Tang Yichen caught it with one hand, put the pillow aside, and embraced the warmth in the past.
"Go down and see what they are doing?"
Warmly curled his mouth, wiped his somewhat red lips, and said softly: "What a shame!"
Tang Yichen didn't smile, and slowly walked downstairs, pulling the warmth.
Morphy and Nan Feng Xiao were standing in the garden. When a gust of wind blew, Nan Feng Xiao immediately took off his coat and put it on Morphy.
Obviously it was only a very subtle movement, but the warmth still saw that Tang Yichen's parents were really affectionate.
It's really not easy to be married for so long and still be like just married!
He walked over with a warm blush, and whispered to Tang Yichen's parents: "Dad, Mom, why don't you say a word when you come over?"
Murphy looked at her warm complexion and felt relieved.
Walking to the warm side, holding up the warm hand, "Yichen is not willing to go back, only we are here, otherwise how do you know if you and the child are good?"
Tang Yichen is not willing to go back? why
Warmth glanced at Tang Yichen, and saw Tang Yichen and Nan Fengxiao standing in front of the French windows, not knowing what to say.
"Their father and son are like this, we don't care about them."
As Morphy said, she pulled Morphy to sit on the sofa.
"I didn't toss you?" Murphy gently touched his warm belly, which was much bigger than before.
"No, it moved a while ago."
"Really?" Murphy smiled in surprise, with no wrinkles on his face, and sitting together warmly, just like sisters with a small age gap.
After talking to Warmth, Murphy left with Nan Fengxiao.
After the two left, they looked at Tang Yichen warmly, "Mom let us over, why don't you go?"
"I don't think they are long-winded."
Tang Yichen ignored the warmth and went directly to the study to deal with official affairs.
This one is almost becoming Tang Yichen’s second office...
Warmth is not easy to ask, but you can guess that it has something to do with his father.
This kind of thing, it is their father and son to solve it themselves.
…
Ye Xiaoai's two-day vacation was over. Seeing the disappearing school bus, she felt a sense of loss.
It's hard to get a good relationship with your classmates, and we separated so quickly.
Jessie stood beside Ye Xiaoai with the suitcase, her gaze following Ye Xiaoai's.
"Miss, go in." Jesse reminded.
Ye Xiaoai nodded and turned to go home with Jesse.
"Jesse, uncle is back at the door?" Ye Xiaoai asked tentatively.
"Second Young Master hasn't come back yet, but if you come back to take a good rest, he may come back later." Jessie remained expressionless and conveyed Tang Yiting's orders.
"Oh." Ye Xiaoai played for two days and was already tired.
I didn't want to ask Tang Yiting anymore, but she wanted to go home and have a quiet sleep.
Yes, it is so.
After taking a bath, Ye Xiaoai felt that she was alive, and she fell on the bed and looked at the photos.
The smile on the corner of the mouth has not disappeared, there are too many photos, and Ye Xiaoai hasn't reacted after twelve o'clock without washing it.
At this time, suddenly there was a rush of footsteps in the corridor, and the sound of men and women's shoes could be distinguished.
Still women's high heels!
Ye Xiaoai put down the phone and checked it carefully, and she really made the woman's high-heeled shoes sound.
The maids in the villa didn't wear high heels. Where did the women come from
Ye Xiaoai got up, opened a crack in the door, and her eyes widened.
Tang Yiting actually brought a woman back!