gangcheng to give a look at the situation of Song Yunxiao. The doctor only said that Song Yun was guilty of blood and needed to make up.
So, after listening to the doctor's words, the home is surrounded by a variety of blood products flooding in the same days around Song Yunxiao.
In the morning, there is a bird's nest. At noon, it is black chicken soup, and at night it is a variety of blood soup.
Some of Song Yunqi’s food has no appetite.
Drink a bowl and hate to spit out half of the bowl.
Chu Mo's world trade in the port city needs to be managed, and the middle has returned to Yuncheng.
Song Yunqi got the news from Shao Xue - Yuncheng is still a peace.
After all, Shao Tianze will take Gu's to Shaw, and for the time being, he will appease the aftermath of this internal power transfer.
There is not much energy to deal with outsiders.
In the afternoon, she wrapped her blanket and looked at the scenery in the garden lazily.
The sun is clear and clear, and it is spread under her feet through the floor-to-ceiling windows.
Looking at it, I fainted and dropped my eyelids.
Oh, asleep.
This dream is unusually quiet.
Vaguely, the figure of Song Yunxiao's mother appeared in the dream.
It was a beautiful woman with a slender figure, a clear eyebrow, a pointed chin, a pair of eyes looking forward to life, and aura as attractive from the bones.
In the early years, Song Yunxi’s mother, Fan Caidie, had been in the entertainment industry for a while.
At that time, the martial arts film in the joint venture between the inland and the port city would give Fan Caidie an insignificant role.
And Fan Caidie always has the luck to play this insignificant role, even overshadowed the protagonist's momentum.
On the other hand, Gu Changge felt that Fan Yundie’s daughter, Song Yunxiao, did not inherit such a good performing talent.
Otherwise, she should not die in the middle of the door of the Song family.
She feels sorry, but she also feels fortunate.
If there is no death of Song Yunxiao, how can she exchange her mother's longevity.
She misses those people.
Missing those who used to live with her and connected with her bones.
For example -
"Small 奕...淼淼?小奕..."
Subconscious, scream out.
There is liquid, which is pulled out from the corner of the eye and flows down the cheek.
She is trapped in such thoughts and can't find her feet.
But someone gently reached out, finger skin sticking to her cheek, gently wiping the tears on her face.
She thought it was still a dream at first.
Until the temperature of the finger became more and more real, she suddenly opened her eyes.
then……
The whole person is stretched!
The face of Chu Mo's face appeared in front of her, under the brow of a heroic eye, and her eyes looked at her with complex feelings.
She felt that her fingertips were a little stiff, and the expression on her face was still converging in the future.
"You just..." He opened his lips and stared at her. "Who is it?"
She groaned, slowly lowered her eyes, and her eyebrows were silently wrinkled: "I..."
She felt that she could not justify herself.
Gu Yu, hehe.
That is the child she was born in October.
Their bones and blood necklaces, even if they change their bodies, only have memories, they are still unforgettable.
"Who is the name of the call?" Chu Mo looked at her.
She looked up and went to see his eyes, and the voice was a bit dry: "I have a dream."
"What dream?" He just came back from the outside, wearing a simple white shirt and overalls, and the sleeves and the loose neckline were extraordinarily sexy.
She suddenly calmed down and smiled a little and answered him: "I dreamed that I gave you two children, one is Xiaoyan and the other is 淼淼."
Her fluency is not like lying.
But Chu is indifferent but obviously does not believe it. He is dark and looks at her, and there is a pain in the eyes.
Song Yunxi asked him with concern: "Just come back from the outside? Tired or tired? Do you want to take a break?"
She stood up from the wicker chair, and her hand was suddenly, but she suddenly took her hand.
She sighed slightly and turned to look at him.
He still lingered in her wicker chair, but at the moment, the bangs fell slightly, covering a pair of thick ink-like eyes: "What you just said is the name given to her a pair of children."
Song Yunxiao looked at her.
I can feel his fingers holding his fingers, getting tighter and tighter.
More and more tight.
Song Yunxiao did not speak in such a weird silence.
Chu Mo Yu asked her: "You said, is she still alive?"
Song Yunxiao slowly lowered his eyelashes: "How come? Miss Gu’s funeral is not all done? The ashes are all sprinkled."
This sentence is true.
But the facts often hurt people.
After the Chu Mo 宸 really did not ask again after listening, the position of keeping a half squat for a long time did not move.
Song Yunxiao helped him up, let him sit on the wicker chair, then asked the servant to move a wicker chair, sit next to him, and quietly accompany him to the sun.
In the impression of her Gu Changge, the days of quiet sunbathing are simply pitiful.
However, this is indeed so comfortable now.
She has been silently quietly accompanying him, thinking that she can accompany him for an afternoon.
I didn't expect it, but only after ten minutes, a servant came from the living room and gently said: "Mr. Miss, there are guests."
Song Yunxuan turned to look at the maid and wanted to ask who it was.
