Mr.Yan's spoiled little wife

Banquet Secretary Ye stared at mingcaiyan and doubted her words.

The beauty he won at the beginning of tomorrow group has become a legend in the industry. Mingcaiyan lost her face and was finally forced to roll back to Japan.

She can never easily agree to return now.

But. No matter what moth she makes, she will stay this time.

"It's been a long and hard journey today. I've prepared the hotel for you." banquet Secretary Ye's face was faint with emotion.

Mingcaiyan stares at him, draws her finger on Yan Siye, and finally hooks his button.

"I've already told you. This year, I'm going to be Yanqiao's real mother." mingcaiyan raised her eyes, looked at him and said, "in a year, no matter what happens, I won't care."

Banquet Secretary Ye grits his teeth. He has indeed promised, but he doesn't like mingcaiyan.

However, once a word is spoken, it is impossible to recover!

Now that the agreement has been signed, it will certainly meet her wishes.

"Haven't come to Haicheng for such a long time. I shouldn't be familiar with it?" banquet Secretary Ye lowered his eyes and looked at her. "You can go around in the last few days. When you get used to it, I'll publish our news in the newspaper."

Having achieved her goal, mingcaiyan smiled.

But now she looks really thin and terrible. After watching it, people feel that they have seen a mummy.

Banquet Secretary night took a step back. Keep a distance from her.

He has a mania for cleanliness. Only josin can be treated, and no one else can.

His action also fell into mingcaiyan's eyes, but she didn't say anything more. In the future, the two of them are still in a long time and don't rush for a moment.

"Let's go. Let me go to your house to see the environment." mingcaiyan pulled her suitcase. "I'm not interested in Haicheng. I'm just interested in banquets."

She took the first step, and banquet night followed.

The other side. Yan Qiao ran ahead and Liu tezhu chased after him.

Yan Qiao was in poor health, but after a while, he was sweating and his lips were white.

Finally, I saw josin in casual clothes in front of me.

"Aunt -" Yan Qiao looked at the woman in front and shouted. "Wait a minute."

There is usually no one in the VIP channel, and josin stops conditionally. Looking around, she was alone.

She turned her head. Look at the little guy behind you.

He smiled and turned to his mouth, "little guy, are you calling me?"

Yan Qiao nodded, holding his knee and gasping.

Liu tezhu followed Yanqiao and dared not open his mouth at all.

The young master doesn't know anything, but now the boss agrees to mingcaiyan because of the bone marrow transplantation. If he said more, he could celebrate next year's Qingming Festival.

Josin looked at the child and stopped.

Yan Qiao came to her side step by step and looked at Qiao Xin sweating. "Aunt, what's your name?"

He tried to make sure he didn't breathe. After saying this, he began to cough violently again.

Josin frowned. The child

"How are you? Are you not feeling well?" josing looked at him and said anxiously.

Something seemed to pop up in her mind, but no matter how hard she tried, she couldn't catch the picture in her head.

Josin was familiar and strange to the little boy in front of him. He seemed to be familiar, but he couldn't remember his identity.