Luxury Marriage: Rich Family's Love

"Qianqian, you should have finished the exam. You will have an internship next year. Do you have any arrangements?" Tang Zixuan sat on the sofa not far away, blew her hair with a hair dryer and turned her back to her, so she saw the dense mist of tears under her eyes.

"My brother-in-law said, let me go to HT practice."

Qianxia's voice was calm and indifferent. Suddenly, there was a trace of unconscious self mockery and pity. With her head down, she tried to bite her lip, "but I'm still thinking about it." She really needs to think about how to break this relationship, and how she can get out of this dilemma.

"HT is a good platform for her to learn and accumulate experience. Don't think about it. Take a two-day break and go to work!" The rustling sound of the hair dryer blurred Tang Zixuan's smiling voice. She looked back at her and smiled happily. "Ha ha, Yan really didn't disappoint me. He took care of you for so long. Wait a minute, I must reward him."

"Hmm..." Qian Xia nodded, and her eyes gradually darkened.

But at this time, there was a sound of footsteps downstairs.

Tang Zixuan immediately turned off the hair dryer and got up and went out.

Qianxia sat beside the bed, trembling and tense. Vaguely, she seemed to hear Tang Zixuan's laughter downstairs and ye Shengyan's somewhat surprised lazy voice. Then, her sight became more and more blurred, and drops of tears fell, drowning her so unprepared.

For a long time, qianxia washed her face with cold water before going downstairs.

In the living room, ye Shengyan sat on the sofa and smiled and stared at Tang Zixuan snuggling in his arms. His eyes were intertwined. Tang Zixuan's loving eyes were intertwined with his dark and deep eyes. There are not many intimate and intense actions, but they tell the emotion in their hearts in such a long stream.

Qian xialeng walked up to them and pulled out a stiff smile, "brother-in-law, you're back!"

The night Saint Yan Shuer looked back, and his slightly restrained eyes stirred up a strange and obvious vortex at the moment when he touched her. He pursed his lips, and his voice was mixed with a trace of cold displeasure, "HMM."

"Dinner is ready!" Qianxia didn't dare to look at him again. She turned her head and walked into the kitchen calmly.

But she could feel that the hot eyes had not left her.

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