Sweetheart,Come Back!

Qin Jian instinctively wanted to stop her from watching, but then thought that she had seen the monitoring, and that what should be seen had already been seen and would not move.

The sleeves were rolled up to expose the glass lacerations on the arm.

Anyin looked down along the wound until he had good scratches on his hand, back and palm.

Anyin took a deep breath and said softly, "has the wound been treated?"

"It's been dealt with."

Qin Jian's mobile phone ring breaks through the silent night.

Together they look at the phone with the screen on.

It's Qin's house.

Anyin always thought that she could see through. Even if it was Miss Mu's coming, she would not feel much. However, looking at the caller ID, she felt flustered when she thought that there was a lady from the twilight family in Qin's house.

Qin Jian picked up the phone, "sister Ling, what's the matter?"

"The table lady of the twilight family asked the old man for an Yin to serve him, and the old man agreed."

Qin Jian said coldly: "the face of the evening house is really big."

“……” Wu Ling did not dare to answer.

Anyin can't hear what Wu Ling says, so she opens her eyes and looks at Qin Jian. She wants to know the content of the conversation.

Qin Jian looked at her, "let Yan Xinyue pass."

"Yes."

Qin Jian hangs up the phone and looks at an Yin. His eyes are as deep as the night behind him.

Suddenly, he put his finger on her chin and kissed her.

An Yin subconsciously slightly avoided, chin pain, was pinched by him, unable to avoid, his lips accurately stuck to her lips, overbearing not allow her to retreat.

****Zhao Liqin, Mu's cousin, looks at the woman standing in front of her.

A dignified dress, but everywhere there are traces of deliberate, obviously in order to see them, just deliberately dressed like this.

The more sedate, the more unrestrained it is in peace.

Zhao Liqin cold hum, fox spirit!

"Are you an yin?"

"I'm not an Yin, I'm Yan Xinyue."

Zhao Liqin immediately pulled down her face, "the person I want is an Yin, what kind of things are you, dare to gather up yourself."

Yan Xinyue's face became a little ugly.

Wu Ling said, "anyin didn't come back, so our third young master asked Miss Yan to come over. Miss Yan is our little lady. She can take care of people more than anyin

Yan Xinyue secretly hates her. They never treat her as a little lady.

Now the dusk family came, they pushed her out, and the little lady, who kept talking, clearly gave her hatred.

Sure enough, Zhao Liqin and her mother, Mu Shuzhen, changed their faces and looked at each other before they looked at Yan Xinyue.

Qin Jian threw his little wife out to serve them, which was enough for their face.

Instead of feeling comfortable, there was a kind of disgusting feeling of flies.

Wait for Wu Ling to leave and see Yan Xinyue from the top to the bottom.

It's just like this. How can you get a crush on Qin?

Wu Ling: "Miss Yan, you will take care of the guests."

"OK." Yan Xinyue cursed Wu Ling to death in her heart, but her face was polite and respectful.

Wu Ling leaves.

Yan Xinyue comes forward to serve tea.

Zhao Liqin looked at Yan Xinyue coldly, "my sister hasn't passed the door yet. You've climbed into the bed of the third young master first. You're so fierce."

"I don't have the courage. I'm just the third young master. I'm confused. I think I'm another person." Yan Xinyue finished, as if to say a leak of the mouth, hurriedly look flustered to cover his mouth.

"The other one? Who is it? "

"No No one. "

It's much more wrong than that, Wu Ling.

You think it's harming anyin?

But I don't know, it's the third young master who deliberately threw you out and let you show your horse's feet.

PS: This article will change the title of the book to "sweet wife: boss, don't make a fuss". When babies see the name change, don't think the book is gone. Thank you for your tickets. I went on to write. What's more, it's an extraordinary period. If you're afraid of something wrong, you don't dare to get older. Don't always hold on to the author and scold him. The author has no choice but to change the contents of the book's title. If it's not forced, the author doesn't have to worry about it.