Rich Mommy's Talented Sons

Thinking, she went into the living room, Xuan Yiche sat by himself with a cold face, no one came over to sit by his side. Diwu Yue was distracted at first, but then suddenly remembered that he was the boss right now.

Lord of Xuan Family sat on the usual seat. Although his expression was not bad, he still put on airs. He no longer had the appearance of an old child from yesterday. Typically, he was an old man from the ancient times, a man who wholeheartedly spent money in the modern era. One of them was Xuan Yiche's father, whom she recognized. Even though she didn't say anything last time, she had secretly remembered it in her heart.

Beside Xuan Yuanhao was a middle aged woman who looked like a noble woman. Because she was well-maintained, she looked very young, but she actually knew that this stepmother was very young.

She never knew that her future father-in-law had the habit of eating young grass! Even though she thought that in her heart, she still couldn't see through it on the surface, so she continued to read along with it. A teenage little girl sat there quietly, holding the phone in his hand and sending messages nonstop. She didn't even raise her head when Diwu Yue entered the room. When she occasionally looked at her mother, her expression was also filled with boredom, making her feel even more uncomfortable.

There sat a man who looked somewhat similar to a woman. He was much younger than Xuan Yi, just over twenty years old. It was clean, clean and pretty. There was a group of girls chasing after them. But the peach blossoms did not look pleasant.

From the moment Diwu Yue came in, his peach blossom eyes had revolved around his body. Instantly, his impression of her became slightly worse.

Seeing her enter, Xuan Yiche immediately waved her over. She handed the key in her hand and the bag s to the servant, then walked over naturally. Xuan Yiche did not have the intention to introduce her, nor did she have the intention to ask.

She never gave San-er any face.

Xuan Yuanhao sat there as if he was sitting on a needle cushion. Looking at the expressions of his son and father, he knew that he shouldn't have brought that woman along. The old man's face didn't look so bad when he brought his children over, and he would occasionally give them some pocket money. But it was different this time, not only did he bring the woman back, Xuan Yiche was also here.

Right now, looking at Diwu Yue who had come in from the back, he knew that he would have to look at other people's faces in the future.

"Hubby, who is this girl?" Fu Jiaojiao watched as Diwu Yue walked to Xuan Yiche's side and sat down. Xuan Yiche had even personally poured water for her to bring her fruits, the unkind look on his face had become even more pronounced.

The old man did not speak, and his son did not answer either. Diwu Yue, even more so, did not even look at him, so Xuan Yuanhao could only turn around and say to Fu Jiaojiao with his somewhat stiff neck, "This is Little Che's wife, Fifth Miss."

At the side, before Fu Jiaojiao could say anything, the girl who was sitting beside him opened her mouth first. Fifth? Is that a surname? "Why isn't his surname fourth or eighth?"

Anyone could hear the disdain in Xuan Lingxi's words.

The old man's expression changed a few times, while Xuan Yiche's expression became even colder. Diwu Yue's indifferent expression could not be seen, but Xuan Yuanhao was still trembling.

"Lingxi." Xuan Yuanhao roared at his daughter.

"What is it? Why are you so loud? " Before Xuan Yuanhao's temper could even be released, the little girl was the first to become angry.