Slightly sweet when I first heard it

He Yihong couldn't see the majestic seven-foot man being so pretentious, and drove him to the living room to play.

He Nange pricked up his ears: So, brother Jinghuai is Yan Jinghuai.

This was the third time he had heard the name.

The last time he saw Qingyin sending a text message, his smile was too ambiguous, so he asked casually, "What are you doing?"

Wen Qingyin replied that she was texting Brother Jing Huai.

The tone was sweet and greasy that he had never heard before.

As a science man with a high IQ, He Nange can figure it out with his toes. There is something wrong here.

So he went to Li Yuchen to inquire.

He rolled up Li Yuchen's sleeves a few times, and pretended to ask casually, "Is your partner handsome?"

Li Yuchen is a fan of Yan Jinghuai's face, and feels that a young and promising overlord like herself should have such a face.

While chopping vegetables, he sighed: "That's not so handsome, he's a super handsome guy. Fortunately, our wild boars acted quickly and got a certificate from him."

There was a thunderbolt on a sunny day, and He Nange was stupid on the spot.

He originally thought that at best he was a boyfriend, and at worst he was just a fiance.

I didn't expect, I really didn't expect, that I was almost at the step of obtaining the certificate.

And he, what, what, all, no, know, know!

He Nange rushed to the living room angrily, Wen Qingyin was taking pictures of the small cake He Yihong made.

Seeing the nasty smile on her face, He Nange knew that she must be texting Yan Jinghuai again.

He Nange asked: "Aren't you and Yan Jinghuai going to have a wedding?"

Wen Qingyin was busy writing messages to Yan Jinghuai, and replied without raising her head: "Not recently. Grandpa just passed away, so it's not appropriate."

He Nange snorted coldly and said, "It's good. You didn't notify me of your marriage, so I thought you didn't plan to let me participate."

Only then did Wen Qingyin realize that something was wrong.

Who is this talkative man!
She got up immediately, relying on He Nange's physical inability, she rushed straight into the kitchen to take refuge.

There is a saying that there are unpredictable things in the sky, and she fled to the kitchen door only to find that the door was locked.

Seeing He Nange approaching, Wen Qingyin slammed the door, "Daddy, let me in!"

He Yihong and Li Yuchen put their backs against the door firmly.

Li Yuchenhe was worried: "Dad, is this door strong? Can it hold wild boars?"

In the face of the catastrophe, He Yihong has no time to argue with him about titles.

He scolded: "You are stupid, what material can withstand wild boars. Use more strength to hold the door and don't let her in."

When He Nange went to the living room to settle accounts with Wen Qingyin, Li Yuchen remembered that she had said something she shouldn't have said.

After he confessed to He Yihong, the two immediately closed the door and locked the door, leaving Wen Qingyin to face the angry He Nange alone.

An hour later, at the dinner table.

He Nange sat in the main seat with his arms folded, with a serious face.

The remaining three sat across from him like little chickens, drooping their heads, not daring to speak.

There was a big hole in the door of the kitchen, and the wind blew through the gap, making the hearts of several people feel cold.

He Yihong looked at Wen Qingyin and found that Wen Qingyin was also looking at himself.

The two exchanged glances, and looked at Li Yuchen together again.

Li Yuchen was terrified by the expectant eyes of the two, and quickly shook her head.

Wen Qingyin made an 'offensive' gesture towards him and poked him in the ribs.

The "Prince of the Business District" was in pain, and jumped up with a cry.

He Nange gave him a cold look, "What do you want to say?"

Li Yuchen took advantage of the situation and stood beside him, thumping his shoulder like a dog, "Calm down, don't care about it like a child."

He Yihong hurriedly chimed in, "That's right, Nannan, it's not like you don't know, this child has been short-sighted since she was a child, who knows what's going on in her mind."

He Nange's expression became even colder, "So you all knew about it a long time ago, so just keep it from me."

"You are all your own people, but I am an outsider, right?"

After all, He Yihong is a high-level executive of a big company, even if he is recognized as an honest person, it is relative.

He immediately disregarded the relationship and pretended to be sad: "Wen Jianjian threatened me, she said that if I dare to tell the truth, she will beat me to death."

Ginger is really old and spicy.

Li Yuchen gave a thumbs up and started crying too.

Wen Qingyin opened her eyes wide, and looked at He Nange expectantly: "If you pretend to be so fake, you won't believe it, right?"

Of course He Nange didn't believe it.

But if you think about it carefully, this little wild boar is not incapable of doing it.

After all, he is partial to Wen Qingyin, and he doesn't want to argue with her anymore.He asked, "Does Dad know about this?"

His 'little dad' is Wen Yuming.

Li Yuchen confessed and was lenient, striving for a commutation of sentence.He immediately replied: "Wen Qingyin did this to anger her father, can he not know?"

He Nange frowned slightly, and asked again, "Where is Ms. An?"

...Everyone was silent.

He Nange interpreted their silence as shame.

As a reliable person, he took out his mobile phone: "Wen Qingyin, explain to Ms. An yourself."

After all, he confirmed with everyone again: "Ms. An doesn't know?"

Not knowing where the tacit understanding came from, the three of them shook their heads in unison.

It is early morning in London, and Ms. Ann is wearing a soft beige cashmere sweater, trimming flower branches in her rose garden in the hazy morning sun.

