"The fighting ability is good, and the sexual happiness in the future is guaranteed." Youyou said again, and Tong Yan turned around and continued to go downstairs.
Fang Chixia stood stiffly on the spot, her ears buzzing with what she just said, and she felt a little drunk.
When did this damn girl become so capable of hurting her
When Tong Yan went downstairs, Shi Jinyang had already gotten up first.
His car was parked outside the gate of the villa, already started, and seemed to be waiting for her on a special trip.
Tong Yan didn't bother with him. When he wanted to see her off, she opened the door and sat on it.
What happened last night was very embarrassing, but the relationship between her and him was not something that could be avoided by embarrassment.
You can't avoid it anyway, so it's better to face it calmly.
Tong Yan found that she had a good mentality. She had already reached this point, and she could still calmly build herself up mentally.
Shi Jinyang was actually looking forward to seeing her blushing little daughter.
Shi Jinyang's recent hobby is a bit unique, and he doesn't know when he developed it. He suddenly likes to see children in embarrassment.
However, what disappointed him was that Tong Yan walked out as if nothing happened last night and was extremely calm from beginning to end.
Shi Jinyang was a little disappointed, but he didn't say anything. He started the car and slowly went down the mountain.
It was already past nine o'clock when Tong Yan got home in his car.
There was no class today. After getting off the bus, she entered Qing's house and never came out again.
Qing Muchen hasn't come back yet, so Mo Xier is obediently learning the art of flower arrangement with Tong Xiyao in the main room.
In Tong Yan's opinion, Mo Xi'er is a perfect wife.
She was born as a daughter, and she grew up in a Mafia-like family, but she was not squeamish at all, she was elegant, gentle, and beautiful.
Tong Yan often thinks that all men will like such a girl, right
This is Mo Xier in her eyes.
I have never seen what Mo Xier's impression was like when facing Qing Muchen.
"Xi'er, brother, haven't you come back yet?" After entering the house, Tong Yan paused and said hello to Mo Xi'er.
"Not yet!" Mo Xi'er replied casually.
"You didn't call to tell me when you would be back?" Tong Yan asked more questions just casually.
Mo Xier seemed not to have expected that she would ask such a question, and was accidentally pricked by the rose in her hand.
Blood dripped out of his fair skin almost instantly.
"Alas!" A small cry came not from her, but from Tong Xiyao beside her.
Mo Xi'er came back to her senses and looked down at her hands, her eyes stagnant.
She was not a spoiled person, and she didn't think it was a big deal.
Tong Xiyao felt more sorry for her than she did. He frowned, stopped what he was doing in panic, and held up her hand. Tong Xiyao casually took a tissue.
"Why are you so careless? Look, it's all bleeding. A girl's skin is tender, and it doesn't look good if the skin is broken somewhere." While scolding her, Tong Xiyao helped her wipe the blood on her hands.
"Mom, I'm fine." Mo Xi'er replied lightly, still paying attention to Tong Yangang's words.
Qing Muchen didn't call back once in the past two nights.
What he went to do, she didn't know.
She didn't know when he would come back.
She still didn't know who he was with, whether he was safe or not.
This is her marriage to him.
Other outsiders will always know everything about him better than her wife.