Mr.Yan's spoiled little wife

"Sister, you wait for me. It won't take long. I'll try to grow up." Qiao yuan held the petite Qiao Xin in his arms. The sound was wet.

"Well, I believe you." patted his brother on the shoulder. Josin smiled and comforted the boy who was swearing.

Qiao yuan's grades are excellent. Every exam is in the top five of his age. Qiao Xin has no doubt about Qiao yuan's bright future.

The man in the car's eyes gradually condensed as he looked at the window glass. Not far away, it was like a still picture when josin and Qiaoyuan hugged each other.

The more you look at this scene, the more angry you are. How long will you hold it?

Men and women do not give and receive. What's more, they are not close brothers and sisters.

The driver in the front row pinched the steering wheel and didn't dare to speak. He just felt that the cold air emitted by the boss in the back row was getting stronger and stronger in the confined space.

Rub your shoulders. The driver sighed that the night in early autumn was getting colder and colder!

When the cell phone in the bag rang, joxin let go of joyuan and crossed the call button.

"Why do you answer the phone now?" josin heard the cold voice of banquet night from his mobile phone, with anger.

Long time?

Josin recalled that his cell phone only rang twice just now. She connected the phone. Obviously, she answered the phone very quickly.

"I was busy just now. What's the matter?" josin thought of the low mood and gentle voice of banquet Secretary night at work.

She didn't come to coax him at that time. Now he seems to be in a bad mood.

The banquet secretary's voice didn't take a trace of temperature: "busy holding wild men, didn't you? Why didn't you hold my real husband?"

"What wild man? That's my brother. Qiao yuan. Are you in the car?" he looked around. Josin's eyes fixed on the smooth car under the street lamp.

Is he here, too? Didn't the banquet Secretary drive home when he got off work at night?

Bentley stopped there. Wait for her quietly. Joe Xin looked at the past as if he had looked at the banquet Secretary night in the car.

She said how she could always feel a feeling of being stared at downstairs. It turned out that there was no problem with her sixth sense. Banquet Secretary night really stared at her.

Josin breathed a sigh of relief. Immediately relieved.

"I can't kiss my brother, let alone a fake. I'll give you another second, or I'll go down and catch someone."

As soon as the voice fell, the banquet Secretary hung up the phone. He was afraid that if he continued, he would really lose his temper.

In fact, the banquet secretary who hung up the phone took a long leg, got out of the car directly and walked in the direction of josin.

"Xiaoyuan, bye. Your brother-in-law is waiting for me in the car. You can come and play if you have time in ten days."

Put the envelope containing money into Qiao yuan's pocket. Qiao Xin quickly waved goodbye to his brother.

It takes more than ten seconds to run from here to where the car is parked.

Josin bit his teeth and ran to the car. Banquet Secretary night is really torture.

The banquet secretary in a retro suit stood next to the car. He looked at josin's figure running towards him. His eyes were warm when there was no temperature.

Behind him was Qiao yuan's worried voice: "sister, slow down."

Qiao yuan looked at his sister leaving with worry in his eyes.

Haicheng had just rained in the afternoon, and the road was wet and slippery. And it's still a bumpy muddy waterway. It's troublesome to walk, not to mention running and jumping.

Qiao yuan saw a tall man standing next to the car. His momentum was different from that of ordinary people.