Mr.Yan's spoiled little wife

Duan Qingqing sighed. She doesn't know what to say now.

"Yes, he came last night. I thought he would take you back last night. But when he saw you asleep, he said he wouldn't disturb your rest. He watched you downstairs all night."

Duan Qingqing looks at her best friend and doesn't want to go back with the banquet manager at all, but the banquet manager with strong aura has been waiting downstairs. At dawn this morning, Duan Qingqing finally found out that she was going to cook for josin. She saw the black Maybach open the door. Yan Siye in a black suit came towards her. Duan Qingqing guessed that Yan Siye must have seen her.

Duan Qingqing stops at the hall on the first floor. The banquet secretary gets off at night and walks in towards her. A cold and noble feeling. Let Duan Qingqing see the moment of banquet night and stay in place.

Josin is married to the best! What kind of bike do you want with this appearance? Duan Qingqing tried her best to control the tears from the corners of her mouth until the opening picture of a male model in her eyes. There was a thermos box and an attractive smell.

The sound of banquet night is still magnetic and gorgeous. "Hello, Joe Xin's friend, Duan Qingqing, isn't he?"

Powerful aura. Duan Qingqing was a little flustered at that moment: "yes. Yes... Hello. The banquet is always good."

The banquet secretary handed over the long cooked chicken soup and the small steamed buns that josin likes to eat: "she asked you to take more care of her. I'll wait for her to come out here. There's a chicken soup I cooked last night. Please take it in for breakfast."

Duan Qingqing held back the groundhog scream, my God. It turned out to be the chicken soup cooked by Yan Siye, the president of Yan family.

"Thank you, Mr. banquet. I will take good care of Xin Xin."

Carrying the heat preservation bucket, Duan Qingqing hurriedly ran back to her small apartment. Duan Qingqing lamented that Yan Siye was powerful and beautiful. If she were Qiao Xin, she would have to pay attention to him even if she was uncomfortable with Yan Siye. Even if she quarreled with him, Duan Qingqing secretly glanced at the black car parked downstairs. If she had such an object as Yan Siye, Even if it was a quarrel, she had to slap her face first.

Best friend's boyfriend, no!

Turning to reality, Duan Qingqing heard Qiao Xin say, "really? It's so cold at night that she won't go back."

What man can wait for his daughter-in-law downstairs all night after quarreling with her like banquet Secretary night?

But now it is also true that Qiao Xin is angry with him. Duan Qingqing hesitates: "Xin Xin, if you don't want to go back, I won't open the door for him."

Qiaoxin finished the small cage bag in her hand, cheered up and said, "this matter must be solved, otherwise it will always exist and block in my heart."

Duan Qingqing thinks so. She tries to persuade Qiao Xin and Yan Siye to have a good talk. The news club will catch the wind. If it is because of the involvement of a third party, they should have a good talk.

"Then go back and ask him for an explanation. What do you want to do when you are married and talk to the Secretary! Xin Xin, if you still feel uncomfortable, come back to me and I'll take you on a trip."

Qiao Xin smiled and hugged Duan Qingqing: "thank you, ah Qing. I'll talk to him."

The door of the apartment finally opened. Banquet Secretary night saw josin appear at the door. His tired look immediately cleared away, got off and walked to her.

"Come out? I'll take you home."