Jiajia's excited smile suddenly fell down, she pouted and said unhappily: "Sister Zhang, how are you? Are you too happy to be named by our president overbearingly? I am so happy that I come in and tell you.

I've been waiting for a long time, but you still haven't responded."

"What...what...?" Zhang Haiyang was still frightened by Zheng Yuanyang's words in front of the TV, his eyes were wandering, and he spoke with a guilty conscience.

Jiajia stretched out her hand, touched Zhang Haiyang's forehead, then put her hand on her own forehead, muttering lowly: "I don't have a fever! Sister Zhang, are you so frightened by our president's words? Why are you so stunned?"

It’s over!”

"How are you talking?" After Zhang Haiyang calmed down and heard what Jiajia said about her, he hit Jiajia on the head violently, "How are you talking, Chang Jiajia! Have you not seen Nie Xiang for a few days?

Trouble, life is not pleasant anymore!"

Nie Xiang and Lu Bowen often came to see her and Dandan. Every time they came, as long as Jiajia was present, Nie Xiang and Jiajia would fight to the death.

Jiajia rolled her eyes and ignored Zhang Haiyang's words, "Aiyou, sister Zhang, what's wrong? Faced with the president's confession to your country, you must be scared to death!"

Is it possible to change the topic???

Jiajia smiled heartlessly, brushed her head twice with her hands, and teased Zhang Haiyang in a low voice.

"Are you envious?" Zhang Haiyang asked with bright eyes twinkling and a faint smile on his lips.

Put the confusion and irritability in my heart just now to the back of my mind.

"I'm envious!" Jiajia replied with a nod.

"Do you think it would be very glorious if you were a man and announced to the whole world that you were his, and then had your photo printed on the front page of major newspapers?"

"Of course. Don't you think it makes you feel like a star? You are popular wherever you go!"

"Damn girl, what do you know?" Zhang Haiyang, who had been smiling like a flower just now, gave Chang Jiajia another violent blow.

He gritted his teeth and said, "You're so beautiful, you're like a prisoner. You're being watched wherever you go."

Jiajia rubbed her sore head, pouted and cursed: "Sister Zhang is not suffering from congestion in her brain, but in her heart. There are probably a few women who would not be moved by a man who loves him and does such a thing for himself."

Just Sister Zhang’s face doesn’t change color, her heart doesn’t beat, and she doesn’t take it to heart at all!”

"Where's Dandan?" Zhang Haiyang also wanted to continue talking to Chang Jiajia, thinking that he hadn't seen his daughter since last night, and his heart felt empty.

"Oh, Dandan is playing in the yard with my grandma, asking her to make a windmill for her."

"Oh!" Zhang Haiyang responded, and then said: "Jiajia, go play with Dandan. I want to be alone for a while, okay?"

There were complicated emotions in her eyes, and she wanted to think about the next thing quietly.

Jiajia finished the gossip and didn't get what she wanted to know, so she left with a dissatisfied pout.

Zhang Haiyang put his hand on his chest to slowly calm down his excited heart.

She walked to the yard and heard Dandan chatting and laughing with Grandma Chang next door.

"Grandma, the windmill is almost ready. Can I paint on it?" That childish voice was as clear and moving as a silver bell.

"Yeah, sure..." Jiajia's grandmother, Grandma Chang, agreed in an old voice, "What color should Dandan paint?"

Zhang Haiyang, who was sitting in the yard next door, could imagine the loving look on Grandma Chang's face at this time.

"I want to paint the windmill red. My second aunt bought Niu Niu a red windmill last time. It was very beautiful. Dandan also wants a red windmill." Jiajia's excited smile suddenly fell down and she pouted.

, said unhappily: "Sister Zhang, how are you? Are you too happy to be named by our president overbearingly? You are so happy that I came in and talked to you for a long time, but you didn't respond."

"What...what...?" Zhang Haiyang was still frightened by Zheng Yuanyang's words in front of the TV, his eyes were wandering, and he spoke with a guilty conscience.

Jiajia stretched out her hand, touched Zhang Haiyang's forehead, then put her hand on her own forehead, muttering lowly: "I don't have a fever! Sister Zhang, are you so frightened by our president's words? Why are you so stunned?"

It’s over!”

"How are you talking?" After Zhang Haiyang calmed down and heard what Jiajia said about her, he hit Jiajia on the head violently, "How are you talking, Chang Jiajia! Have you not seen Nie Xiang for a few days?

Trouble, life is not pleasant anymore!"

Nie Xiang and Lu Bowen often came to see her and Dandan. Every time they came, as long as Jiajia was present, Nie Xiang and Jiajia would fight to the death.

Jiajia rolled her eyes and ignored Zhang Haiyang's words, "Aiyou, sister Zhang, what's wrong? Faced with the president's confession to your country, you must be scared to death!"

Is it possible to change the topic???

Jiajia smiled heartlessly, brushed her head twice with her hands, and teased Zhang Haiyang in a low voice.

"Are you envious?" Zhang Haiyang asked with bright eyes twinkling and a faint smile on his lips.

Put the confusion and irritability in my heart just now to the back of my mind.

"I'm envious!" Jiajia replied with a nod.

"Do you think it would be very glorious if you were a man and announced to the whole world that you were his, and then had your photo printed on the front page of major newspapers?"

"Of course. Don't you think it makes you feel like a star? You are popular wherever you go!"

"Damn girl, what do you know?" Zhang Haiyang, who had been smiling like a flower just now, gave Chang Jiajia another violent blow.

He gritted his teeth and said, "You're so beautiful, you're like a prisoner. You're being watched wherever you go."

Jiajia rubbed her sore head, pouted and cursed: "Sister Zhang is not suffering from congestion in her brain, but in her heart. There are probably a few women who would not be moved by a man who loves him and does such a thing for himself."

Just Sister Zhang’s face doesn’t change color, her heart doesn’t beat, and she doesn’t take it to heart at all!”

"Where's Dandan?" Zhang Haiyang also wanted to continue talking to Chang Jiajia, thinking that he hadn't seen his daughter since last night, and his heart felt empty.

"Oh, Dandan is playing in the yard with my grandma, asking her to make a windmill for her."

"Oh!" Zhang Haiyang responded, and then said: "Jiajia, go play with Dandan. I want to be alone for a while, okay?"

There were complicated emotions in her eyes, and she wanted to think about the next thing quietly.

Jiajia finished the gossip and didn't get what she wanted to know, so she left with a dissatisfied pout.

Zhang Haiyang put his hand on his chest to slowly calm down his excited heart.

She walked to the yard and heard Dandan chatting and laughing with Grandma Chang next door.

"Grandma, the windmill is almost ready. Can I paint on it?" That childish voice was as clear and moving as a silver bell.

"Yeah, sure..." Jiajia's grandmother, Grandma Chang, agreed in an old voice, "What color should Dandan paint?"

Zhang Haiyang, who was sitting in the yard next door, could imagine the loving look on Grandma Chang's face at this time.
Chapter completed!