< img height="1" width="1" style="display:none" src="https://www.facebook.com/tr?id=433806094867034&ev=PageView&noscript=1" />

Text:

Comment:

Chapter 1350

Words:1045Update:22/07/13 04:06:32

Report

Ji Zuo lowered his head and glanced at Summer.

Summer said, "I can't do anything since all of you are here."

Ji Zuo didn't say anything.

Indeed, it looked like Summer had given up her position as the commander.

Summer followed Ji Zuo out of the ward with them. She changed into sterile clothes and went in to see Oranges.

Oranges was asleep and looked very adorable. He was already fair and chubby.

Murong Qianqian said, "Young Master has been sleeping very well at night, but his lungs haven't developed yet and he can't breathe on his own. He still has to stay in the incubator for a month."

Weiwei listened and looked at Oranges quietly. She had used all her strength to keep them alive!

Everyone wished them well in their hearts, including Summer.

Such a child was really adorable.



Back at the main hall of the President's Palace, everyone watched the gala and celebrated New Year's Eve.

He Lianxiao gave the little guy and Dacha a red packet each. He also gave one to Little Pomelo and one to Weiwei.

Xia Sang also gave each of the children a red packet.

Weiwei received the red packet. There was a different feeling in her heart. It was the warmth of home.

She looked at Xia Sang and He Lianxiao. "I'm already so old. Do I still have to give red packets?"

He Lianxiao looked at Weiwei. "No matter how old you are, you will always be a child in the eyes of Daddy and Mommy. You will always have to be given red packets."

He stroked Weiwei's head.

Xia Sang hugged Weiwei.

Summer looked on enviously from the side.

She was all alone!

Moreover, she had never received red packets in the past when she was in the assassin organization.

Xia Sang glanced at Summer. After all, they were related by blood. As long as she behaved well in the future, she would let bygones be bygones.

After a while, she asked in a low voice, "Do you want red packets too?"

Summer nodded.

Xia Sang gave her one.

Summer took it and opened it. There was a thousand dollars inside. "Thank you, Aunty."

Xiasang looked at Summer and hoped that this child would not go astray in the future and learn from her elder sister.

Actually, every child was born an angel. How they grew up was all due to the education of their parents.

He Lianxiao glanced at it and gave Summer a red packet.

At any time, an additional enemy was not a good thing.

As long as he could repent and turn over a new leaf, it was better than becoming a mortal enemy.

Xia said, "Thank you, Uncle-In-Law."

He Lianxiao gave Summer a meaningful look.

Summer knew what he meant.

On New Year's Eve, he received two sets of red envelopes. He was very happy.

Speaking of which, she was the elder of Little Pomelo, Little Dragon Eye, and Dacha. Shouldn't she give it to them too?

After some consideration, she looked at Ji Zuo and leaned over to ask softly, "Can you give me three red packets?"

Ji Zuo left the room.

Summer followed him.

Ji Zuo said, "Why did you think it through?"

Summer walked behind them and glanced at Ji Zuo. "You're so annoying, but I think they treat you quite well. They don't treat you like they treat their subordinates."

Ji Zuo harrumphed lightly and didn't say anything else.

When he returned to his room, he found three red packets and gave them to Summer.

Then he gave four red packets and gave them to Summer. "If you don't behave in the future, I will chop off your hands and feet."

Summer glanced at Ji Zuo. "You're so fierce. You won't be able to find a girlfriend."

Fierce?

Ji Zuo narrowed his eyes. "Return the red packet."

Summer said, "No!"

She put it away and took out a thousand and eight hundred dollars from the red packets she received. She divided it into three portions and put them separately.

You've already exceeded your reading limit for today. If you want to read more, please log in.


Login
Select text and click 'Report' to let us know about any bad translation.