Yan Huan was stunned at the speech.

Without Wen Yi

The profile of Li mingjue suddenly appeared in his mind, as well as when he worked hard, when he came to rescue himself countless times, and even when he was with Joe.

Various pictures flashed before my eyes.

She was suddenly silent.

Because I already have the answer in my heart.

Jolin seemed to understand, just with emotion.

"In fact, the things you described have confirmed that this man is very reliable. It's a pity that the famous grass has a master. Otherwise, you're also very good together. He's so considerate to you and will take good care of you."

Yan Huanyu's eyelashes trembled slightly and said with a smile: "so, I can't win love with a knife."

Jolin looked at her and sighed slightly.

"What are you going to do next? After Wen Yi moved in, you can't live anymore."

"I know, so I decided to leave today."

"Do you have a place to live?"

Jolin's words cut Yan huangang's determination by half.

She hasn't paid her salary and has no money. Now she can only take her son to sleep on the overpass.

When she was hesitant to wait for her salary to move out, Jolin suddenly stuffed a key into her hand.

"I rented this apartment. Take your children to live."

"Where do you live?"

Jolin smiled, "don't worry about me. I used to live with Ji Yunchen."

"Thank you, Jolin!"

Yan Huan hugged Jolin excitedly, "you are an angel!"

Jolin seemed unaccustomed to being touched, and her whole body was stiff.

Yan Huan dallied with Jolin for a long time, and the two talents separated.

On the way back, Yan Huan has been thinking about how to mention leaving with Li mingjue.

I don't know if it's fate. It was midnight when she went back, but Li mingjue was not at home.

Yan Huan went back to his room to pack up, rushed into muziqiao's room and picked up his sleeping son.

"HMM... Mommy? Where have you been? You came back so late."

Muzi Joe buried his head in her chest and muttered vaguely.

"Joe, get up and get dressed. We're leaving."

Mu ziqiao's big eyes suddenly opened and looked at her puzzled, "where are you going?"

Yan Huan looked at her naive son and said with a smile, "it's Mommy's good friend aunt Qiao who invited us to her house for a few days."

"Oh. I'll tell Uncle Li."

Mu ziqiao said he was going to climb out of her arms. Yan Huan was so frightened that he quickly hugged him.

"Tell him what?"

"We live in Uncle Li's house. We have to say it when we suddenly leave!"

"He's not at home!"

Yan Huan hurriedly said, "and... Mommy has told him!"

"Really?" Mu ziqiao looked at her suspiciously.

"When... Of course it's true."

Yan Huan tried to make herself less nervous.

"Mommy, you sweat a lot."

"Well, I'm tired of packing just now. Well, go and get dressed. Mommy is waiting for you at the door."

Yan Huan said, putting his son down and carrying the suitcase out.

I didn't want to go out and hit the Li mingjue coming back.

Li mingjue glanced at her up and down, and his sight finally fixed on the box in her hand.

"What? When I'm not ready to run?"

Yan Huan clapped in her heart and quickly hid her luggage behind her.

"No. I just washed my suitcase and was ready to take it out to dry."

Yan Huan's voice just fell, and mu ziqiao's voice came from behind, "Mommy, I'm finished."

Yan Huan closed her eyes in despair.

Mu ziqiao walked to Li mingjue with big eyes, "Hey, Uncle Li, you're back."

Li mingjue bent down, rubbed Muzi Joe's head and said in a low voice, "why didn't you sleep so late?"

"I slept, but Mommy woke me up."

As soon as Yan Huan wanted to stop, he was forced back by Li mingjue's eyes.

Li mingjue takes back his sight and looks at mu ziqiao.

"What did she tell you to do?"

"Mommy said Aunt Joe invited us to play for a few days. Doesn't Uncle Li know? Mommy said she told you."

"Oh? Why don't I know about it?" Li mingjue narrowed his black eyes and walked towards her.

The clear breath immediately surrounded her, "explain? Huh?"

Yan Huan was too nervous. "It was my friend Jolin who asked me to play for a few days."

"Just ask you to play?"

"Uh huh!" Yan Huan nodded like mashing garlic.

Li mingjue glanced at her faintly.

At one glance, Yan Huan was cold from head to foot.

Just when Yan Huan thought his life was not guaranteed, a cold male voice came from the door.

"President Li, I'm dizzy. Where can I carry it?"

Yan Huan followed the sound and saw Lenglie carrying a woman into the door.

When the woman's face came out, her pupils contracted suddenly, and her blood flowed to her feet for a time.

She rushed to Lenglie and shouted, "Mom!"

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