Chapter 151: Lovely Dou Dou

Jiang Wenxin and Tao Guangxia both have a habit of taking a nap.

Since Shen Siyuan told them to have another Dou Dou, the two, overjoyed, began frequently making babies.

Tao Guangxia, as his own boss, enjoys flexible work hours.

Although Jiang Wenxin is the accountant for Guanghui Animation, she is sent by the investor as a financial representative and holds a special status; no one can discipline her, not even requiring her to clock in or out.

If she doesn't go to work, she just needs to inform the financial manager.

"Should we order each household to strictly monitor their members, or impose a temporary lockdown?" Wang De pondered for a moment—it was a difficult problem. Punishing them wasn't right; controlling them wasn't right either.

The next moment, the corpses turned to pigment floated as if defying gravity, then transformed into tens of thousands of streams that surged wildly toward the sky, merging into the massive eye.

Shen Qing pulled the menu back, deciding to stick with light dishes… and flipped again to the children's meal section.

Although a quilt separated us, holding a beautiful woman still made my heart race.

I only opened my eyes for a moment and closed them right away, so Zhai Bingbing thought I was still asleep.

I heard him speak with such sincerity that I knew he wasn't lying; my heart surged with shock and joy, and gradually I realized the cause of Emperor Hongzhi's death was the hands of the Directorate of Ceremonial—they feared Emperor Hongzhi would continue investigating those connected to Li Guangli, and these people must all be linked to him.

After wandering a while, I suddenly heard shouts ahead; when I got closer, I saw it was stone gambling.

Accompanied by a soft warbling like a oriole, I slowly dismantled the seal that had bound Liu Yi for over twenty years, inch by inch.

She asked him about the location of the medicine case—was Xu Nanxing at Furong Residence? Then the two fell into another argument, and the boss flew into a rage and injured the person?

James walked around the room in a circle and saw only Feng Yanran, that unlucky woman, sitting in the main hall with her legs crossed. James's heart tightened—had Meng Fei left this place? Had he gone?

Early the next morning, Jian Ningmeng opened her eyes to Jian Jicheng's sleeping face—his skin was unusually pale, spotlessly clean; though she'd seen it for over half a year, she still never tired of looking.

"Oh, it's so dark, Director Pei, why didn't you light a lamp?" Pei Jun looked up—somehow, the sky outside had become densely overcast, and the room was pitch-black; Pei Jun stood up, lit an oil lamp, and sat there dazedly in its shadow.

These were warriors forged in mountains of corpses and rivers of blood—how could they ever allow themselves to become mere laborers?

Xia Ningmeng smiled: at seventeen, she naturally lived as her brother's freeloader; after eighteen, she'd become Jian Jicheng's freeloader—this lifetime, she'd be a happy freeloader.

"You!" A melodious male voice pierced through layers of mist and reached her ears, making her turn her head.

The Supreme Deity secretly probed with divine power once more—the man's aura showed no anomaly at all; it was truly strange.

In an instant, as several Elders began speaking, the previously silent Battle Martial Hall turned into a bustling marketplace—everywhere was the sound of haggling, and the Elders argued back and forth, none able to convince the others.

"No!" Pei Jun suddenly roared, rushing toward Sister Zhang, "You did this on purpose!" His eyes glared fiercely at her.

So she never remembered when to go for her prenatal checkups, and recently she's been traveling often—she hasn't had a checkup in a long time.

The villa's grand hall fell into deathly silence; everyone stared in shock at Master Yuan, unsure what had happened.

The slightly worn light truck was already small, and piled high with goods, it was nearly full—there wasn't even room for people to sit; the suited man and his two apprentices had to ride in Zhao Tianming's SUV, while Wang Zhiwei drove his own car.

The auctioneer hadn't expected the man to leave so abruptly; clearly, he had come solely for this item. After thinking it over, the old man couldn't help but shake his head.

Looking down, she saw Old Lady Zhao's cloth bag bulging—she must have taken quite a few things.