Chapter 2555
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"He plucked that flower during art class last week. He's been treating it like a treasure these past few days. He won't even let me, his mother, touch it. He actually gave it to your little girl. It's too hurtful."
Lan Su had unknowingly walked to Yun Jian's side. She shook her head and looked at Zhou Yiran in the distance with a heartbroken expression.
Although Zhou Yiran was only four years old, he had already gone to kindergarten early.
He was very smart and understood at once.
That flower looked like a real flower. When Yun Jian looked at the flower that Zhou Yiran handed to the little girl from a distance, she thought it was a real flower at first glance.
After all, they were surrounded by the sea. There were many coconut trees by the sea, and there were no flowers around to pluck.
"Don't be sad." Yun Jian sat on a rocking chair on the beach, pursing her red lips and smiling.
Lan Su thought that Yun Jian was going to say a few words of comfort.
But Yun Jian's next sentence almost made Lan Su go crazy. "You'll be even sadder in the future."
.....
In the distance, the little girl and the little guy were crawling on the pink beach.
The little girl and the little guy were very sensible. Both of them knew that they couldn't run too far, let alone get close to the beach.
At this moment, Zhou Yiran suddenly walked over and handed the little girl a flower. When the little guy saw it, he fiercely yelled at Zhou Yiran and reached out to snatch the flower.
Taking advantage of his height and age, Zhou Yiran reached out and pushed the little fellow to the side. Then, he squatted down and took the little girl's hand. He gently placed the flower he had made into the little girl's hand.
"It's for you." Zhou Yiran opened his mouth clearly.
"Yaya?" The little girl widened her eyes. Those eyes that seemed to be able to speak seemed to ask Zhou Yiran, "Is this really for me?"
Even if the little girl couldn't speak now.
When Zhou Yiran saw this, as if he could talk to the little girl, he nodded and said, "It's for you. Since you took my flower, you can only be my bride in the future."
The little girl suddenly giggled. She didn't know what a bride was either. She grabbed the flower and played with it happily.
She didn't know that someone had already reserved her life with a flower.
"Yaya! Chi chi chi! " The little fellow was piled up by Zhou Yiran. Like a dead tortoise, he lay on the beach with his belly facing up. He didn't get up for a long time. He gritted his teeth and looked at Zhou Yiran with a fierce expression.
When Yun Jian saw this from afar, she pursed her lips slightly with a blissful expression.
.....
At seven o 'clock in the evening, Qin Yirou organized a barbecue at the beach.
The next day was the engagement banquet. Almost everyone had arrived.
Everyone suggested that since they had nothing to do at night, they might as well hold a barbecue party here.
Everyone was outside at this moment.
Yun Jian saw that the little girl and the little fellow were being watched. She turned around and went back to the house, intending to take a bath.
Si Yi was supposed to arrive in the wee hours of the morning.
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After returning to the rented seaside villa, Yun Jian reaches out to turn on the light in the living room.
Suddenly, a slender large palm pressed down on her small hand.
Another large palm came from behind Yun Jian and covered Yun Jian's mouth.
The person who appeared out of nowhere pulled Yun Jian to the living room table and pushed Yun Jian onto the table that could be entered at any time.
The person covered Yun Jian's mouth and pressed down on Yun Jian with a force that even Yun Jian could not resist, before leaning into her ear.
The moment the familiar voice rang, Yun Jian felt her legs in a miniskirt being pressed down by the familiar figure in the dark villa living room and slowly parted.
"Xiao Jian …"
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