Biquge www.xbiquge.cc, the fastest update of the forced pregnancy: Boss pet wife addiction latest chapter!Yan Shiting glanced at the middle-aged woman named Aunt Wang, and recognized that she was the woman who picked up Xiaobao. She had guessed that she was a nanny before, and it really was.
He lit a cigarette, took a sip, narrowed his narrowed eyes, and watched Cheng Yingxuan put the dishes bought by Aunt Wang in the refrigerator and sort them.
She didn't expect that she would help a nanny get things.
Looking at her behavior, it seemed that she respected the old woman named Aunt Wang.
I remembered that Xiao Bao had said that his dad was gone.
Cheng Yingxuan is usually busy at work, and it is estimated that Aunt Wang helped her with her children, so she showed more affection for the nanny.
Aunt Wang brought a cup of hot tea to the coffee table in front of Yan Shiting, nervously stuttering, "Yan...Yan drinks tea..."
"Aunt Wang, he has a cleansing habit and won't drink." Cheng Yingxuan walked from the kitchen and sat on the sofa with his ass. "You pour tea for him, it will only waste our water."
Yan Shiting frowned, and the woman with the surname Cheng sincerely couldn't live with him. "Let's go."
Aunt Wang was at a loss, "Then Mr. Yan is busy first, and he told him to speak straight."
Yan Shiting's cold eyes deliberately crossed the appreciation, glanced at Cheng Yingxuan, "Did you see? Your servants know the rules better than you."
Cheng Yingxuan smirked, "Aunt Wang, Yan Shiting is an uninvited guest, there is no need to be polite to him!"
"This...not so good..." Aunt Wang hesitated.She had heard that Mr. Yan was called President Yan Luo, and no one who offended him had a good ending.
"Nothing is bad." Cheng Yingxuan is not afraid of the sky.
Aunt Wang shivered, "I...I..."
"It's nothing, you go back to the room first." Ying Xuan saw her fear.
"Huang." Aunt Wang hid back to his room with amnesty.
Cheng Yingxuan returned to the room to make up for sleep, not to mention Yan Shiting, and woke up to find that he was sitting on the edge of the bed. His dark and deep pupils were staring at her face in an instant.
I don't know how long he stared at her, no wonder she couldn't sleep well.In my dreams, I always felt a burning eye.
She was sleepy and yawning, "You haven't left yet?"
"Not saying that, I live here." The tone was overbearing, he just informed her instead of asking.
She got up and washed quickly. She took a dress from the cupboard and put it on. She saw him staring straight at him and glared at him, "Look, I want to change clothes, don't you know if it's impolite?"
He sneered in the corner of his mouth, "Isn't it not seen yet. Is there something on you that I haven't seen or touched?"
She grimaced, picked up her skirt and hid in the bathroom to change it before she came out.
Walking to the dressing table, I took the comb and combed my long hair.
He looked at her dark, soft hair, almost without combing, and it was drape and supple. He remembered that in his villa, often after drying her for one night, she was tired and fell asleep, he held her, fingers When cha entered her hair, her smooth hair, delicate silk as fine as he liked it.
She looked at him thoughtfully, "Mr. Yan, are you fa spring again?"
This woman can only be honest if he is so fucked that he falls asleep.He stood up, took the comb in her hand, and naturally combed her hair. The movement was slightly stiff because of the first time she combed the woman's hair.
She looked at his gentle eyes in the mirror and felt for a moment that the man had her in her heart.
PS: Did the babies put the book in the bookshelf?