Chu Mo Yu has already got up from the wicker chair: "You go back to the room first, let me go and see."
Song Yunqi got up and wanted to go.
Chu Mo Yu but slightly sideways, servant: "Send her to rest."
The maid nodded respectfully: "Yes, sir."
Song Yunxiao was helpless, but he knew that this was not because Chu Mou wanted her to pay attention to her body.
The guests coming this time may not be very simple.
She thought of it, and when she stepped, she walked over to the living room.
The maid nervously followed up: "Miss Song, Mr. told me to send you upstairs to rest."
"Where is going from here, is the stairs not here?" She looked at the maid.
The servant saw that she had a thick light that sank into the water. After all, she closed her mouth and stopped her.
......
In the living room, Lu Xia sat on the imported leather sofa and turned to look at the decoration style of the villa. He smiled and said: "This style of decoration is a little different from our port city."
The opposite side of the desert did not pick him up, just put the tea pot's cover and dialed the tea, sneak a bite, casually asked her: "Miss Lu came to visit, I don't know why?"
Lu Xia smiled and seemed very happy.
She took an invitation from the handbag with the fingers of black lace gloves: "What about the clouds? I came to the clouds."
When Chu Moshen saw what she was holding in her hand, her eyes sank: "The clouds are uncomfortable and resting."
Lu Xia did not go to the Three Treasure Hall, they are not very familiar.
And there are also interests in each other.
She went to the door today, and there was nothing good about 80%.
And this invitation...
Lu Xia seems to know what he is thinking and raises his hand: "Chu Shao guess is right, this is the invitation letter of the Xiao family dinner."
She looked at the direction leading to the second floor, her eyes bent slightly, and elegantly placed the invitation on the table next to it: "Since the cloud is uncomfortable, I will not bother, the invitation I am here, Please Chu Shaodai, I will hand it over to Yunxiao."
After that, Lu Xia got up and went.
Chu Mo Yu suddenly sneered: "Xiao Jia dinner, why do you want to invite Yunxiao alone?"
Lu Xia’s footsteps stopped, the curvature of the lips raised, the enchanting, and some beautiful dignified.
She was slightly sideways, looking back and seeing the sharp and dark eyes of Chu Mo: "Chu Shao, Xiao Jia's relationship with Yunxiao, you and I know, why do you deceive yourself?"
The brows of Chu Mo's eyes suddenly became sharp.
Lu Xia is a point that converges on the smile on his face. With a shy smile, he shook his head and sighed: "Even if it is deep, it can't stop the big change. It's yours you can hold it, not Yours, you have to let go of your hands, the twisted melons, but not sweet."
What she said brought a bit of chilly words.
I have not waited for the second step.
She went out and drove away with her white assistant.
Chu Mo blinked at the door of the room.
The fingers smashed into fists and his face was blue.
After a long time, she turned to look at the invitation that was placed on the desktop by Lu Xia.
He walked over in one step, and his back was very proud.
The slender fingers picked up the beautifully crafted bronzing invitation, and there was an impulse to tear the invitation away.
He is hard to get the cloud.
Why do you want to send Yunxiao to Xiao’s hands again?
Even if Xiao is difficult? What does it matter to him?
Yunxiao is the granddaughter of Xiao family?
If Yunxiao is the granddaughter of Xiao's family, send her to Xiaojia, how can she come back?
With your fingers, gently pinch the invitation, and the tears will appear on the invitation.
But at this time, a quiet voice came from behind: "What are you doing?"
The action to tear the invitation suddenly stopped, and his lips were thin and cold.
Behind him, there are more and more footsteps: "Who is the one who just came?"
Song Yunxi rushed over to see the invitation he held in his hand, and his face had subtle changes in an instant.
She can be sure that this is Xiao's invitation.
Invitation to the Xiaojia dinner.
Just, who sent this? Who is invited? Who invited it?
All have important meanings.
Song Yunxiao walked over to his side and looked up at the expression on his face: "Is it not happy?"
Chu Mo is silent.
Song Yunqi’s white tongue stretched out and pinched the hot stamp invitation in his hand:
Show me.

Chu Mo Yu did not let go, but looked at her with some dissatisfaction: "You didn't go to rest?"
"Down to drink."
"Lie." He did not hesitate to expose her.
Song Yunqi did not continue to pretend to be serious, but rather nodded generously: "It is indeed a lie."
Chu Mo宸 took her wrist: "Why come down?"
Song Yunxi got the invitation and got the invitation. His eyes were clear to him: "You don't think that this dinner might be very interesting?"
When she said this, her eyes were slightly bent, and it was a bit of a girl's naughty.
However, in the depths of the scorpion, it brought a little bit of coldness.
This coldness was almost completely covered by her mischief, but Chu Moshen was still able to detect it keenly.
Song Yunxiao ignored his cold face and slowly opened the invitation. He laughed when he saw the autograph of the inviting column.