Why are two people who look exactly the same on the same birthday? Why are they not related by blood?

Ye Weilan walked out of Ye Yan's room in a tangle and slowly moved to the dining table: "Qi Ye."

Beauty Qi looked up at her.

"I just recognized myself as a sister."

Qi Ye nodded: "What about?"

"Ye Yan's birthday is the same day as me," Ye Weilan looked at him with clear eyes: "Is there too many coincidences?"

Qi Ye leaned back lazily: "Lan, your birthday was decided by your mother based on the day she picked you up."

In other words, what day is her real birthday? She is still a mystery.

Ye Weilan pouted and sat in his arms: "Qi Ye, I recognize Ye Yan as a sister not just to help Yi Sa. The main reason I like her is. If Ye Yan doesn't want to do so, can we..."

"After helping us, the rest depends on the luck of the two of them." Qi Ye pinched the tip of her nose.

Ye Weilan thought about it and this was the case. She stood up with a smile: "It's cold, I'll go and send Xiaoxue some clothes."

Qi Ye raised his eyelids and looked at her.

Miss Ye stood attentively and raised her hand and swore: "Husband, I promise to be at peace and never cheat!"

Qi Ye was amused by his wife: "Go, remember to wear thicker clothes."

Ye Weilan kissed him with a smile, walked into the room and changed into a coat, and gave Ye Yan two of his clothes. After that, he took Xiaoxue's clothes out.

The temperature in October drops as soon as possible, with sunshine shining brightly in the morning and cold winds in the afternoon.

Ye Weilan held Xiaoxue's fluffy down jacket, thinking that the little girl was getting taller and her clothes would soon be replaced.

"stop!"

Suddenly, a sharp woman's voice nailed her footsteps.

This sound is a bit familiar. Ye Weilan just heard it yesterday. She turned her eyes and saw a group of people next to the flower bed not far away.

The one who spoke was the old woman who ordered her to see Mrs. Kamila yesterday.

Ye Weilan didn't look at the woman, but looked at her, the woman sitting on the chair.

In her imagination, Madame Camilla should be a fierce and arbitrary old woman, but in fact, she looks like a kind old lady, with a silver head combed into a graceful bun, with not many wrinkles on her face, noble and elegant. If it weren't for those eyes with strong scrutiny, it would almost make people think that this was just an ordinary old lady.

Ye Weilan smiled without expression. If he couldn't invite her, would he come to block her?

It's so satisfying that His Majesty's mother has fallen to this point.

On her beautiful face, she did not hide her pleasure and disdain.

While she was looking at Mrs. Camilla, the other party was also looking at her.

When she saw this girl for the first time, she almost thought that the woman who had been more than 20 years ago was back. They were so similar, even her soft and beautiful smile was the same.

But soon, she overturned the idea.

Because the woman looked at her, she was cold, sharp and ruthless, and hatred, and she was completely looking at her enemy.

Mrs. Camilla was instantly sure that she was different from her mother. That weak and beautiful woman would never have such a look.
Chapter completed!