The Full-level Boss Took the Sick and Weak Script

Finally, she looked at Jiang Beiyu, and a confused expression appeared on the strong woman's face.

It was only then that Shen Musi remembered that he hadn't told his dear mother that his cousin had a boyfriend.

So she coughed dryly, "Mom, this is Xiao Zhi's boyfriend, Jiang Bei Yu."

Jiang Beiyu only felt that the eyes falling on him suddenly became sharper.

"..."

As the saying goes, if the enemy does not move, I will not move, Jiang Beiyu let him look at him, relying on Su Nanzhi's love for him, he felt that his position was quite stable.

Then everyone saw that the strong woman's expression softened in an instant, and she said to Su Nanzhi: "You child, your eyes are similar to mine and your mother's, you only like good-looking ones."

"..."

It's true, the British uncle in the door didn't show any trace of middle-aged fat, on the contrary, he had the unique charm of a mature man. Both Shen Musi and his sister had obvious mixed-race faces, with beautiful marks.

That cute kid looks a lot like his father.

Shen Musi made an introduction to both parties, and then everyone sat down.

Aunt Su Nanzhi and An Yunhuai, although their demeanor looks like a strong woman, but they get along with their family members in a different way in private.

She asked a lot of questions at the dinner table, and also asked about Su Nanzhi's relatives on his father's side.

In fact, Su Nanzhi didn't need to answer, they checked it too.

Fortunately, the niece has not been short of money since she was a child, and their parents are quite foresight.

What was even more bitter was that An Yunhuai had been lost for eighteen years.

These years may have passed, but when I really walked through it step by step, looking back, I am full of sadness.

"Zhi Zhi, your cousin will be developing in China these few years, if you need help with something, feel free to ask him, don't be shy to ask." Shen Fanzhi instructed.

The relationship between her and her sister is actually good, but no one knows which will come first, tomorrow or the accident.

Her sister had many misfortunes in her life, especially with regard to her children.

It is a blessing to have both sons and daughters, but it is not a big problem because they are born deficient, but losing a child is something that is difficult to let go even after blood and tears. Later, the husband and wife had an accident, leaving the daughter alone.

It's hard to imagine what would have happened to the little girl if she had lived in the Su family all these years.

Shen Fanzhi is a very sensible person, she knows that she shouldn't blame the man her younger sister fell in love with, his foresight has protected her daughter for a long time, but as an older sister, it's hard for her not to complain.

"Okay, auntie." Su Nanzhi recognized the elder.

The meal they ate was quite harmonious. The foreign uncle of Su Nanzhi and An Yunhuai also had a Chinese name, also surnamed Shen, called Shen Fan, and he spoke fluent Chinese, so authentic that Jiang Beiyu himself They were all in a daze, as if the other party was a local who had lived in Beijing for decades.

At the dinner table, the little cousin of the siblings enlivened the atmosphere very well. She couldn't sit still and went back and forth between her parents and brothers and sisters.

Until she finally harassed Jiang Beiyu, the innocent and childish voice said: "Brother, are you also the brother of my sister and brother? Who is older between you and my big brother?"

I have to say that at such a young age, she is so articulate, this child has a future, but the frequency of "brother" in her mouth is too high.

Jiang Beiyu finally couldn't hold back, bowed his head and said to the child, "Good boy, call me brother-in-law."

I'm so pissed off... Last night, I made a poisonous oath not to drink milk tea for three days, but I couldn't protect my stroller. I was so reserved, and today it was found to be blocked by the audit... I was so angry that I immediately nodded Had a cup of milk tea, so sad oh my god (tears of noodles)