Chapter: 1301
As for the second daughter, Father Si only wants her to live a happy life. If she gets married in the future, he will definitely prepare a generous dowry so that she will have no worries about food and clothing in the future.
However, Father Si was still wrong, Si Qianqian was not satisfied with getting a dowry, what she wanted was the entire Si family property, even if she didn't have all of it, she would still want half of it.
Zhan Qingye originally wanted to have dinner with Si Qingning, but he had a meeting to hold, so he had to rush back to the company first.
Si Qingning separated from him first. After this time of jealousy and anger, both of them recognized their inner thoughts and how much they liked each other.
When Zhan Qingye was driving in the direction of the company, his cell phone rang, and he picked it up to see his cousin, whom he hadn't contacted for a while.
"Hello, brother."
"Auntie said, you got a girlfriend? You didn't lie to us this time, did you?" Xi Jiuchen asked with a low voice, laughing.
Because Zhan Qingye had lied to them many times with this matter before, and now, as expected, he said that he had a girlfriend, but they didn't believe it anymore, and he couldn't laugh or cry, "I lied to you, I really have to have a girlfriend." , I will introduce you to her some other day." Zhan Qingye replied seriously.
And at this moment, a tender Yiyaya voice came from the other end of the phone, mixed with an unclear voice, "Daddy..."
Zhan Qingye's heart softened immediately, "Oh! My little niece, your voice is too cute!"
"He's a little stalker." Xi Jiuchen's doting voice came.
"I'm so envious! Brother, I want to have a daughter as cute as Britney." Zhan Qingye was so envious that he was drooling, thinking of the milky and milky little meatballs when he went to see his little niece last time , simply love it.
"Then hurry up! When the time comes, I will have a little sister and little brother to play with Tiantian." After Xi Jiuchen finished speaking, he smiled and said to his daughter, "Tiantian, do you want to?"
There was another inaudible Yi Yaya's voice, and Xi Jiuchen's voice came, "Okay, let's stop talking, I have to see my daughter."
"Brother, don't you still work at home?" Zhan Qingye asked curiously. The last time I went there, I found that my cousin had moved the office back home because his cute little niece couldn't leave for a moment. He, as long as he saw him go, cried a lot.
Therefore, in order to take care of his daughter, Xi Jiuchen took care of his work at home.
"Hmm! I don't have to go to the company for the past six months. I just work at home. Tiantian can't do without me." When he said this, someone's voice was doting and proud.
"Okay! I'll come to see my nephews some other day, and I'll make an appointment to play with them by the way."
"Okay, then I'll wait for your wedding wine to drink." After Xi Jiuchen finished speaking, he hung up.
Zhan Qingye couldn't help but began to dream in his mind, what would his and Si Qingning's future children be like?
Like her or like yourself? Thinking about it, a smile appeared on the corner of his mouth, like a smirk.
Xi's villa.
On the grass under the sunset in the evening, a little boy playing football was playing happily. A rickety little milk ball came down from the hall. He was one year and two months old, with thick short hair at the ears, windy. When she blew it, some of it exploded, which made her chubby little face extremely cute.
Little hands and legs like lotus roots, and a fat physique on the body and face, but those big black grape-like eyes, small nose and small mouth, are as beautiful as a doll.
"Brother...Brother..." The little guy waved his little arms and swayed towards his brother. Behind her, the man who stepped down was handsome, charming, mature and calm. King's aura.
And the little tits in front of him only reached his knees, small and fat.
"Daddy..." The little guy was going to play with his brother, but when she turned around, she hugged one of her father's legs, expressing that she wanted to hug her. JrNovels.com