Flash Marriage Game: The First Lady of the Wealthy

Going forward, he looked at Ye Fan with a happy face, his eyes were loving and gentle, and he brought the teacup that he had prepared in front of him, and said softly, "Mr. Ye has been busy all day, and he is very tired all day. The tea you brewed, your favorite Biluochun, please drink some, Mister Ye."

Ye Fan nodded, took it, took two sips, the corners of his lips curled up slowly, "The tea made by Mama Zhang is the best."

The tea was brewed at the right time, and it was neither hot nor cold at the moment, and the temperature was just right.

Tong Caiwei found out that Ye Fan treated Mama Zhang very differently.

She had never seen Ye Fan so harmonious in front of any servant.

Mama Zhang treated Ye Fan the same way, not just the affection a nanny should have towards her master, she looked at Ye Fan the same way she looked at her own son.

"Mr. Ye is flattering me too much by saying that. The tea I make can't compare with those famous ones outside. The young master is used to drinking it, so I think I make the best tea."

Even though he said so, Ye Fan's words obviously benefited Mama Zhang, the smile on her face was as bright as a newly bloomed flower.

"Mother Zhang doesn't have to be so modest. I have been very picky since I was a child, and only Mama Zhang can handle it. I always feel at ease when Mama Zhang does things. That's why I asked Mama Zhang to help me take care of the little girl."

Zhang Ma took a look at Tong Caiwei, seeing her standing there waiting, she hated her for not fighting, she didn't know what Ye Fan liked about her, she was dull, without any aura.

"Miss Tong, what are you still doing in a daze, why don't you come over and talk to Mr. Ye."

Ye Fan just looked at her with a smile and didn't say anything.

Tong Caiwei stepped forward, bit her lip, lowered her eyes, and said softly, "Master Ye Fan, are you hungry?"

Ye Fan raised his eyebrows, he didn't expect her to ask this in the first sentence, the corners of his lips raised slightly, and he smiled, "Dinner is ready?"

"Well, if Lord Ye Fan doesn't dislike my culinary skills, you can give me a face and try it."

Oh, what happened to her. . .

Why does his face get hot for no reason when he sees Ye Fan?

Especially when she met his dark green eyes with a gentle smile flowing, she was a little at a loss.

Sick, she must be sick, her brain was smashed, that's why she became so abnormal.

Ye Fan nodded, stepped forward, took her hand naturally, and led her to the dining room.

She should have pulled her hand away. . .

The intimate behavior of holding hands is only between lovers.

What are she and Ye Fan?

Not a friend, not a lover, not a master-servant relationship. . .

Even she herself couldn't find a suitable word to describe the relationship between the two.

"Thanks a lot."

A cold yet gentle voice interrupted her contemplation.

"This is a gift from someone else. I think you will like it, so I accept it." He took out a box and handed it to her.

Tong Caiwei knew what was inside without opening it.

Here is lula's rose flower hair clip, master gave her one

"You don't like it?"

Seeing that she didn't answer, Ye Fan frowned slightly.

Tong Caiwei immediately took over the body's instinctive reaction, "No, I like it very much, thank you Master Ye Fan."

"Aren't you going to open it?"

"No need, the gift from Mr. Ye Fan must be very good."

Ye Fan narrowed his eyes slightly, sat down, tapped his fingers on the crystal table top, and said flatly, "It's not a valuable thing, if you don't like it, just throw it away."