Fall in love with kissing you

Yan Siyuan will finally be worried, but he is more impatient.

Instead of the panic and attention he paid when he asked Ning Yan to stay as a child.

Chu Qing suddenly remembered his heavy kiss and hot breath on her lips.

The light of the corridor fell on her face, and she seemed to be in a swamp.

Yan Si could not wait for her response for a long time. He held her tighter and urged her impatiently.

She suddenly asked, "can men separate sex from love?"

Just like him, he just slept with her yesterday and kissed her just now. In an instant, he was full of heart and eyes and worried about another woman.

Yan Siyuan heard it clearly this time, hissed low, and raised his eyebrows with a calm appearance of Fengshen Junlang.

He pinched Chu Qing's wrist bone, like pinching her lifeline.

"What does a fertility tool want to do so much?"

Yan Siyuan's voice is actually very pleasant to hear. The micro strip magnetic subwoofer has a correct pronunciation, which makes people addicted unconsciously. However, his expression is always direct and rough, like a sharp knife stabbing people's heart.

Like now, his irony is much sharper than the sharp edge made of steel.

Let Chu Qing's heart begin to ache silently.

She tried to open her eyes wide to let the draught blow back the sour.

Tears in front of this man, how humiliating, it seems that he has a glass heart.

Chuqing was unwilling to show weakness and raised her small face to his deep eyes.

"Fertility tools at least don't need to be used as a shield."

Yan Siyuan was stunned. Chu Qing broke away from him, threw down a word and walked away.

"If you want to act, my aunt won't accompany you."

Yan Siyuan squinted at the thin figure of the woman, with a straight back and dazzling white legs under his skirt.

What trouble.

He put his tongue against his cheek and decided to teach the woman a lesson later.

Back at the dinner table, Yan Zhenbang had finished and left the table, leaving only the four of them with their own thoughts.

Yan Si didn't serve Chu Qing's dishes any more. Although Zhang Yuan made several colors for him, he still used his rice without delay, and his eyes sometimes stayed on Ning Yan'er sitting opposite.

Ning Yan'er was still bloodless and absent-minded at dinner. She only managed to cope with the meal with a few dishes in front of her.

Zhang Yuan didn't know what she saw, so she gave Ning Yan'er cloth dishes in an unusual way.

"Yan'er, you've only been a guest for such a long time. Why are you so hungry? Are these dishes against your heart?"

Ning Yan'er smiled reluctantly, "nothing. I like these dishes."

"That's good. You see, the baked oil prawns are very fresh. Try it."

Without saying a word, Zhang Yuan used public chopsticks to clip her a red shrimp. However, the shrimp was intercepted by Yan Siyuan before it fell into the bowl.

"Mom, she can't eat shrimp. Your daughter-in-law is here. Don't bother to take care of others."

Zhang Yuan said obliquely to Si Yuan and said lazily, "Oh, well, you can take care of me. Don't worry. You can't ignore the guests, can you?"

Ning Yan'er had a flicker in her eyes, but she was dejected by the mother and son.

Chu Qing watched the play quietly and saw that the storm between them had reached her.

Then she lowered her head and smiled. It was gentle. Zhang Yuan naturally nodded with satisfaction.

After being interrupted by Yan Siyuan, Zhang Yuan was in no mood to give people dishes.

Anyway, Ning Yaner estimated that she had had enough of the blow tonight. Zhang Yuan thought unkindly, turned her mouth and looked at her son and daughter-in-law.

"Siyuan, Qingqing, you two sleep here tonight. I asked my aunt to clean up your old room."

Chu Qing's hand gave a meal, a pair of wonderful eyes inadvertently swept Ning Yan's eyes, and turned back to Zhang Yuan's smiling face.

"What about Miss Ning?"

"Yan'er stayed here tonight. She just came back. I told her not to hurry."

Chu Qing felt that Yan Siyuan raised his head slightly. It was self-evident who he was looking at.

Under the same eaves, it's really ambiguous to look up and look down.

This man is still her husband in name.

Chuqing sneered in her heart, but her smile became more and more gentle.

"Mom, it's not good. Miss Ning is here... I'm afraid it's not very convenient."

As soon as these words came out, even Yan Siyuan glanced at her with a hint of warning.

Zhang Yuan was slightly surprised, "why is it inconvenient? There are many rooms at home, and the servants are quick in hands and feet. It won't hurt to clean up."

She also wants Ning Yan'er to experience this heart piercing feeling more.

Chu Qing wanted to say something more. Yan Siyuan held her hand. She gave a meal, and the man took over the conversation.

"Mom, listen to you. We'll stay here tonight."

His words were concise and powerful. Zhang Yuan immediately couldn't close her mouth and hurried to arrange for her servants to change their quilt covers.

There were only three people left at the dinner table. Yan Siyuan stared at the woman opposite, more unscrupulous.

Ning Yan'er avoided slightly as if she had been burned by this line of sight, but suddenly whispered.

"Just now... Thank you..."

The beginning Qing half ring just reacts to come over rather Yan son's meaning, what she says is just block shrimp's matter.

Yan Siyuan replied with a low voice, his eyebrows and eyes were slightly expanded, filled with a trace of comfort, becoming more and more beautiful.

He turned his head and saw Chu Qing looking at them stealthily. Suddenly, his eyebrows and eyes sank. He remembered that the woman had left with high toes and high spirits just now, and the flame in his heart was pulled up.

But seeing Ning Yan'er's eyes sweeping, Yan Siyuan was angry again.

As soon as his eyes turned, he saw that the prawn had a long beard and red shell. He took care of it and put one in Chuqing's bowl.

Chu Qing looked at Yan Siyuan for some reason and heard him say, "peel shrimp."

“……”

Excuseme？

Ning Yan'er also stared at them. She didn't know that the potatoes in the chopsticks fell off.

Yan Si's distant eyes were like quenched ice, looking at Chu Qing's silent lips, "don't want to be the young lady of Yan family?"

Chu Qing lowered her head and looked at her glittering and pink nails. Even if she had not lived a rich and noble life before, she was also a young lady whose fingers did not touch the Yang spring water. Now, without her parents who spoiled her at the tip of her heart, she still had no willfulness.

Now she has to rely on the money and power of the Yan family. Yan Siyuan can deprive her of all her hope in a word. Why hasn't she restrained her temper and opposed him.

Chu Qing thought for a long time. She was annoyed and depressed. Finally, she twisted up the prawn and peeled the shell carefully.

She hasn't seen a sow go up a tree or a pig run, but she's not embarrassed by it. It's just that the seafood tastes strong and the fresh juice is dripping.

Chu Qing secretly glanced and threw the sliced shrimp into Yan Siyuan's bowl.

But it wasn't right. It fell on the table with a bang.

Yan Siyuan turned his head. If his eyes could kill people, Chu Qing felt that he had been shot into a honeycomb.