Chapter 722: Don't hold too much hope

Shen Youran went back to the living room to take her cell phone, and then back to the balcony. Before dialing the phone, she glanced at Ji Yangkun and saw that his eyes were full of hopes, and couldn't help reminding: "Dad, don't hold too much hope. "
Ji Yangkun nodded: "Fight."
She dialed Ji Wenqing's phone: "Auntie, Happy New Year, what are you doing?"
Ji Wenqing's voice was heavy: "Happy New Year, what's the matter?"
Shen Youran heard wind from her side and asked suspiciously, "Are you outside?"
Ji Wenqing had just arrived at the cemetery, holding a large bouquet of flowers in his hands, stepping on the bluestone steps with high-heeled boots, and holding the phone in one hand to his ear: "Yes."
Shen Youran pursed her lips and said, "I'm in my old house and I will come to a lot of relatives later. I don't know how to deal with it. You can help me."
Ji Wenqing wore a black coat, her fur collar moved slowly in the wind, and her face was pale with the steep cold wind: "Your leisurely, I don't want to investigate whether this call was made by you or someone else asked you to call it. You shouldn't care about things."
Shen Youran froze for a moment: "Aunt, you misunderstood. The last time I and my aunt made some unpleasant things, so I was a little scared, thinking that if you are there, I will safeguard me."
"Jinchuan is here, Mrs. Shen dare not treat you."
"Oh, okay."
New Year’s Day is the first day of the New Year. Everyone was immersed in the celebration. No one came to the cemetery to worship relatives and friends, so the entire cemetery was deserted.
Ji Wenqing stopped in front of a tombstone and stepped forward to place the flower in front of the tombstone: "Lenan, I'm here to see you..."
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At the end of the call, Shen Youran looked at Ji Yangkun and shook his head at him.
Ji Yangkun looked disappointed, sighed slightly, and turned to the living room.
After nine o'clock, some people came one after another. The first came the Shen Kaiwens. They also took their daughter Shen Xiaoke. After about ten o'clock, almost everyone came.
There are many relatives of Ji's family, sitting together lively, the sofa can't sit at all. The younger generation, except for the special circumstances of Ji Shaoheng and Shen Youran, are standing.
Ms. Zhu said with a smile on her face: "Shao Heng, you are considered to be back."
Ji Shaoheng smiled: "Aunt, I haven't seen you getting younger and more beautiful in a few years."
Ms. Zhu smiled and closed her mouth: "You, this mouth is still with the past, likes to be cute and happy."
Shen Xiaoke is wearing a suit, noble like a princess: "Second cousin, you have been married to two cousins ​​for so many years, what gave me a cousin?"
Ji Shaoheng sat on a single sofa, and Fang Yaqing stood beside him. After hearing the words, he raised his lips and chuckled: "This year I have been healing legs abroad, and often take medicine, so it is not suitable to have children. I will wait until later. Right."
Speaking of Ji Shaoheng's legs, everyone was silent, with an unnatural smile on his face.
Ms. Zhu broke the awkward atmosphere and said to Shen Xiaoke: "In a few months, you will have a nephew."
Everyone looked at Shen Youran, who had been pregnant for more than six months, had a full belly, and his face was more ruddy than before.
Shen Xiaoke's pink lip glaze opened her mouth slightly and was about to speak. She was restrained by Mrs. Shen's eyes and signaled her not to talk.
After chatting for a while, they organized their own activities, playing chess and playing cards.
Ji Jinchuan originally accompanied Shen Youran and was called to the tea room by Ms. Zhu's husband, as if to have something to tell him.