After the call was connected, she showed them a red rose with dewdrops, which was as beautiful as a painting.

She blew them kisses: "Good morning, kids."

He Nange didn't bother to say hello, and sadly told her about Wen Qingyin's secret marriage.

Ms. An is even more human, and she immediately understood what happened.

At this time, Wen Qingyin's text message arrived late.

Ms. An decided to ignore Wen Qingyin's request for help after a little analysis based on the reality.

In the spirit of a dead fellow Taoist not a poor daoist, a second later, she let out an exclamation and passed out.

On the phone side, the four of them were startled.

He Nange grew up by her side and was very close to her, and he was really worried about her.

The remaining three thought, Ms. An's acting skills are so exquisite, it's a pity not to go to Hollywood to win glory for the country.

The housekeeper of Ms. An's natal family's old house is an old-fashioned gentleman from Country Y, who wears a suit in the morning.

He answered the phone with a somewhat rigid respect:
"Sorry, everyone, the young lady fainted, and this call can only be suspended."

He Nange's anger almost turned into substance, and he said word by word: "Wen, Jia, Yin!"

Wen Qingyin didn't go home until midnight after dinner.

She pushed the door listlessly, and Yan Jinghuai immediately appeared in the entrance.

Seeing her tired face, he asked, "Did you quarrel with your brother?"

Wen Qingyin had long forgotten that she had not formally introduced Nanmei to him.She put her arms around his waist and muttered for a long time, but Yan Jinghuai didn't understand what she said.

She looked very tired, so Yan Jinghuai moved the detailed discussion to a later date.

When returning to the room, Wen Qingyin suddenly stopped in front of the sofa.

Yan Jinghuai asked, "What's wrong?"

Wen Qingyin became serious, "Sofa, you may not be able to sleep for long."

Only then did Yan Jinghuai remember that when he moved in, he had told Wen Qingyin that he was only living here temporarily, and it was good to sleep on the sofa.

So, she's going to throw herself out?
Yan Jinghuai suffered from insomnia again.

The whiteness re-occupied his brain.

There seems to be an extra string on the top of his head, which is slowly tightening, and his limbs are also shrinking.

His body was tense, he couldn't close his eyes, he couldn't think.

He loses his sense of time.After about 10 minutes, maybe a few hours, there was a slight noise in Wen Qingyin's bedroom.

Before I knew it, the night had passed.

He heard the sound of her drawing the curtains, and then the shuffling of footsteps.

Wen Qingyin is always like this, when he wears slippers, he seems unable to lift his legs.

Yan Jinghuai knew she was coming.He didn't want to face her now, so he closed his eyes.

The sound of slippers came closer and closer, and finally stopped beside him.

Wen Qingyin's breath slowly approached, and then, two soft lips pressed against his cheeks.

Yan Jinghuai was surprised.

He didn't know whether this kiss was on Wen Qingyin's whim or if it happened every morning.

His eyes were sour, and a sense of grievance welled up in his heart.

At this time, he hated hearing the voiceless voice a little.

He wanted to question her, what on earth did he take their feelings for.

If he likes it, why bother him.

If you don't like it, why are you so gentle with yourself?

Wen Qingyin didn't know the boy's mind at all.She hummed Yan Jinghuai's song, made breakfast for two, and then went to work.

The equipment factory in charge of Xu Danian has a big client coming today, so she has to go there in advance to prepare.

The meeting time is about ten o'clock, and Xu Danian will arrive at seven o'clock.

He had just entered the office when the assistant told him that Xiao Wendong was already waiting for him in the living room.

Xu Danian took back the fritters he brought to his assistant, and carried them to the living room for Wen Qingyin.

In order to prove that he is not a shady boss, before leaving, he said: "You can order a breakfast yourself, the price is not limited, and I will reimburse you."

The assistant stopped insulting him in his heart.

Wen Qingyin sat at the head seat in the reception room, with materials piled up in front of her.

Xu Danian put the fritters in her hand, "I bought it by the way when I came here, I can't finish it by myself. Try it, their family is very famous."

Wen Qingyin's breakfast is a battered egg fried by herself, and the bright yellow and crispy fried dough sticks are right in front of her eyes, it's really hard not to be tempted.

So I washed my hands with hand sanitizer, and took out my chopsticks from the bag.

Xu Danian was dazzled by her colorful equipment.He asked, "Where do you get so many children's products?"

Wen Qingyin showed off to him, "Our Brother Jing Huai prepared it for me."

Xu Danian was about to die of anger at this stupid straight man, and he said angrily: "I found out that you are a married woman. You used to be so grand, you didn't have so much fuss about it."

Wen Qingyin was very proud, "Our brother Jinghuai said that I am a princess, and these are the standard equipment for a princess."

Brother Jinghuai, Brother Jinghuai, I know Brother Jinghuai every day, go live with you, Brother Jinghuai.

Xu Danian didn't bother to talk anymore, and began to organize the documents in front of him.

At around 09:30, the two returned to Xu Danian's office to confirm the follow-up details.

After another 10 minutes, Xu Danian's assistant came over and said that the guests had arrived.

So the two moved to the conference room again.

They sat down when the guests arrived.

The first person to come in was a foreign old man with blond hair and blue eyes, followed by several men and women, all of whom were his assistants and translators, including foreigners and Chinese.