heir union was also an accident, which led to him 。At first, Leng Yechen's father didn't know that his mother was Leng Zhicheng. He mistakenly thought that it was his original wife who had spent the n...But as Ji Siyan just stepped through the door, Leng Zhujian immediately reached out and grabbed her arm, pushing her towards the exit.
"What do you mean" Leng Zh Jing's face was tight, his voice cold and low as he questioned.
Ji Siyan stood firm, a smile on her lips: "President Leng, I just want to make friends with Mrs. Leng, so that in the future, we can live harmoniously."
"E Mo doesn't need a friend like you." Leng Zhu Jing said sharply.
Ji Siyan nonchalantly walked up to Leng Zhujing, tiptoed closer, and whispered in his ear, "Ajing, trust me, okay I really want to be friends with Yimo."
Leng Zhucheng hesitated after hearing her words. Just as he couldn't make up his mind, a "click" of the door opening sounded from behind him.
"Here I am, daytime. Look, how does this look on me" Tong Yimo came out of the bedroom.
Ji Siyan took the opportunity to shake off Leng Zhujing's hand, carrying two large bags of things and wearing high heels, she walked straight in.
"Madam, I bought some delicious food and would like to share it with you."
As she spoke, Ji Siyan placed the bag in her hand on the coffee table in the living room. When she looked intently at Tong Yimo, her body suddenly froze.
Tong Yimo was wearing a water pink chiffon dress at the moment. Her complexion was fair, and the overlapping layers of the skirt fell heavily, making her legs look slender and long.
Lán Zhūjǐng closed the door and followed in. Unintentionally, he glanced at Tóng Yǐmò, and was instantly captivated by her, seeing something extraordinary in her eyes.
Ji Siyan looked at Tong Yimo's current appearance, and in an instant, she felt as if she had seen herself back in high school.
She clearly remembered that Ajing had told her that she looked like a little princess when she wore the pink dress.
At this very moment, Tong Yimò is no different.
"You can still call me Yimo! Mrs. Leng sounds so strange!" Tong Yimo said with a smile.
Ji Siyan came back to her senses and, acting on the principle of seniority, started getting close to Tong Yimo. "I'm older than you, so from now on, call me Sister Siyan. I'll call you Yimo."
Tong Yimo nodded without hesitation.
Ji Siyan hurriedly stepped forward and pulled Tong Yimo to the sofa beside the tea table.
Leng Zhujing always felt that the three of them were in an odd atmosphere when they were in a room together, so he went to the rocking chair on the balcony and lay down by himself.
Tong Yimo just wanted to call out to Leng Zhujing, but Ji Siyan took the opportunity to strike first, opening a topic and drawing Tong Yimo's attention to herself.
"Yi Mo, I heard Leng Zong say that you like to eat fruits and sweets. It just so happens that I love them too. So, I bought some extra. Let's eat together!" Ji Siyan said with a smile.
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Tong Yimo looked at Ji Siyan's face. Although her makeup was exquisite, her brows and eyes were somewhat similar to Ji Yashan.
They both happened to share the surname "Ji" ...
Could it be that she had fate with the woman surnamed "Ji"
Tong Yimo hadn't guessed that Ji Siyan was Ji Yasan's elder sister from the same father but different mothers.
"Yi Mo, your skin is so well-maintained. You never wear makeup, do you" Ji Siyan reached out and touched Tong Yi Mo's cheek.
Tong Yimo grinned, her bright eyes twinkling as she replied, "That's right! That's right! Everyone says my skin is good!"
"Do you have any secrets" Ji Siyan's eyes lit up with anticipation as she asked.
Tong Yimo then told Ji Siyan all the skincare methods she knew, without leaving out a single word.
Ji Siyan took the initiative to open the conversation, and she chatted animatedly with Tong Yimo while they ate.
As the saying goes, knowing your enemy and yourself will ensure victory in a hundred battles.
Ji Siyan felt she should learn more about Tong Yimo, so that in the future, she could find an opportunity to take action against her.
On the patio, the cold midday sun would occasionally turn its head to look inside.
The two women were chatting merrily, showing no sign of discord whatsoever.
Can a wife and lover really coexist peacefully
"Zizi——zizi—"
The phone in his pocket suddenly vibrated. Leng Zhujing pulled himself back from his thoughts, took out his phone, answered the call, and looked up at the night sky.
"Ajing, has Yimo arrived at your place" Leng Yechen's emotionless inquiry came from the receiver.
Cold Daylight frowned and replied, "Hmm, she's with me."
"As long as she arrived safely, that's all that matters." Leng Yechen said calmly.
"Big brother, it's just..." Leng Zhujing held his phone to his ear, and suddenly remembered the information about his mother's death that Ji Siyan had shown him. He was about to ask his older brother, Leng Yecheng, about it, but he hesitated.
Leng Ye Chen also noticed Leng Zhu Jing's abnormality, but he still asked calmly, "What is it"
"It's nothing, I just want to thank big brother for taking care of Yimo this time." Leng Zhujing continued.
Leng Ye calmly replied, “You’re welcome.”
On the other side, Leng Yechen sat on the roof, looking at the full moon in the night sky. He actually felt very guilty in his heart.
He promised Ah Jing he would take care of Yi Mo, but he...
Cold Night Chin raised his hand, staring at it blankly.
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