Marriage is sultry: Quan Shao lures his wife into addiction

Chapter 699 Father and Daughter Meeting
Man looks from a newspaper in a chair with a hand in his hand.

Yan Zitong didn't see his front, only his profile.There was no breakfast on the dining table in front, only a cup of coffee on his left.

On Ling Rui's side profile, the solitary lines are distinct, the black shirt, the meticulously combed hair, exuding a strong air of coldness all over his body.And he seemed to be surrounded by that layer of air-conditioning field, and his surroundings were full of repulsive forces that could not be ignored.

Yan Zitong stood at the corner of the stairs, looking straight at him tall, feeling his coldness from afar.The first time Yan Zitong saw him, what flashed through his mind was the aloof and mysterious man he met in front of his mother's cemetery early yesterday morning.

Will he... be the one in my mother's heart that she will love all her life?Could it be the one who gave mom flowers?
She stood at the corner of the stairs in a daze, didn't go down the stairs, just so quietly, deeply, stared at him without blinking, and sized him up.

She couldn't figure out his intention, the purpose of "inviting" her here.One night, if he didn't show up, was he testing her patience?

As if sensing Yan Zitong's gaze, he put down the newspaper in his hand, raised his eyes and turned his head to look in Yan Zitong's direction.

The four eyes meet, as if time has become a little static.

His eyes are sharp and deep, like the eagle soaring in the sky, and like the Hades in hell, cold without any warmth.Just staring straight at Yan Zitong.

Those cool lips were pursed lightly, like a sharp knife.Without saying a word, he looked her over from head to toe for a full minute.

Yan Zitong felt that this one minute passed quite a long time, especially when meeting his knife-like eyes, it gave her an invisible pressure and tension.

However, there was an indescribable sense of familiarity, as if she had known him for a long time.

When his eyes met, although there was pressure and tension, it only took a second or two.

She herself didn't know what kind of feeling it was.It's complicated, but there's also a sense of kindness and camaraderie.

From his eyes, she felt that he had no malice towards her.Although he had a cold and gloomy face, he didn't make her feel scared.

Yan Zitong felt that she seemed to like him quite a bit.This kind of liking is a kind of subconscious liking, and it is an uncontrollable liking.

This kind of liking is the kind of liking between men and women, but like seeing one's own relatives.

He looked at her indifferently, then lowered his head again, his eyes fell on the newspaper, and continued to read the newspaper as if nothing had happened, as if he hadn't seen Yan Zitong at all.

Old Ou stood behind Yan Zitong, and said respectfully, "Miss Yan, Master is waiting for you to have breakfast together."

Yan Zitong regained consciousness, turned sideways and raised a faint smile, "Thank you."

"You're welcome, you should. Miss Yan, please." Lao Ou made a gesture of please.

Yan Zitong didn't go downstairs immediately, but looked around and asked Old Ou, "Where's my friend?"

Old Ou raised a smile on his face, "Young Master Yi hasn't woken up yet, Miss Yan, don't worry, Young Master Yi is Miss Yan's friend, so he is our honored guest."

VIP?

Yan Zitong smiled coldly in his heart, he really didn't see that he treated us as VIPs at all.

Lao Ou bowed slightly at a thirty-degree angle, and continued to make the "please" gesture.

Yan Zitong stepped down the stairs and walked towards the restaurant.

Lao Ou helped her pull out the chair, which was at the position of the man's left hand.

Yan Zitong was not polite, sat down gracefully, and then looked directly at the man on her right.

"What do you want to eat?" The man didn't put down the newspaper in his hand, and asked Yan Zitong with a flat face.

His voice was deep and deep, and when he uttered it, he gave people a sense of aloofness, just like the emperor, majestic and majestic, but invisible but giving people a sense of oppression.

Yan Zitong sat on the chair, folded his hands on the dining table in front of him, and looked sideways at him with beautiful crystal-like eyes.

Looking at each other at a close distance did not make her feel a sense of fear, but instead gave her a vague sense of intimacy.This feeling made her a little unbelievable.

She didn't speak, just looked at him so calmly and elegantly.

Old Ouyu looked at Yan Zitong staring at his master without fear, and was really surprised by her courage.

He has been with the master for decades, and besides Miss Ding, Miss Yan is the second person who dares to look at the master like this, and is not afraid of the master at all.

As expected of Miss Ding's daughter, but unfortunately not the master's daughter.

Thinking of this, Lao Ou felt a little heavy in his heart, and felt heartbroken for his master.

At the beginning, how could two people who loved each other so much become separated forever like they are now.What happened back then, Miss Ding left suddenly, and the master didn't look for her.

He is by the master's side, can he not understand the pain in the master's heart?

How nice it would be if Miss Yan was the master's daughter!Unfortunately, it was Rong Zheng's.

Ms. Yan is not like Ms. Ding, but her eyes are very similar, as if they were printed from the same mold.

Looking into Miss Yan's eyes, he had a feeling of seeing Miss Ding standing in front of him again.

"I can eat whatever I want?" After a long while, Yan Zitong said, with a calm tone and a slight smile.

The man finally put down the newspaper in his hand, stared at her with eagle-like unfathomable eyes, and said expressionlessly, "Yes."

Yan Zi curled his lips into a smile, and the fingers of his right hand gently touched the corner of his mouth. There was a hint of slyness between his brows, and he said unhurriedly, "For dumplings with fish meat and shrimp balls, no shallots, coriander, and shrimp skins are required. And seaweed. Sesame oil instead of lard, light shrimp instead of salty, don’t need too many, ten are enough.”

After finishing her request in one breath, she raised a crooked smile and looked at him with a smile.

The man said to Lao Ou, "Prepare as she said."

Old Ou nodded respectfully, "Okay, master."

Yan Zitong looked at Lao Ou who turned around and walked towards the kitchen, a little puzzled, then turned to look at the man on the right, "What should I call you?"

He put his hands on the table, looked at her indifferently, pursed his cold lips lightly, did not speak, just looked at her with aloof and cold eyes.

Yan Zitong looked at him without fear, and didn't even blink his eyelids.

"Do you know my mother?" Si Lin looked at him for a moment and asked in a deep voice, and then his eyes fell on the newspaper he put on the dining table. Yan Zitong's face turned "sudden" when he saw that page of news. sinking.

(End of this chapter)