The Overbearing Chief Husband’s Favorite: Baby

Her eyes are very complicated, it seems a little surprised, but also a little shocked, as if he did not expect that he was still there after a long time.

However, thinking that his purpose of staying in the Qing family is not necessarily related to himself, all the emotions in the eyes of Tong Yan are all hidden, replaced by the indifference before.

"Still!" Lightly lifted his face, the thin white fingertips raised, and sorted out his hair, her tone, as casual as a greeting with a half-baked person.

Shi Yanyang looked at her coldly, her lips were very tight, and the curvature of the tip of her lips was like a sharp blade.

The face of Tong Yan’s eyes was over, and he squinted at him and squatted, but he ignored it.

Standing tall on the stairs, the eyes swept over the living room downstairs, and looked at the maid in the hall. She fainted and reprimanded, "What are you doing? Shi Shaoye has been here for so long, don't know how to receive it?"

A reception, indifference to open the distance between himself and him.

It is the guest who needs reception!

This in itself represents a distance.

Shi Yanyang has recently become accustomed to her indifference. When she did not hear her, he reminded him coldly. "It’s always a breeze to do things, don’t pay any attention to his proposal!"

He refers to the blind date of the brothers and sisters who have been talking about in the lobby.

"Is it?" Tong Yan leaned over her face and smiled at the corner of her mouth. "But I don't think this second brother said anything wrong."

Her smile is very sweet, like the floral fragrance sent by the spring breeze, fresh and fascinating.

However, the words spoken on the mouth are quite different from the face.

In Shi Yanyang’s opinion, Tong Yan did not say anything at all.

Her mouth, the definition of Shi Yangyang, and Fang Chi Xia Luo Yibei, in minutes, can detonate people's fire.

Shi Yanyang's face was as cold as a frost, and her eyes were terrible.

Tong Yan ignored the whole process, and while he was licking a small strand of hair on his shoulder, he slowly went downstairs.

She seemed to be very busy, not even staying in the hall, throwing him to the maid's reception, and then she transferred to the yard of the old master, "I am going to accompany my grandfather!"

Drop a sentence, she went straight.

Since then, it has not appeared in the hall for several hours.

Shi Yanyang's coldness was very heavy, standing stiff in the same place, her eyes falling in the direction she left, and she had not moved away for a long time.

"Shi, Shi Shaoye, Miss has already left, do you want to sit around?" The butler sneaked forward, lowered his head and carefully glanced at him, and talked to him with timidity.

"No need." Shi Yanyang's eyes were stiff and retracted, faintly throwing him three words, and turned and strode away from the gate of the Qing family.

The yard of the old man.

Since childhood, Tong Yan has been somewhat absent-minded.

I made tea for my father. After several times, the tea came out and I didn’t notice it.

Father sat in her opposite position, looking at her movements from beginning to end, her brows wrinkled gently.

"Why are you coming?" They didn't even guess much, saying a word.

Tong Yan returned to God and returned to him with a word, "Well."

"How is it troubled today?" She took the teapot in her hand and pushed her hand that was making tea. The father replaced her movement and personally brewed tea.

His actions are careless, but every sentence says that he is guessing.