"It's cold."
Maybe it was because the effect of the medicine hadn't worked yet, Ye Xiaoai pulled the quilt and shouted non-stop, trembling slightly.
Even though Tang Yiting was still angry at her own words just now, he didn't listen to her own orders, and kept the quilt on Ye Xiaoai.
But Ye Xiaoai kept talking cold, Tang Yiting didn't move, so Yue changed her clothes and got into the quilt.
As soon as Tang Yiting approached Ye Xiaoai, Ye Xiaoai couldn't wait to get into his arms, the hot breath gushing over Tang Yiting's naked upper body.
Tang Yiting's throat rolled, this girl who was so skinny as bean sprouts could easily provoke him, it's a hell!
"Don't move!" Tang Yiting growled coldly, with blue veins bursting out of his forehead.
"Tang Yiting, bastard, I'll leave you sooner or later." Ye Xiaoai was burnt in a daze, but she still hurt Tang Yiting.
Tang Yiting snorted coldly, "I will settle today's affairs with you when you are better."
It seemed that the effect of the medicine had come, and Ye Xiaoai moved and fell asleep after a while.
…
Early the next morning, Ye Xiaoai opened her eyes and looked next to her subconsciously.
Nothing at all
Touching his still aching head, Ye Xiaoai couldn't turn it around all of a sudden.
Last night, she seemed to see Tang Yiting in a daze, and she smelled his body. Could it be that she had hallucinations
In the other direction, Tang Yiting dragged his stiff arm to sit in the car and drove in the direction of the group.
The driver in front was not relieved, and specifically turned around to remind, "Second Young Master, should you go to the hospital for a visit?"
Tang Yiting raised his deep eyes and shook his head indifferently, "Tell the family to let her take medicine. Also, if you order, everyone is not allowed to tell Ye Xiaoai that I took care of her all night."
The driver was stunned for a moment and nodded dumbly.
"Second Young Master, why don't you tell the lady that you actually care about her?" the driver asked boldly.
Tang Yiting smiled bitterly, "What if I say it? She still hates me the same!"
The driver didn't dare to say much, he actually saw the helplessness on Tang Yiting's face.
…
China, Kyoto.
Time passed quickly, and in a blink of an eye it was time for Warm and Tang Yichen's wedding.
Early in the morning, Mo House was surrounded by the three and three floors of the famous media in Kyoto.
Morphy stood on the second floor, the smile on his face had not disappeared since the beginning.
Nan Fengxiao wore a customized suit, which was specially ordered by Tang Yichen to make it.
The Nan Feng Xiao under the suit couldn't tell his true age at all, it looked like he was about thirty-five years old at most.
And Morphy wore a white lace dress. The shape was very simple, but it had a different kind of charm.
Nan Feng Xiao hugged Murphy from behind, his lips pressed against Mophy's white and tender neck, and Mophy was dumbfounded.
"Hey, don't mess up my clothes." Murphy pushed away Nan Feng Xiao.
Nan Feng Xiao listened to Murphy's words, but did not let go of Murphy. Instead, she held her in this position and looked at the lively garden.
"Nan Feng Xiao, go and see my son." Mo Fei pushed Nan Feng Xiao, and Nan Feng Xiao coldly snorted, "What's so beautiful, it's not like that."
Murphy was helpless, turned around and looked at Nan Feng Xiao seriously, and said displeasedly, "Nan Feng Xiao, when are you going to have trouble with your son? How close are you to your son, okay?"
Since childhood, Tang Yichen didn't like to be close to Nan Feng Xiao because Nan Feng Xiao was too indifferent to everyone.