Play a coquettish in the palm of the boss

Chapter 711 Scoundrel, Mummy is mine! (17)

At this moment, Ye Xingtong froze in Yan Sijue's arms, pursing his lips slightly to ease the disorder of his heartbeat.

Close, still can not be calm.

"Well, I know, Xiao En hates me very much!"

However, Yan Sijue seemed to have induced a low tide of bitter self-deprecating because of her words.

In the next second, he opened his hand.

The warmth of the embrace was instantly separated by the cold air, and a thin gap expanded between each other.

Ye Xingtong's back stiffened, and he sat up slowly.

He closed his eyes, looked at him with burning eyes, and explained: "Yan Sijue, Xiao En misunderstood you because of me. I have no way to control his thoughts, but he is just a child, don't mind too much his actions."

"Well, Xiao En is very cute!"

Yan Si Juexu leaned on the edge of the bed, raised his chin slightly, for a moment, blurred his eyes, and clearly defined the curvature of his thin lips.

Ye Xingtong's heart tightened for no reason, he hurriedly looked away, and asked, "Did you not have dinner? I'll ask the housekeeper to prepare something for you!"

Standing up, her footsteps stopped because of him.

"Star Pupil!"

"Ok?"

Yan Sijue closed his evil eyes, with a smile that was not a smile, "Xingtong, can you cook now? If you can, can you cook something for me yourself? The downstairs kitchen There is a lot of food in the refrigerator."

"Uh, you let me cook?"

Ye Xingtong turned around slowly, and frowned in embarrassment, "Scrambled eggs with tomatoes, is that okay?"

"anything else?"

"Scallion eggs."

"What else but eggs?"

"And... all kinds of porridge."

Ye Xingtong's embarrassment when he said this made Yan Sijue burst out laughing and rolled his eyes.

"After six years, why hasn't your cooking skills improved at all? You don't usually cook for Xiaoen? Do you drink porridge every day?"

"I didn't abuse him, it's just that I'm very busy with work, but Xiao En can cook a lot of good dishes by himself! Compared with my mother who cooks, the meals cooked by his son are much more delicious! Said It's strange, Xiao En seems to be born with cooking skills. When he was 4 years old, he finished four dishes and one soup by himself. I don't even know if this is inherited from you..."

Ye Xingtong spoke happily for a moment, his eyes raised slightly, and he met Shang Yan Sijue's fiery gaze.

The voice, Karan interrupted.

"Well, Xiao En must have been cute when she was a child!"

Yan Sijue's gaze was filled with a kind of suffocating tenderness and affection, which fell on her body, which was shallow and seemed to be drifting away.

Lorne's childhood?
These words sounded very friendly, but they actually had nothing to do with him.

After all, he owed Xiaoen six years... And now, he doesn't even know if he has the opportunity to make up for it.

"Well, I'd better ask the butler to prepare meals for you!"

half an hour.

Ye Xingtong seemed to be running away, and hurried out of the bedroom.

Yan Sijue kept gazing into her eyes, smiled slightly, and laughed at himself slightly.

"Xingtong, you will come back to me, won't you?"

He seems to be talking to himself, or like, deceiving himself?
ten minutes later.

Ye Xingtong and the butler went back to the bedroom together, and put the food on the table. Yan Sijue took a look, but didn't intend to move his chopsticks.

"Mr. Yan, isn't it to your liking?"

"No, it may be medicinal, I don't have much appetite!"

(End of this chapter)