Chapter 1189: Hell mode

"I don't remember." Ji Xing frowned, then asked him: "Is he someone I knew before?"
Si Chengluo's voice was very steady, without the slightest ups and downs, only said: "How can I know what you do yourself."
He was sure that Ji Xing must have been to this world before this, and arranged a lot of his own chess pieces, or his little brother.
That Situ Sang should be one of them. When he went to Italy last week, he met that person once and found clues left by Ji Xing in him.
He and Jun Shiyan are two bastards, and they don’t take him when they play. They come to this world in advance and arrange their forces. They can easily reach the pinnacle of life, but let him pass through impoverishedly, from hell. The model began to struggle again, and everything had to be earned on its own.
Ji Xing thought about it again, but still couldn't remember which Situ Sang was, but he seemed to be familiar with it, maybe it was someone he knew before he lost his memory.
In the opposite bedroom, the light was still on, and the soft light shone through the crack of the door, and the voices of women could still be heard.
Jun Shiyan couldn't sleep, with a soft expression in his eyes looking at the opposite direction. Is his little girl lying down, sitting, or lying on the bed?
The little girl's favorite posture is to lie on the bed, tilt her legs, and read the script with her little feet, or to lie on his lap and flip through the script lazily.
As an actor, his little girl is absolutely dedicated and qualified.
Ling Sheng was resting on Nangong Lengyu's lap at the moment, looking at her with clear eyes: "Mom, when your second uncle is getting better, let's call Aunt Wen over, and we girls will have a tea party together."
Nangong Lengyu's slender and white fingers gently smoothed the mask on her face, and many places were wrinkled. He said warmly: "Okay."
Ling Sheng nodded expectantly, got out of bed barefoot, walked towards Song Yiyan who was sitting cross-legged on the balcony, and sat opposite her.
"What are you doing?" Song Yiyan closed her eyes and sat cross-legged in a hanging chair to meditate. The white moonlight outside the window shone in, casting a soft silver brilliance on her, which looked a bit like a fairy. The elegant feeling comes.
"Yanyan, are you really 100% sure?" Ling Sheng's voice was suppressed very low, and he looked at her worriedly, wondering if he disturbed her.
"I'm not sure, do you?" Song Yiyan didn't open her eyes, her voice was very calm: "Since you have found me, just trust me."
What sure? For her, she just rolled up her sleeves and did it, and she did it for the first time.
"Will it have any bad influence on you?" Ling Sheng always felt that she was not quite right, being quiet and scary, made her start thinking wildly.
Song Yiyan snorted, and finally opened her eyes lazily, and looked at her from the gap, regaining her former self-confidence: "Ling Sheng, I said you look down on your sister too much, that's just a little thing. , Who can do anything to me?"
She, in fact, has always been a selfish person, but ever since she met Sheng Sheng and became friends with her, she felt that she should not only care about herself, but only think about herself.
She changed her fate and said that it had no effect. It was a trick to play with her. There must be a backlash, but that bit of backlash is a trivial matter for her and she can still afford it.
"That's good." Ling Sheng said so, with a relaxed look on the surface, but still couldn't let it go.
Song Yiyan was a person from the bottom struggling and struggling. Outsiders, he was always acrimonious and selfish.
But treating her own people has always been her heart and soul. Regarding the second uncle, no matter how hard she suffered, she would never compromise, let alone admit defeat.
She was afraid that she would bear the impact of saving her second uncle on her own. If she did not tell them, she would not do this kind of thing once or twice.
Song Yiyan thought that Ling Sheng hadn't completely recovered her memory, she probably couldn't remember what happened before this world. She jumped out of the hanging chair, grabbed her shoulders and the sisters walked inside, with a relaxed and cheerful tone: " I have gone away, slept, and have enough energy. I will be able to see my second uncle tomorrow."
As soon as the two of them entered the room, they saw a small slit in the bedroom door, followed by a small pink face and peeked in: "Mummy, grandma, Aunt Yanyan, can I follow Are you sleeping?"
Song Yiyan was turned away from the cuteness of the little guy, she pushed Ling Sheng away with a look of disgust, her aunt walked towards the little guy with a smile on her face, picked him up, and gave him a big kiss: "Of course."
There is no such thing as cuteness. In the past, she had never liked children. She felt that she was unable to teach children well, and there was no man worthy of letting her give birth!
But since I met Xiao Qi, I think the child is the cutest creature in the world, huh, I just want to trick her into having a baby!
Xiao Qi was itchy by her dear's face, and she giggled, trying to avoid, and afraid that Song Yiyan would be uncomfortable, so she treated herself as a doll and let her squash and round.
Song Yiyan squeezed his tender and slippery face like white tofu, and smiled spontaneously: "Xiao Qi, let's sleep with Aunt Yanyan!"
"Xiao Qi wants to sleep with Mommy." Xiao Qi looked at her seriously: "Grandpa said, you can't sleep with women other than Mommy, grandma and grandma."
"Then Xiaoqi called Aunt Yanyan to godmother, okay? In this way, you can sleep with Aunt Yanyan." Song Yiyan looked at the little guy with a serious appearance, secretly slandering, what is the reason, pretending to be lost, and sighed: " If Xiao Qi doesn’t sleep with Aunt Yanyan, Aunt Yanyan will be in a bad mood, and Aunt Yanyan will be in a bad mood, and she will be affected when she sees her second uncle tomorrow."
"Then Xiaoqi sleeps with Aunt Yanyan, don't be affected by Aunt Yanyan." Xiaoqi nodded her head quickly, hesitated after speaking, and asked her in a low voice: "Will Uncle Jixing be jealous! "
"Xiao Qi is now the godmother's godson, that is, Uncle Ji Xing's godson." Song Yiyan really wanted to be jealous with the child and gave him a face.
But in front of a good baby, she would not say such a thing. She wanted to establish a gentle, cute and kind-hearted super invincible godmother in front of her own baby.
"All right then." Xiao Qi's eyes were shining, and she hooked her neck.
Song Yiyan hugged the little guy and walked to the bed, looked at Ling Sheng contemptuously, and asked how he taught the child. He knew the word jealous when he was only a little older. A child would look like a child, a precocious child. The child is not cute at all.