Along the way,Xie Yuqiao was singing in her heart. Of course,it was the song "Bride Hu Yang ".
Sometimes,God was fair. A while ago,Xie Yuqiao felt like he had fallen into eighteen levels of hell and suffered a calamity that he had not suffered in the past twenty-one years. But what did I say? The place where fortune lurks,the place where fortune depends. This wasn't,it was n' t the best. The good days of Xie Yuqiao should have arrived.
Xie Yuqiao thought happily. Mother's illness had been a good day. That Bai Yinmo and her mother were actually able to talk to her like normal people. Although there were still some sarcasm,it made her ears sell better.
The most important thing was that her research paper and the poor Agricultural Bank Card had returned to Zhao and returned to the original
