"you guess."

When he heard this ungrateful sentence, Wen Meng opened her mouth and bit her.

"Hiss--" Yan Yechen snorted in cooperation.

I looked at the little woman lying on her shoulder and biting her, but she smiled so hard.

The cold and handsome face looked as beautiful as a confusing person when he smiled.

"Speak quickly!"

Seeing him laughing, Wen Mengxin let go, and asked again.

Curiosity was snatched, and this man deliberately kept it in hiding.

Wen Mengxin looked very fierce and grinded her teeth.

But she forgot what she was in.

She was pressed on the bed.

Yan Yechen glanced at Wen Mengxin's beautiful cat eyes and said in a deep voice: "Please."

"Yan Yechen!" Wen Meng was furious.

At this time, the whole person is no different from the angry little lion.

Yan Yechen just stood beside her and looked at her and smiled.

He wanted to see how long this little woman could be stubborn.

"Please."

Before two seconds of fierceness, his attitude weakened.

Yan Yechen laughed softly again.

The pure and mellow voice overflowed from the chest, and the eyes were filled with pampering.

"Miss Wen's second lady, that's all her backbone? Huh?"

"The eldest young master of the Yan family bullies the little girl like this? I want shame? Huh?"

"I have sharp teeth and sharp mouths, and I need a kiss." Yan Yechen said, blocking his chattering little mouth.

"Um..." Wen Mengxin pushed him with her little hands.

She begged him, and he told her!

No matter how Wen Mengxin was talking, Yan Yechen hadn't said half of it.

It was just a way to bully her body. Gradually, Wen Mengxin felt that this was a pit.

...

The next day, outside Yan Yechen's office, He Aitang walked straight from the elevator.

She was as lazy and noble as a Persian cat, and gently raised her arrogant eyes, as if she woke up from a long sleep as a century, with her long, dense eyelashes curled up in a perfect curve.

The black T-shirt is paired with a black gauze skirt and Martin boots, revealing the beautiful calves. The black is cool, but she has a bit of charm in the cold storage.

The pink lips are like the petals of the cherry blossom tree. The long seaweed-like hair, the charming and elegant pink and purple hair color affectionately kisses the fair and smooth skin like pure white satin.

It looked like an elegant and arrogant black swan. With sunglasses, the huge sunglasses covered most of her small face, and her innate noble temperament still did not decrease at all.

He was dressed in black and no longer had the sweet little princess style on weekdays, and it was obvious that he was much colder.

He Aitang was called to the office by his elder brother.

Come to Yan Yechen's office and gently press the door.

"Enter." He Aicang pushed the door open and entered.

"Mr. Fu, are you looking for me?" He Aitang pushed the door and pushed in with a cold voice. Yan Yechen sat in the leather chair and carefully reviewed the documents.

Suddenly Yu Guang was attracted by something.

"Tangtang."

Something happened to Tangtang recently, and Chu Yao returned to China, she used her work to numb herself and didn't think too much about it. But seeing Yan Yechen still felt a little complicated.

"Is there anything wrong with me? If it's okay, I'll go and do it first."

Seeing his brother's serious appearance, He Aitang subconsciously wanted to run away.

"We're all worried about you when we come back."

"Tonight, my dad told you to come back."

After Yan Yechen finished speaking, he went to see He Aitang's expression.

She still looked cold.

"Um."

...

Then the two of them became speechless again.

"What's wrong with you and Uncle Ming?"

"I'll go to Paris in two days, and there's still something to deal with there." He Ai Tang said, looking into the distance, not knowing what she was looking at.

He Ai Tang answered the question irrelevantly, obviously to avoid this question.

"When will you be back?"

"have no idea."

Yan Yechen turned his head and looked at his sister for these three words.

"We will be worried about you."

He Aitang is still calm.

“I stayed well abroad.”

"What's good? If you don't have friends or family, what do you think you're good!" Yan Yechen rarely educates others with such a serious expression.

The saying "no friends or family" is like a thin needle, pricking He Aitang in the heart.

It hurts densely.

She tightened her fists slightly, her eyes fainted, and then she returned to a cold face.

“It’s pretty good anyway.”

It is still not humane and unkind.

Perhaps staying away from an environment like this in China, being alone abroad can avoid some things and calm her down.

But He Aitang still stood with her back straight, expressionless face. Yan Yechen saw that she was unmoved.

"This is your favorite nougat made by mom. You can eat it with it. It's not enough at home." Yan Yechen handed it to He Ai Tang with a beautiful gift bag.

He Aitang swallowed hard and pushed the mist in his eyes back.

He lowered his head and took it: "Thank you."

"I'll go back first. You can work hard first. I'll go home early later. I'll leave first." Yan Yechen handed her the thing and turned around and left.

He Aitang stood there, a little dull.

Even though she used the inhuman coldness to disguise herself, she was still very moved. This touch made her feel a little helpless.

I picked up the bag and smelled it was my mother who made it right.

The corners of He Aitang's tightly pursed lips finally rose a little more, and a drop of crystal dripped onto the bag, making a clattering sound.

Then I hugged this little touch tightly.

Seeing this, Yan Yechen reached out to hug his sister.

"Actually, what my father was just angry and said, he couldn't attack Uncle Aming. Besides, Uncle Aming's skills are not something that ordinary people can get close to."

"But he is gone, because Daddy said that he is gone, he is gone, I am gone."

Tangtang was crying like a child in his elder brother's arms.

The little princess who was loved by the entire Yan family and the young lady who was pampered with thousands of people, was so aggrieved that she didn't know who to tell her.

"Dad spoiled you the most, and he didn't react for a while. And you like Uncle Aming..."

Yan Yechen said here, and there was a pause.

Seeing this, He Aitang immediately stood up from her arms: "What's wrong? I can't I like Uncle Aming? He is only in his twenties, but he is not old and very handsome."

Yan Yechen sighed helplessly.

"Silly girl, don't cry, we can solve it if there is anything."

"How to solve it? You said, why do you dare to face Daddy!"

Yan Yechen was silent for a moment: "I dare not, but mom can."

He Aitang heard this and her eyes lit up in her crying misty eyes!

"I'll beg Mommy, will Mommy let me be with Uncle Ming? Will I help me find Uncle Ming back?"

He Aitang looked at his elder brother expectantly.

Yan Yechen also spoiled her sister very much. She couldn't stand her sadness, so she came up with this bad idea.
Chapter completed!