Ye Cong knew clearly that this matter could not be delayed any longer, otherwise it would not be of any benefit to Xin Ya.
When she turned on her phone, the first thing she saw was her smiling face.
"What do you think a bad person looks like?" Ye Cong suddenly asked.
"Bad guy?" Xinya tilted his head slightly, as if searching for such an image in his mind, "Probably similar to Young and Dangerous."
Young and Dangerous, that’s not bad.
Ye Cong shook his head helplessly, but didn't know how to tell her.
"Rose's words don't need to be put on the line, she will leave soon." It seemed unnecessary, but Ye Cong said it again.
Xin Ya paused and responded secretly.
"By the way, how do you plan to spend the Lantern Festival?" Ye Cong didn't want to continue this topic, so he changed the topic, "Xinmiao and Xinyang are coming over that day, let's be together."
"Ah?" After cooking the shrimp, Xin Ya came out of the kitchen, "Why didn't I know about their Lantern Festival visit?"
Isn't she the one who is the sister
"Maybe he thinks that my brother-in-law is more reliable." Ye Cong said smugly, knowing that Xinmiao always contacts her when he has something to do.
Xinya didn't give up, returned to the living room and picked up her mobile phone, and found that Xinya really didn't contact her, "Why, I am her sister."
It’s so embarrassing to say!
"There is no difference between sister and brother-in-law." Ye Cong said matter-of-factly, looking at Xin Ya with a bit of pride.
Xinya's face was stained with a hint of crimson. They were not doing anything yet. How could this man talk like a brother-in-law all day long
"Ignore you." Xinya said with a red face, and turned back to the kitchen.
Ye Cong lay on the armrest of the sofa and looked at the woman inside. His heart was filled with satisfaction. This woman was his, completely his.
It's a pity that I didn't give it away as my twentieth birthday gift, so I still have to find an opportunity.
Obviously he is one or two years older than Ye Yuwei, but now Ye Yuwei's children are seven or eight years old, and he hasn't even taken care of the mother yet. No, no, this can't continue.
Why don't we just find an auspicious day in the near future and take care of the baby's mother first before talking about anything else
Thinking about it this way, Ye Cong thought it was just a good idea.
The woman who was just cooking in the kitchen had no idea what the old fox outside was paying attention to at the moment.
After dinner, their daily activities were to sit on the sofa and watch movies. In the past, there was one sofa for one person, but now there is a lot of room for two people on one sofa.
Ye Cong was looking at Xin Ya in his arms the whole time, not caring much about what was being shown in the movie. He was playing with Xin Ya's hair with one hand, leaning back, with a bit of indescribable laziness.
Xinya was watching so seriously that she naturally didn't notice Ye Cong's movements at this moment. While watching, she was still trying to figure out the heroine's acting skills over and over again. It wasn't until her hair was pulled in pain that she yelped and looked back. He looked at Ye Cong with dissatisfaction.
Ye Cong seemed to be addicted to the game, pulling her hair and refusing to let go, "We obviously use the same shampoo, why does your hair smell better than mine?"
It was an extremely boring question. Xinya rolled his eyes secretly, feeling that the tall and tall Mr. Ye before had turned into a childish ghost. He was still the kind of childish ghost who was extremely childish.
"You don't want to watch a movie and go to bed." Xinya wanted to take back her hair, but Ye Cong directly pressed her down, "Ah-"
"You sleep with me." Ye Cong's deep voice fell in Xinya's ear, with a slight smile in the chest pressed against her.