Elite Doting Marriage: Crafty Husband, Aloof Cute Wife

A name had not yet been called out, and Yan Weiye suddenly lifted his feet, angrily approached Yan Runan opposite her. He walked over, bent over, stretched his arms around his collar, and bent over the angry flame approaching him. Nan! "

Jiang Qinglian was frightened, "Great cause!"

She quickly got up, ready to go around.

Yan Weiye turned, glared at her, and yelled, "Go out, get me out."

There are two daughters-in-law and grandsons eating together in the restaurant.

He is an authority at home. No one dares not to listen. Two daughters-in-law hurriedly left the restaurant with their children.

Jiang Qinglian refused to leave. "Waiye, what's the matter with you? Once you get back, it's such a raging fire, and you've started working."

Yan Weiye didn't answer her, pointed at the door and shouted at her: "Jiang Qinglian, let me get out of here first."

Jiang Qinglian's scared neck shrank, and Yan Ruyi, holding her collar on her collar, stood up suddenly, "No shouting at my mother!"

Yan Weiye was pushed back by this sudden movement and almost fell to the dining table. Fortunately, his hand caught the edge of the dining table in time and supported his body.

He didn't pause, turned around, shook his hands, and fell on Yan Runan's face with a slap. "Animals, actually turned!"

"Snap".

Jiang Qinglian was anxious, "Yan Weiye, what are you doing? Why hit my son?"

She walked around, reaching for Yan Weiye's clothes, holding her fist in the other hand, and pushing **** his back.

She had always been gentle and obedient to him, but now he was moving her heart, and of course she couldn't follow.

Yan Weiye turned to stare at her, unable to control his emotions, growled, "Jiang Qinglian, do you know what your good son did?"

"What?" Jiang Qinglian paused, and she stared at Xiang Runan with a gaze. "Ru Nan, what did you do to make your father so angry?"

Ran Nan didn't wait for the answer, Yan Weiye suddenly strode to the entrance of the restaurant, and commanded all the people in the living room: "You all go out to me, you should go upstairs and upstairs."

With a command, no one dared to grind, and in the living room there was no figure in a moment.

Then he turned around and walked to Yan Runan again, looking down at him, his eyes burning with anger.

Jiang Qinglian's gaze swept back and forth between his father's and his son's faces. He still looked blank and confused.

Yan Runan reached out and touched the half face that was beaten, staring at his grandeur, staring at him with a sneer, "I didn't expect you to know so soon."

Yan Weiye did not expect Yan Runan to admit it so quickly, and he was so light-hearted.

"Duck!" He was furious and raised his hand for a while before he could not beat, almost fainted.

Jiang Qinglian quickly hugged him, "Waiye, what are you talking about? Slowly, what are you doing with such anger?"

Yan Runan pulled away the sneer from the corner of his mouth, a cold light flashed in his eyes, and he bitterly said, "Am I more **** than you?"

"You ..." Yan Weiye covered his chest with one hand, and spoke like Nan with one finger, unable to say a word of anger.

However, Yan Runan did not worry about him and was nervous about him, and continued to provoke him with words, "What am I? Rongsheng is a verbalist, and if I ruin it, I will not give those two wild species."

'Snapped'

There was another clear slap, and this slap was full of words.