Chapter 151: Cute Dou Dou

Jiang Wenxin and Tao Guangxia both had the habit of taking a noon nap.

Ever since Shen Siyuan told them to have Dou Dou again, the two, overjoyed, began making babies frequently.

Tao Guangxia himself was the boss, so his work schedule was free.

Although Jiang Wenxin was the accountant of Guanghui Comics, she was a finance officer dispatched by the investors; her status was special, no one could manage her, and she didn't even need to clock in for work or leave.

If she didn't go to work, she just needed to say hello to the finance manager.

"Everyone, is it feasible to order each household to guard strictly, or to confine them for a period?" Wang De thought for a moment; it was truly a difficult problem. Punishing was not right, managing was not right either.

In the next instant, the pigments formed from the corpses, defying gravity, began to float, then turned into tens of thousands of streams of water, crazily flowing toward the sky and merging into that giant eye.

Shen Qing pulled the menu back, thinking it should be light-based... so he flipped back to the children's meal section.

Although a quilt separated us in between, holding a beauty still gave me a feeling of a racing heart.

I just opened my eyes for a moment and quickly closed them again, so Zhai Bingbing thought I was still asleep.

Hearing him speak so earnestly, I was certain he wouldn't deceive me; my heart was both shocked and delighted, and I gradually clarified the cause of Emperor Hongzhi's death: it was the work of the Imperial Household Department. They feared Emperor Hongzhi would continue to investigate those related to Li Guangli; it seemed all these people were connected to him.

After strolling for a while, I suddenly heard shouts coming from ahead; when I got close, I saw they were gambling on rough stones.

Accompanied by a murmur like a golden oriole, the restrictions planted on Liu Yi for over twenty years were dismantled by me inch by inch.

They even asked him where the medicine chest was; could it be that Xu Nanxing was at Furong Ju? Then the two argued again, the boss lost his temper and injured them?

James turned around the room a full circle and only saw that unlucky woman, Fu Yanran, sitting with her legs crossed in the main hall. James's heart tightened; had Meng Fei left this place and gone?

Early the next morning, Jian Li Meng opened her eyes to see Jian Jicheng's sleeping face; his skin was extraordinarily white, clean and spotless. Although she had seen it for over half a year, she still couldn't get enough.

"Yo, so dark, Physician Pei, why don't you light a lamp?" Pei Jun looked up; he didn't know when, but outside the clouds were already thick and dark, and inside it was so dark one could hardly see anything. Pei Jun got up, lit the oil lamp, and then sat dazedly in the lamp's shadow.

Those were all fought out from mountains of corpses and rain of blood; how could they possibly allow themselves to become a handyman?

Xia Li Meng smiled; at seventeen, she naturally acted as her brother's rice worm; after eighteen, she would become Jian Jicheng's rice worm; for this life, she would just sit as a happy rice worm.

"You!" A pleasant male voice cut through the heavy mist and entered her ears, making her turn her head.

The Main God secretly used divine power to investigate again; the aura on that person showed no abnormalities at all; truly strange.

In an instant, as several elders spoke, the originally quiet Zhanwu Hall instantly turned into a vegetable market. Everywhere were voices of bargaining; the several elders argued back and forth, unable to convince anyone.

"No!" Pei Jun suddenly shouted loudly; he rushed to Zhang Sao's front. "You did this on purpose, didn't you?" His eyes stared viciously at her.

So she never remembered when she should go for the prenatal checkup, and recently she was always going out, so she hadn't been checked for a long time.

The villa's hall was dead silent; everyone looked at Master Yuan in shock, not knowing what had happened.

That somewhat worn-out light truck was already not big; piling a bunch of things on it, it was almost full; people couldn't even sit. The suit-wearing man and his two disciples could only sit in Zhao Tianming's off-road vehicle, while Wang Zhiwei drove his own car.

The auctioneer elder also didn't expect this person to leave so decisively; it seemed this person definitely came for this item. Thinking for a moment, the elder couldn't help but shake his head.

Looking down, she saw the cloth bag in Aunt Zhao's hand was bulging, looking like she had taken quite a lot of things.