Thank you for Waiting, Mister Tang!

After Shen Ting finished speaking, Yihuan looked at him blankly, watching a suspicious thin red on his face.

"Brother, you're blushing again." Xiaoyi screamed, and then climbed onto Shen Ting's knees, holding his face in his small hands, looking left and right, very curious.

Shen Ting's face became even more red, and he put his face aside in embarrassment, and then said in a low voice, "I don't have one."

Little Yihuan smiled evilly, "Brother, you have it, and your face is red again."

Then he hopped down, hopped, and made a grimace at Shen Ting when he turned his head, so Shen Ting whispered a few words...

However, the child Qin Yihuan couldn't hear it anymore, and ran away hopping around.

Shen Ting let out another long breath, then got up and slowly went downstairs to wait.

He sat on the sofa, flipping through magazines in all kinds of boredom, passing the time to hide his inner throbbing.

She is too young, and waiting for her to grow up is a long process.

And this process will be painful and somewhat sweet.

Qin Mo and He Huan went downstairs, Yi Huan was in front, and after jumping over, they called out for brother.

Shen Ting raised his eyes: "Alright?"

He is really a good-looking and expensive boy. He Huan couldn't help being flashed when he stood up.

Shen Ting's appearance was no less jet lag than Qin Mo Nian, and it was a bit more gentle.

When He Huan lost his mind like this, Qin Mo saw it, and Mr. Qin's heart was full of jealousy.

He stared at He Huan and snorted for a long time: "Mrs. Xiao Qin, let me remind you that Shen Ting is only 13 years old!"

He Huan knew it in his heart, but he pretended not to know. He glanced at Qin Mo, and then smiled: "This doesn't prevent me from appreciating."

Qin Mo squeezed her face: "Mrs. Xiao Qin, I'm not enough for you to see, I need to see others?"

He Huan's eyes were a bit resentful, and he sighed slowly: "Qin Mo, you are old!"

Mr. Qin was about to run away immediately. He gritted his teeth and gritted his teeth: "He Huan, what are you talking about, I am old?"

He Huan was not afraid of death and said, "Yes, you are old."

Qin Mo almost wanted to strangle her, squinting, "Mrs. Qin, I'm less than forty."

He Huan smiled and said, "Yes, it's less than 40, and it's only 25 years older than Shen Ting. No, it's 26 years old."

After speaking, he went down to the stairs. He Huan stretched out his hand and gently grabbed his collar, "Mr. Qin will be forty next year."

"Miss He, you are also 33 years old, and you have already passed the age of acting like a baby. From today onwards, you are not allowed to act like a baby!" Qin Mo also grabbed her little hand and snorted.

"If you don't act like a baby, you won't act like a baby." He Huan muttered: "You will beg of me."

Qin Mo was funny and angry, stretched out his hand to pull at her hair, and said in a low voice, "Are you going to eat me?"

He Huan ignored him, just walked over to pull Yi Huan, and took Shen Ting into the car first.

Qin Mo walked slowly behind him, lighting a cigarette and standing outside the car to finish smoking.

He Huan is not a patient person either. After waiting for about two minutes, he couldn't help but press the window of the car and looked at Qin Mo, "How long will you have to smoke?"