First Lady

That gaze made Lan Shan feel colder than the swishing cold wind. She really wanted to explain to Ming Ye, but...but she didn't know how to say it.

It was true that Mao Toyama spent most of the night in her room, whether he was telling stories to the little guy or not, a single woman shouldn't let a man into her room.

She felt guilty about this matter, the more she thought about it, the more she dared not tell Ming Ye directly.

Mingye looked at Lanshan's timid and guilty expression, and the jealousy in her heart was so monstrous that she even let that bastard Mao Toyama stay in her room and tell the story?

"Is this true too?" [

Mingye's resentful voice made Lanshan shiver, "Um...Doudou is young, every night she has to listen to her father telling stories to fall asleep."

Mao Toyama looked at Lan Shan in a difficult situation, and sighed to help her out.

"It's too cold here, even Doudou and Lanshan can't stand it, so let's go back first!"

When Lan Shan heard this, she hurriedly responded, tugging at Ming Ye's sleeve: "Go back first, you're not cold in this snowy day, I'm almost freezing to death."

Mingye grabs Lanshan's hand, it's really cold, it's good to go back... But, it's not going back to that bastard Yuan Shanlian's house again.

Ming Ye took a cold look at the father and daughter, "Okay, go back..."

Before Lan Shan could be happy in the future, Ming Ye wrapped her arms around her waist with her right hand and her legs with her left hand, picked her up horizontally, and walked towards his car.

Mayo Toyama probably already expected the meaning of Ming Ye's move, stepped forward and said to Ming Ye lukewarmly: "Let Lan Shan be my car, you don't know how to get to my house."

Ming Ye sneered, opened the car door regardless of whether Lan Shan wanted to, stuffed her in, slammed the car door, and then turned to Mao Toyama: "Why do my people live in your house? I'm not in Japan No house."

Toyama Mao frowned with displeasure: "Lanshan's luggage is still at my house."

Ming Ye raised her eyebrows and smiled: "I'll send someone to pick up this trivial matter later. From now on, the decline has nothing to do with your family."

After finishing speaking, regardless of Mao Toyama's expression, he opened the car door and got in.

The car flew away like an arrow, regardless of the ice and snow under the wheels.

Looking at the arrogant coming and leaving Maybach Mao Toyama's face gradually turned colder than ice and snow.

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