Dingdong, Mr.Yan spoils wife crazily online!

Remember to water the flowers on the balcony

Remember to water the flowers in the bedroom

Remember to water the flowers in the kitchen

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Gu zhixia looked around for a week and took a look at the vase in the restaurant.

Silently sent a voice: "fake flowers also need to be watered?"

There was a delay of 30 seconds and a very calm "yes" was returned.

For Yan Sihan's blatant opening his eyes and telling lies, Gu zhixia has been too lazy to pay attention to it.

I'm afraid he's living outside today and his head is flooded

At night, the temperature dropped several degrees again.

Lu Qiumeng, dressed in a long skirt, stood at the gate of the Yan family, obviously trembling.

"I'm looking for Yan Xingyu. Open the door quickly."

"This..." the two guards standing at the door obviously hesitated.

Since Yan Xingyu came back, the access control has become strict.

Not only that, but even Yan Xingyu seldom goes out.

Even if you go out, you must take several bodyguards.

They knew the woman in front of them, but they didn't get the news that they wanted to let her in.

"What are you doing?" Lu Qiumeng was a little shivering. "How many times have I been here and didn't let me in? Do you know who I am? I'm your future Yan Family's young grandmother!"

Lu Qiumeng was a little angry, and his tone of voice couldn't help aggravating.

"If you offend me now, just wait and get ready to be fired in the future!"

The two security guards know the relationship between Lu Qiumeng and Yan Xingyu.

Naturally, they are also afraid. If Lu Qiumeng really marries Yan Xingyu, they will be overwhelmed and go away

"Why don't you call young master Yan first?" one of the security guards opened his mouth and gave Lu Qiumeng an idea.

After hearing this, the security guard next to him echoed, "Miss Lu, we also eat together. You have a large number of adults..."

Lu Qiumeng listened to their soft words, and his heart was suddenly much happier.

"OK, I won't tell you the same thing," said Lu Qiumeng, taking out his mobile phone from his pocket and calling Yan Xingyu.

But Yan Xingyu didn't answer several calls in a row.

The atmosphere is a little awkward

"Miss Lu, you'd better call old lady Yan," one of the security guards said again. "As long as the master of the Yan family agrees, we can open the door."

Lu Qiumeng frowned and felt unhappy again.

But she can only call old lady Yan as the security guard said.

Fortunately, as soon as the phone rang, it was answered.

"Hey, grandma, I'm Mengmeng." Lu Qiumeng's sweet and greasy voice passed over.

The other end of the phone was obviously stunned, "dream? Which dream?"

The air seemed to freeze in an instant.

"Oh, is it Lu Qiumeng?" old lady Yan at the other end of the phone seemed to suddenly remember.

Lu Qiumeng pulled his mouth awkwardly, "grandma, it's me. I'm at the gate of Yan's house now, but the two security guards at the gate don't let me in."

"Give them the phone."

As soon as Mrs. Yan finished her words, Lu Qiumeng gave the phone to one of the security guards.

Soon the gate was opened.

When Lu Qiumeng took back the phone again, old lady Yan had hung up.

She put away her cell phone and strode in.

"Grandma." as soon as she entered the door, Lu Qiumeng saw old lady Yan sitting in the teahouse drinking tea.

She looked around and didn't see Yan Xingyu's shadow.

Old lady Yan saw her immediately. "Xingyu is in the study on the second floor. Go up quickly."

Lu Qiumeng flashed a bright light at the bottom of his eyes and smiled, "then I'll go to Xingyu first and accompany grandma later."

"Yes." Mrs. Yan didn't lift her eyelids.

She knew that Lu Qiumeng's words were just perfunctory.

"Mom, who just came?"

As soon as Lu Qiumeng climbed upstairs, yuan haiqian came over with a document.

Mrs. Yan took a sip of the tea on the table and smiled, "of course it's Lu Qiumeng, otherwise who else do you think can there be?"

Yuan haiqian was not surprised. "It's also that Xingyu has come back. It's strange that she doesn't come to the door."

What's more, the conditions given to her by Mrs. Yan were so attractive.

"But mom, do you think Xingyu can agree?" yuan haiqian frowned anxiously.

It didn't happen without his permission.

"Whether he agrees or not is his business," Mrs. Yan turned the purple sand teacup in her hand.

"If he doesn't want to get married, it depends on his own ability."

Yuan haiqian was surprised at first, and then smiled slowly.

The old fox is indeed an old fox.

At this time, Lu Qiumeng had already run to the door of the study.

She didn't knock at the door. She quietly twisted the handle and went in.

"Xingyu, I'm Qiumeng. Are you there?"

Lu Qiumeng walked into the study door and found that the headlights were not on.

The desk lamp not far from the window glowed faintly yellow.

A figure sat on the sofa next to the lamp and closed his eyes. He didn't know if he was asleep.

The figure heard the movement, slowly opened his eyes and looked at the door, but there was still no sound.

"Xingyu, why don't you talk? Are you unhappy?"

Lu Qiumeng's voice was very soft. It seemed that he was afraid of provoking Yan Xingyu. "What's unhappy? Tell me... Ah!"

Before she finished her words, Yan Xingyu pulled the whole person directly in his arms.

He rolled over and pressed her on the sofa, his eyes cold.

"Xing... Xingyu... Grandma is still at home..." Lu Qiumeng shyly shrunk her neck, but her hand tightly encircled Yan Xingyu's waist.

Her words and her actions reacted exactly the opposite.

Yan Xingyu frowned and the corners of his mouth sank slightly, but his eyes always stared at Lu Qiumeng without moving down.

When Lu Qiu dreamed of speaking again, Yan Xingyu's cold voice came over, "say, are you with Yan Sihan?"

Lu Qiumeng was suddenly stunned and became nervous.

"I... how could I be with Yan Sihan, me and you..."

"Stop lying to me!" Yan Xingyu said, holding Lu Qiumeng's collar. "I know you signed a contract with him!"

Otherwise, why can't anyone find him? Only Lu Qiumeng can find him?

She must have colluded with Yan Sihan!

"Cough..." because the collar was caught, Lu Qiumeng coughed twice.

"No... not what you think..."

"What's that like?" Yan Xingyu's face was very gloomy and ugly, like eggplant leaves beaten by cold frost, black and purple.

After being trapped by Yan Sihan for so long, Yan Xingyu had no place to vent his anger.

Just came back these days, he has been thinking about it. The more he thinks about it, the more serious the doubt in his heart.

"Cough... It's Gu zhixia..."