Five Villain Daddies Are Fighting To Spoil Me

Ye Sang stuffed toast into his mouth, his face was bulging, and after tasting the taste, he was even fond of Duan Jinyan's cooking skills.

She sincerely suggested to him, "Brother really. If you don't do anything in the future, you can really be a cook."

She likes to cook.

But the cook at home is not as good as Duan Jinyan's cooking, and Ye Sang doesn't know where this person's cooking skills are, he has cooked before, but not many times, and she has never eaten since the breakup.

But think about it, who is he? From now on, the entire imperial capital will be his world. How can this kind of wise man have time to cook for her.

Ye Sang was just talking, she bit the spoon, ate the little chaos in the bowl, and shook her drooping calf happily.

Duan Jinyan leaned his elbows on the armrest of the sofa, tilted his head slightly to support his arms, glanced at her, raised his eyelids, and said nothing.

Ye Sang didn't know what he was thinking all day long.

This kind of unrealistic words is only what she can say.

Be a cook?

He smiled.

Who would let go of the monstrous power and be willing to be an ordinary person?

Ye Sang also understood his thoughts, and was too lazy to argue with Duan Jinyan about these useless words. She swallowed, and after filling her stomach, she stood up and patted the man next to her, and said happily, "Let's go, brother~"

The girl bent her eyes towards him, her dimples were soft, and she looked very cute.

Ye Sang is always easy to talk after eating, unlike before when he didn't have a good face.

Duan Jinyan lazily squinted Ruifeng's eyes, tilted his head and looked at her thoughtfully.

I didn't expect this little girl to be so easy to coax.

It's not that she didn't cook breakfast for her before, but this attitude is quite different.

...

The various forces in the imperial capital are intertwined, and the Song family is considered an old family, but it is a pity that the younger generation has not lived up to it, and the family is also declining day by day. Mr. Song saw that the prince of the Duan family was trying to win them over, and immediately disregarded his son's wishes and forcibly let them go. He and Miss Duan's family made a couple.

In his opinion, young master Duan is not a treasure, so what's so bad about marrying the daughter of the Duan family through a commercial marriage?

Besides, the little girl is also pretty, can Song Qi not be happy?

However, the facts proved that Song Qi was not happy.

He is rebellious by nature, not to mention that something went wrong on the wedding day, it is due to the collusion between him and the Duan family members to keep things in order, otherwise, if the wedding scene is properly organized, Patriarch Duan may not be able to break in, no matter how powerful he is.

There were not many insiders on the day of the accident, and most of them were kept in the dark. Ye Sang reported to his family that he was safe in advance.

It wouldn't cause much trouble.

This is Song Qi, who left his bride behind on the wedding night, went to the bar to get drunk, ordered several princesses in one go, he is a complete playboy.

Mr. Song is a man who hates iron but not steel.

But what can they do? This is a done deal, can we still get a divorce? There are so many commercial marriages, each of which is playing its own game, didn't Huanhuan say anything?

Ye Sang ran into their bedroom without even calling the Song family.

The Song family can be regarded as a big family, and when one stepped into the bedroom, one's goal was the luxurious objects around. When she opened the bead curtain, the golden decoration inside almost didn't blind her eyes.

As soon as he opened the door, he heard Duan Huanhuan's sneering voice:

"It's only the second day and you can't wait to find mistress?"

"If you want to play outside, I don't care how many you find, just die outside."

The girl pinched her mobile phone, lowered her eyelashes, and spoke in a harsh and sharp tone, completely different from her original appearance.

Or how to say, marriage is the grave?

Ye Sang didn't bother her, and hung her head lazily. Seeing her friend like this, her mood, which was not good at first, sank even further. She waited quietly for the other party to finish the call,

"Huanhuan?"

The girl yelled softly.

Duan Huanhuan was taken aback by the sudden voice. When she hung up the phone, she looked very ugly. She turned her head and saw her friend stunned for a few seconds, and she cried out in surprise.

"Sangsang?"

"How did you come?"

Duan Huan stepped forward briskly, looked at Ye Sang carefully, a little incredulous, grabbed her arm and asked nervously, "Are you okay at the wedding the day before yesterday?"

"Did my brother take you away?"

If Duan Jinyan wanted to protect someone she couldn't protect, the situation was so chaotic that day, and she was taken away after just a quick glance.

Although her friend had already reported that she was safe, she was still vaguely worried.

This uneasiness comes from distrust of her brother.

After all, no one knew this brother better than Duan Huanhuan. If he said that he was nice to someone for no reason, without any intention, then she thought it was hell.

Ye Sang shook her head, looked at Huanhuan carefully, her eyes were a little sore, she stretched out her hand and hugged her, and said in a low voice, "...if Song Qi dares to bully you, tell me."

"I'll beat him up for you."

Don't talk about Song Qi, even his own father can only act as a petty servant in front of her.

There is really no one in the upper class who Ye Sang can't afford to mess with.

The girl seemed to be very angry, and pulled her face as soon as she entered the room. Duan Huanhuan knew that she was angry, so she touched the other person's head, sighed melancholy, and hugged her back, "Good boy."

"If he wants to fool around outside, then he can play."

Want to be angry?

That must be anger.

But it's useless, and she doesn't expect Song Qi to take care of his family.

Song Qi is willing to play, so she doesn't bother to care about it. The red flags in the family like business marriage are not down, and there are many colorful flags flying outside.

...

The two talked for a long time in the room, and Ye Sang came down from upstairs at noon. She was just visiting, and she was too embarrassed to disturb them for too long at the moment, so she said goodbye to her friend and prepared to leave.

"Why are you still here?"

Ye Sang blinked, looking at Duan who was sitting on someone else's sofa like the uncle, a little surprised.

The man who was leaning on the sofa like a boneless man raised his eyelids and laughed, dragging his tone lazily, biting his words, and said clearly: "Wait for you."

Ye Sang: "..."

What can she do.

Duan Jinyan was indeed waiting for her, but he just communicated with the Song family while he was waiting. He was already impatient, and he couldn't understand why these girls always had so much to say.

He even said that during school, he always felt that the girls in his school were chattering like ducks.

"Let's go. What are you looking at?" The man squinted Ruifeng's eyes, stretched out his hand to touch her face, because he got up early and was so sleepy, he drooped his eyelids, and stretched out his hand to wrap around the slender waist of the person in front of him.

Ye Sang's heart skipped a beat, and she turned her head, her cat eyes constricted for a moment.

Something cold was pressed against her waist.

"Gun?" It's not that Ye Sang has never seen it before, she saw it several times when she followed Shen Chuchen, and was even taught.

It's just that she never expected that he would be so bold as to swagger through the streets with a gun in his hand.

The man gave a noncommittal laugh, and then saw Ye Sang struggling a few times. She came back to her senses, stepped on him expressionlessly, and said, "Let go of me first."

This is crazy.

Rao Ye Sang, who already knew that he was abnormal, still felt his scalp tingle when he knew that he was holding a gun.

Taking a deep breath, Ye Sang pointed at the gun in his pocket, with a wooden face, and his tone didn't fluctuate, "You have to panic."

In this case, being so close to a terrorist with a gun, no one would be afraid.

Duan Jinyan could hear what she meant, he pressed something cold against her waist, lowered his head lazily, like a poisonous snake spit out a letter, and chuckled lightly: "Would you like to try?"

Ye Sang: "..."