Chapter 120 (2/2)

How can I mix in the mall without any means? In this matter, Su Qingyan decided to observe the changes. Even if Jin Beisen got married later, many women of all kinds would often appear around him. Su Qingyan is a person who came here, and no one knows better than him. If Su mutini can't bear to be a Zhou Manchun, the future life will not be easy.

In Su Qingyan's mind, Jin Beisen is already his son-in-law. No matter what way he tries, Su Qingyan wants Jin Beisen to marry his daughter. Su Qingyan is also eager to love his daughter.

In the last two days, Zhang Hong tested Jin Beisen's mind. Jin Beisen is still young, and there is an excuse to avoid it. But when he is 30, even if he is not in a hurry, Jin Jiahe and Shi Huixi will urge him to get married, and then everything will come naturally.

What's more, the threshold of Jin's family is not so low. Not all women can enter. First of all, let Jin Beisen like it.

What Su Qingyan has to do now is to see his daughter remove the obstacles along the way, and when Su Munich has no way, he can help.

Su Mu Ni is coated with a large red nail polish, with a look of glamorous diamonds on it, and the slim fingers grab a picture of Zhou Manchun.

She quietly looked at this picture for a long time. In the picture, Zhou Manchun was wearing a pink dress, which sumuni recognized at a glance. The dress on it was Dior's new autumn style, with a market price of more than 50000 yuan. Sumuni was not envious of Zhou Manchun's wearing that limited edition skirt, she was just envious of Jin Beisen's kindness to Zhou Manchun.

Two people even live together!

”Brush...” A strange voice came from the dead living room.

Su Muni tore Zhou Manchun's picture to pieces, her scarlet pupils with anger, jealousy, beautiful face in an instant ferocious.

Su Qingyan is watching quietly. Su's move is expected by him. It's good to tear up the photos to let her understand her hatred.

The next day.

Jin Beisen went to work. Before going to work, he specially warned Zhou Manchun not to run outside in the hot weather. Zhou Manchun put his words in his heart and sat in the living room playing games.

After playing the game for a long time, Zhou Manchun felt tired with his eyes, so he lay on the sofa and took a nap.

She feels that her life is like a pig. No, it's a pig in captivity. Zhou Manchun doesn't feel like a person who can enjoy her life at home. Although the work in the hospital is very hard, she likes the busy pace of life.

If you lie down quietly like this, Zhou Manchun will start to think.

Tired of such a life, Zhou Manchun felt helpless, so she picked up her mobile phone and brushed her micro blog for a while.

Looking at the circle of friends sent by former college students, they talked about some ordinary trivial matters. But Zhou Manchun felt that this kind of life was very good, at least with distinct emotions, not as heartless as she is now.

I don't know when she's no longer interested in microblogging, but she still looks at other people's microblogs.

When she thought of Weibo, Zhou Manchun's smart head suddenly thought of Jin Beisen. Jin Beisen should have Weibo, too. She immediately picked up the tablet on the tea table, which was Jin Beisen's tablet, and lent it to her to play.