Can You Love Me?

Xin Ai didn't want to see Jane Sawakawa and Tan Tan kissing me. She had been self-regulating for the past two days. She wanted to get out of it as soon as possible. She didn't want to be affected by these things.

If you don't meet, you may miss something less and less.

As long as you meet, there are many things that can't be controlled.

Mrs. Jane frowned. "How can you think this way? Xinai, you are not the one who gave up on it. You forgot what you said to me in the Western restaurant last time. Are you arrogant at the time? Where have you been?"

As long as Xin Ai took out the time and did not want to go to Tan Tan, the key is that she is afraid of the original idea.

Xin Ai shook his head: "But now, unlike before, the Miss Wei is not Miss Tan, let alone... I have promised you... No..." Xin Ai suddenly looked up at Mrs. Jane: "You have not been very Hate me, I am not going to wrap your son now, you should be very happy, how come... will suddenly come over and tell me this?"

Xin Ai was full of vigilance and said: "You... you should not like Tan Hao, so I want to use me to drive away Tan?"

Mrs. Jane’s mouth was soaked. She really didn’t like Xin Ai, but she didn’t like Tan Wei even more, and she was more concerned about the child in Xin’s stomach.

She does not want her son to marry Tan, and he does not want his grandson to be born yet.

Mrs. Jane was worried that she was misunderstood by Xin Ai, but she could not think of a better excuse, so she said: "Why don't you think that I might have a crush on you?"

Xin Ai was shocked and wondered: "I really don't think that I have something that will make you feel good."

Mrs. Jane...

"But you saved me."

"Saved you, that...just handy...not worth mentioning."

Mrs. Jane gently sang, and took up the shelf, saying: "Sure is also a rescue, I am not a ungrateful person, let alone, I just think that between you and Tan, you are better than her."

"Oh..." Xin Ai sighed: "Can I not go today?"

Mrs. Jane shook her head. She brought so many people to come over, just to prevent Xin Ai from going. Since it’s coming, the shelf must be pasted.

Mrs. Jane waved her hand, and the few who made the styling came over, and she set up Xin Ai to let her sit down.

It’s useless for Xin Ai to struggle. The few people called by Mrs. Jan are women, and they are all tall and strong.

When Xin Ai was forced to make up, Mrs. Jane looked around in the living room.

After she finished reading, she shook her head: "Hey, this place is too rudimentary, and Sawakawa is really..."

Mrs. Jane spoke in her heart: I didn’t think my son’s voice before. Now, what his dad said is true. Hey, this house, this decoration, there are so many properties in Mingdu, you can’t change it bigger. Villa?

It’s a woman who is so good, he’s really awkward, it’s a trick...

Mrs. Jane came to the kitchen again and saw that there was a well-organized collection in the kitchen. The oil, salt, and vinegar were all available, and it was obvious that they often cooked for cooking.

Mrs. Jane nodded secretly, and it was really not much to cook into the kitchen this year.

Xin Ai is still good.

Mrs. Jane opened the refrigerator and saw some ingredients in it, and there was still leftovers left, and turned to ask Xin Ai: "Have you eaten today?"

"Ah? What meal do you say?"

Mrs. Jane closed the refrigerator: "You told me first that you had eaten a few meals."

Xin Ai: "One meal."

Mrs. Jane pointed at her anger and couldn't speak, stinking her head, and having a child to eat a meal one day, did she put her child in her heart?

No, she doesn’t know if she is pregnant.

Not right, that day, she clearly said to her friend, may be pregnant.

Oops, in short, no matter whether the child is there or not, people should not be so ill-treated.

Mrs. Jan would never allow her grandson to suffer, so she lost her six-figure bag, picked up her sleeves, and opened the fridge to prepare herself for cooking.

But...

Mrs. Jane thought very well, but the reality was that she gave her a slap.

After a while, she made a scream, the oil in the pot caught fire, scared Xin Ai immediately rushed over, picked up the lid and shut off the gas.

Xin Ai Song breathed, smelling the burning smell, turned to look at Mrs. Jane.

Mrs. Jane was flustered and hadn’t returned from the shock. She was embarrassed to look at Xin Ai: “I... I just thought... I just wanted to cook something for you, I... I didn’t expect it. It will be like this..."

Mrs. Jane grew up spoiled and grew up. After she got married, she was also a noble lady. When she went to the kitchen, she also saw others.

Xin Ai had a bit of a headache, but she did not expect that Mrs. Jane was actually trying to cook for her. She couldn’t help but be surprised for a while.

Although Mrs. Jane did not make anything, Xin Ai remembered her mother.

Her mother passed away for so many years. Apart from her sister, no one has ever cooked for her alone. Even if this meal is not made, this heart is too precious.

Xin Ai’s heart was sour, said: “Thank you, but your hands are definitely not suitable for the spring water. It’s not worried about the kitchen. I’m afraid that if you hurt me, I can’t explain it.”

Mrs. Jane bowed her head: "That... I don't do it..."

Xin Ai wants to comfort a sentence, but think about it, forget it, don't comfort, there is no need for such an intersection between her and Mrs. Jane.

Xin Ai was taken back by the makeup artist to make up, and Mrs. Jan did not run around this time. She called the phone.

Although she can't cook, she can send people.

So long after, the meal that Mrs. Jane sent was just arrived.

"Make up, wait, Sinai, you come to eat, eat more, wait, and you may not have an appetite."

This made Xin Ai very surprised. She just said that she only had one meal. Jane would want to cook for her, could not do it, and let people send it.

Xin Ai really didn't think that Mrs. Jane was so concerned about her, really... I haven't felt that I have been cared for for a long time. What is it?

It is too rare to get care from an elder who can be her mother.

Mrs. Jane has put the food out at one end.

Xin Ai only felt that the fragrance went straight into the nose. She didn't feel hungry when she was hooked. She was hungry. She swallowed: "Do you want me to do this?"

Mrs. Jane gave him a glance: "Otherwise, who do you think will be like you, just one meal a day?"

The special disappointment of Jane’s population seems to be very disliked by Xin Ai.

But Xin Ai smiled and looked at her, sincerely said: "Thank you."

This "thank you" is Xinai's true heartfelt gratitude. The kind of long-lost warmth, similar to the mother's care, makes Xin Ai want to stay close.