Chapter 62: Memories of Running One's Legs Off in Childhood

Therefore, she asked with such careful hesitation.
She was afraid of displeasing their family and being driven out.
"Thank you, Xiaosheng." Yu Danxue took her phone out of her trouser pocket.
Only to be stopped by Yu Zhisheng, "Little Great-Aunt, Feng Douduo and the others aren't at home, they're over at Han Qian's place."
"You have to call Han Qian and them. Does Little Great-Aunt have their phone number?"
Yu Danxue shook her head, "I don't have—"

Fu Qu pulled a pristine handkerchief from his sleeve, wiped away a bead of sweat, his eyes carrying a hint of tenderness.
After all, few men are willing to admit their own inadequacy, so this Rotten Wood Rejuvenation Pill could only spread through the word-of-mouth recommendations of wealthy matrons, while its spread directly among male clients remained relatively sparse.
They could only be considered middle management, taking flak from superiors above and pressure from subordinates below, a thankless and exhausting role.
In truth, outsiders always thought of him as the leader of the commune's educated youths, but only he knew that if anything truly happened, those educated youths would not care about him at all.

Ning Ying adored several of Yi Lege's hit songs and frequently had them played inside the Tianhe Chamber of Commerce building.
During the unexpected incident last time, several wealthy young masters could not make it, and the other beauties did not want this highly diluted title of top courtesan, so none of them participated, allowing Shen Lianqing to pick up the windfall.
For a two-dimensional space, searching for a target based on a specific coordinate is essentially finding a point within a planar circular range.
He hadn't felt this way before, but lately, he found himself increasingly unable to see through her—or perhaps, unable to see through himself.
More importantly, doing this meant their kitchen staff could openly and legitimately take the leftover fish back home.
In reality, he had only spared the other person's life to extract some information. As for all those reasons the other person mentioned... were they of any use to him?

Liang Yanwei thought for a long time before speaking leisurely, the corners of her lips slightly pursed, seemingly carrying a hint of an ambiguous smile.
Li Feng did not speak, going back to doing his own thing as if nothing had happened just now.
"So that's how it is." Zhang Huahua nodded, no longer dwelling on Guan Rong's issue. Instead, she straightened her expression, took a large step forward, and closed in directly on Chen Wen.
"Without my command, if anyone dares to get up on their own, I will break their legs and feed them to the dogs." Feng Jingyu dropped these words, took Feng Yaya's hand, and strode away.

What he failed to see was the mischievous arc at the corner of Xin Ying's mouth, and how she clenched her hands tightly as if having made up her mind.
"Sister, you have no idea, the steaks at their place are really amazing! They might have a slightly sweet touch, which suits my taste better!" Before the food even arrived, Jiang Mengyao could not wait, continuously praising the dishes here to her sister.
Xianyu She hesitated for a moment, but finally walked over, sat down on the chair by the bed, and quietly watched as Jiang Muhe's breathing shifted from heavy to steady.
An awkward moment passed outside, an awkwardness that Chen Wen could feel even inside the room. Hearing those words, Chen Wen could not help letting out a scoff of laughter.
There was always something to look forward to, such as Yu Jing returning for the New Year. And before the New Year, several of her aunts and uncles would also visit relatives, meet people, and exchange gifts. What she loved most was seeing Yu Ya and the little girl; she was also deeply fond of her fourth aunt's family.

After an unknown length of time, Mei Ling finally recovered. She raised her head and realized she was actually in Li Yi's arms. Instead of screaming, her face flushed slightly, and she gracefully withdrew from Li Yi's embrace, slowly sitting down. She gathered her wits, though her eyes still carried endless sorrow.
Yong Yueji examined it repeatedly, firmly imprinting the middle-aged man's appearance in her mind. Only then did her spiritual sense quietly withdraw from Lanting Zhi's bedchamber.
Leaving Qin En's house, Qin En walked all the way to the inn with her, chatted for a while, but still needed to go back and tend to the shop, so he hurried back again.