The Overbearing Chief Husband’s Favorite: Baby

Tong Yan's face is not very good looking, this time, directly froze.

Shi Yanyang's corner of the eye was slightly faint, faintly glanced at her, her eyes swept away from her face without a trace, and his lips swelled up if there was nothing.

"Uncle butler, this is yours!" After giving the gift of the family on the table, Shi Yanyang turned his head and gave the gift to the servant.

Tong Yan thinks that she has been very generous and has never been arrested.

Just a gift, what do you mind?

I want to use my own meal as if he doesn't exist. Just, the voice of Shi Yangyang and other people's voices is always like a life force, and it is hard to drill into her ears, which makes the eardrums hurt.

"Cheng Ma, this is for you!" Shi Yanyang sent the last gift out, took a blank hand, and sat down gracefully at the position that Tong Xizhen had prepared for him.

"Hello, I guess you will come today, deliberately let Cheng Ma prepare a few more of your favorite dishes, taste it!" Tong Xiyi has always appreciated Shi Yanyang, waiting for him to sit, She smiled and picked up the dish for him.

Although Qing Yafeng does not want Tong Yan to marry, but as long as he does not associate Tong Yan with Shi Yangyang, he still appreciates Shi Yanyang.

Only in his early twenties, there are not many men like him who are so young and promising.

The current Qing Yafeng sees that Shi Yangyang is very young when he sees his own feelings.

"Since it is here, I will sit here with my uncle tonight." A faint sigh, he poured a glass of wine on Shi Yanyang.

Qing Muchen and Shi Yuyang were originally brothers. Even if there is a childhood in the middle, the feelings will not be cold.

"What have you been busy with during this time?"

After he also spoke, the whole table became a big party, and the atmosphere became active instantly.

There are many people in the Qing family. If you say a word to me, one person can say that one sentence is enough for a long time.

For a dinner, the atmosphere of the dining table was surprisingly lively.

The only thing that was left out was the childish face.

Tong Yan sat alone in his position and did not insert a sentence from beginning to end.

Tong Yan said that she was so depressed, and she lowered her head and slammed the food in the dish.

What she didn't understand was the charm of Shi Yanyang, who was cold and stuffy.

Isn't Dad with her?

Why did you help?

A dinner, a big family eats hot.

After the dinner, Shi Yangyang accompanied Qing Yafeng in the living room to talk about eleven points have not left.

Tong Yan is in the room upstairs and wants to ignore the fact that he is still at home.

However, Shi Yanyang’s voice is like a brand in her ear, even if it is separated by a floor, it is still clear.

Tong Yan turned over and found an earplug on his head. The long hair was tied into a ponytail. He washed it in the bathroom. When he came out, he wanted to go straight to sleep with a quilt. I don’t know if it was her illusion. It seems that his voice is close. some.

Tong Yan didn't care too much, and covered the quilt to sleep.

However, the sound outside the door sounded again.

"Miss I sleep?"

"Not yet, Miss has been sleeping very late these days."

The former voice is Shi Yangyang, and the latter one is a maid.

Also accompanied by more and more footsteps.

The sound of the cymbals rang in the corridor outside the house, which was abrupt and long.

Tong Yan was stimulated to be a spirit, and the blindfolded quilt suddenly opened.