Thank you for Waiting, Mister Tang!

He was still softer than her. Although he hated her in his heart, blamed her, and thought about how arrogant, but his little girl is really amazing, really different from before.

If he did that again, she would really not want him.

So, he begged in a low voice: "I broke up with her, will you come back to me?"

Xueer lowered her eyes, "Ye Muyun, I can't give you anything! Don't start again when it's over, otherwise it will only hurt."

He hugged her tightly, and his voice was a little confusing: "No, not this time."

He hugged her tightly and exhausted her strength, she seemed to be crushed in his blood by him.

It hurts, but she... didn't push him away.

I was held quietly by him, trying to tell myself that it was the last time.

But he didn't allow her to have such thoughts. He kissed her lips as soon as he lowered his head, and kissed her hard in a small space. The kiss was out of control... the kiss was staggering.

His body was against the cupboard behind, and she was sitting in his arms.

She still couldn't stand his temptation, and she hugged his neck with her little hand and sent herself in front of him.

This kiss slowly became painful... it mixed all their thoughts, all their unwillingness, and all their anger.

When he let go of her, she realized she was crying.

Tears flowed to his neck, and also stained his cheeks...

Ye Muyun stretched out her hand and gently shaved her little face, her voice was low, "Why are you crying?"

He was no longer willing to treat her like that, and gently kissed the tears off her little face one by one.

Xue'er's tears couldn't stop, falling down again and again... She looked at him with nostalgia, and a touch of pain.

Suddenly, she put her red lips together and actively kissed him...

He hasn't hugged her for too long, how could he bear it?

The kiss is so long, it almost goes wrong, in such an open kitchen!

Finally, there was a sound at the door, and they woke up.

At the door, it was Zhao Yan.

He seemed to look at the two in surprise, and chuckled, "That Ye always continues to cook...meal."

Zhao Yan left in a very good mood. He probably doesn't need work these days. Just hand it to Ye Muyun directly.

Xueer was still sitting in Ye Muyun's arms, and he was sitting on the ground, so I couldn't see it.

She tucked her hair in confusion, then stood up with a rub, "Zhao Yan."

He didn't stop, but still put his hand, "I have no interest in being an audience, and be careful. The camera will come over to take pictures at any time. If you don't want to be famous, restrain yourself."

As if thinking of something, Zhao Yan suddenly turned his head and grinned, "If you really can't help it, you can go back to the room. The big deal is for the lines. This is a good reason. Now the entertainment industry says this. "

Xueer smashed a potato at will, Zhao Yan gently avoided it, smiling happily.

Xueer stared at his back, and suddenly felt a feeling--

It was not that she came with Zhao Yan, but Zhao Yan came with her!

She stopped Zhao Yan: "Uncle."

She seldom called him that, because it was serious.

Zhao Yan turned his head, looked at her, and smiled slightly, "It's what you think!"

Xueer...you learn psychology!

And... don't mess with the mandarin duck book, okay!

She opened her small mouth and didn't say a word for a long time, so she could only watch him leave.

"Still angry?" Ye Muyun's voice came in his ear.

Xueer took a deep breath and turned back, "Ye Muyun, we can only be ordinary friends."

"Call my brother and say that sentence again." His tone was weak.