The Young Master’s Bride

When Li Beichen walked in, Feng Yan deliberately raised his arm and shook it so that Li Beichen could see the hand he and Ye Qingge were holding together.

Li Beichen's cold face suddenly dropped a few more temperatures.

"Li Beichen, don't get me wrong, I was forced!" Ye Qingge felt that sooner or later he would be played to death by these two men.

"Big Brother!" Cold eyes glanced at Ye Qingge, Li Beichen directly sat beside her and grabbed her other wrist.

To pull Ye Qingge's body to his side, and Feng Yan over there also used force, Ye Qingge is like a string doll, about to be torn apart.

In Huo Zhongrao's eyes, Li Beichen has never been a person without measures, but at this time this childish behavior made him slightly surprised and somewhat relieved.

He had investigated this Ye Qingge before, and it is no wonder that Mu Mu would like her, she has a unique temperament, she is quiet and charming, and she has a temperament.

"You two let go of your hands, you come and sit with me!" Of course, you mean Ye Qingge.

The three of them were slightly surprised, Li Beichen and Feng Yan released their hands at the same time, and they would not refuse to listen to what Huo Zhongrao said.

Ye Qingge was not hypocritical, and sat directly beside Huo Zhongrao, knowing that she could not go out.

Li Beichen stared at Ye Qingge with a pair of eagle-like sharp eyes, as if to tear her up and swallow her into his stomach.

Ye Qingge also glared at him, her eyes a bit sad, a little annoyed, and even more aggrieved.

A faint smile appeared on Feng Yan's lips.

Sitting next to Huo Zhongrao, Ye Qingge didn't feel uncomfortable or awkward at all. On the contrary, he was at ease and comfortable. This was a feeling I had never felt before.

"Brother Rao, where's the kid?" Feng Yan leaned on the back of the chair, his legs splayed at will.

The little demon Feng Yan was talking about was Li Mumu's son, Li Mumu. Although Feng Yan had a bad relationship with Li Beichen, he liked Li Mumu's little demon very much.

"With the shadow!" Huo Zhongrao poured a glass of water for Ye Qingge, did not speak, and pushed directly in front of her.

"Little ghost is his son!" Feng Yan kindly explained as if Ye Qingge didn't know.

"She knows!" Li Beichen still didn't know what Feng Yan meant, watching him gritted his teeth and said.

His own son had an idea, and he was a brother to Feng Yan.

Ye Qingge held the water cup in both hands and lowered his head to drink, and no one paid any attention. He was fed up with these two naive men.

The dishes had already started at this time, and Ye Qingge looked like they were all home-cooked dishes.

"Eat!" Huo Zhongrao sat down in distress without looking at the two.

Ye Qingge realized that Huo Zhongrao's powerful aura was innate, and that masculinity was melted into the blood.

People will be in awe, just like a soldier.

In Ye Qingge's eyes, Li Beichen's domineering was unmatched, but in front of Huo Zhongrao, he seemed to have automatically taken away all the sharpness.

Just like this time, he and Feng Yan both ate their meals obediently...

"Why don't you eat it?" Huo Zhongrao asked faintly, watching Ye Qingge not moving his chopsticks.

But even with this indifferent tone, people feel oppressed.

"I had eaten it before he was caught, Mr. Huo."

Ye Qingge smiled vacantly, her tone a little annoyed, but also dissatisfied.

"Then eat more!" Huo Zhongrao frowned and looked at Feng Yan.

"Brother Rao, my woman is not very good, and I don't cooperate if I don't catch it!" Feng Yan deliberately bit the words "my woman" seriously.