Mengbao against the sky: Daddy fell from the sky

"Your grandma is too much."

Mu Wan'er recalled that He Junlin's performance tonight was as indifferent as an outsider from the beginning to the end. Even dancing this dance with her was under the coercion of Mrs. He. I thought he had a cold personality, but it turned out that he was unwilling.

No wonder he treated her badly all night, he must have thought that she was playing mandarin ducks with Mrs. He.

Depend on!Thinking about it this way, wouldn't she become the vicious female supporting role in the novel?
"I'm a little interested in your elder brother, but that's all. I'm not interested in being a third party, let alone being a stepmother. If I had known earlier that he had a master, I wouldn't have come tonight. "She clarified her position sternly.

"Oh." He Jingcheng tilted his head, his deep and sharp eyes fell on her delicate face.

"Since you're not interested in big brother, why don't you consider me? Strictly speaking, I'm better than big brother. At least I'm single and I'm very dedicated to love."

Mu Wan'er sized him up, the man in front of her was somewhat similar to He Junlin.

With a handsome face, a tall and muscular body, there is an aristocratic air in every gesture.

Looking at the evil smile on the corner of his mouth, Mu Wan'er swallowed subconsciously.

In fact, compared to the frosty He Junlin, she prefers He Jingcheng, a bit of a naughty romantic.

"That depends on your performance." Clearing her throat, Mu Wan'er said arrogantly.

The second floor.

Stepping into the room with his son in his arms, he immediately saw Yang Zhuoying's slightly lonely figure sitting on the sofa, and He Junlin's heart tightened slightly.

Holding a glass of red wine, Yang Zhuoying drank a whole glass without knowing it.

"Why are you drinking here alone?" A familiar deep male voice sounded.

Yang Zhuoying was stunned for a moment, looked up, and saw He Junlin walking to her side with his son in his arms.

"Didn't you dance with others below? Why did you come up?" She hiccupped, her eyes fell on her son, and she blamed her:
"Baby, don't pester Daddy, he still has to entertain guests, come over to Mommy."

Facing her reproachful gaze, the little guy was dumbfounded, Mommy was so scary, and his little hands hugged Daddy tightly for help.

He Junlin patted his son's butt reassuringly, and signaled that he was in everything, before asking her back with a half-smile, "Why, do you want me to stay with other women all the time?"

Being turned against the general, Yang Zhuoying put down the empty cup a little irritatedly, and heard He Junlin say to her son: "Daddy, I'm a little hungry, baby, go downstairs and help Daddy bring something up, okay?"

The little guy couldn't wish more and said: "Okay." After He Junlin put him down on the ground, he immediately let go of his feet and ran out of the room.

Yang Zhuoying glanced at the several plates of snacks on the table, knowing that someone was trying to push her son away on purpose, and deliberately sarcastically said: "You are such an old man, if you don't go get it yourself, how old is your son, you just use him like this. Does your conscience hurt?"

"Seeing you here alone drinking to burn your sorrows, my heart hurts even more." After speaking, He Junlin sat down beside her, picked up the fork she used, picked up the dessert, and began to eat.

As if to prove that he was really hungry, after a while, he wiped out several plates of snacks on the table.

Seeing how he ate, Yang Zhuoying was a little suspicious, whether they were eating the same dish of dim sum, why did she think the taste was quite ordinary?
"Is it enough, is it enough for someone to bring some more?"

"It's almost there. When you get back, cook me some noodles." He Junlin picked up another drink on the table and drank it down.

Yang Zhuoying raised her eyebrows, what's wrong with this man, obviously there is plenty of food here, if you don't have enough, you'll be full, why do you want her to go back and cook noodles?
"Why do you drink alone?" He Junlin put down his glass and asked casually.

"I'm not drinking." Yang Zhuoying retorted without thinking, she was just a little thirsty just now, so she just poured a glass of red wine to drink.

"Oh." He Junlin looked at her with smiling eyes, and the smile in his eyes made her feel embarrassed to be seen through.

"Just now, I saw you dancing with Ms. Mu, and you seem to be in perfect harmony." Yang Zhuoying blurted out, with a sour tone that even she didn't realize.

The corner of He Junlin's mouth curled slightly, "Are you jealous?"

Yang Zhuoying almost choked on her saliva, and retorted angrily, "Which eye of yours saw me jealous?"

"Do you dare to say that it wasn't you who asked the baby to come downstairs to find me just now?" Why is this woman so stubborn, wouldn't it be good to be frank?

Yang Zhuoying's eyes widened suddenly, "Of course." No, before the words could be uttered, He Junlin suddenly raised her chin, and sealed her lips with a fierce kiss.

The strong masculine breath enveloped her, making her dizzy for a while.

This man took advantage of her again, damn it!
Yang Zhuoying wanted to resist, but as if he expected her reaction, he reached out to hug her tightly, deepening the kiss.

"No matter how many women want to approach me, the place next to me will always belong to you alone."

In a daze, Yang Zhuoying heard these words, and before she could finish digesting the meaning of the words, she heard footsteps coming from outside the door.

"Daddy, Mommy, I'm back." The little guy's cheerful voice came.

Hearing her son's voice, Yang Zhuoying suddenly came to her senses, and pushed hard on someone who was still holding her, beckoning him to let go quickly.

"Tell me, were you jealous just now?" He Junlin said in a playful voice, as if she would not let go unless she made it clear.

"Yes! Can you let go?" Yang Zhuoying answered simply, and he also let go.

The little guy walked in with a smile, followed by a maid, who was holding a tray in her hand, on which was the food the little guy had chosen.

"Daddy, I asked my sister to bring these up for me. See if you like them." The little guy said.

"Young Master He." The maid placed the food on the tray on the table one by one, "Is there anything else you need?"

"Thank you, there are no more for now." He Junlin thanked politely after glancing at the items served, including sushi, fried chicken legs, lobster, and some more distinctive dim sum.

"If you need anything, please ring the bell and call me." Before the maid turned to leave, she took a sneak peek at Yang Zhuoying who was sitting there, a look of jealousy flashed in her eyes.

After the maid went downstairs, she went straight to Mrs. He, whispered something in her ear, and saw a look of displeasure flashing across Mrs. He's face, but she quickly covered it up and continued to chat with her The guests joked.

When the guest walked away, Mrs. He turned her head to look at the maid, she immediately stepped forward knowingly, and listened to her whispering instructions in her ear.

"Okay, I understand." Li Jie nodded and left after taking orders.

This scene was captured by He Jingcheng, and his eyes followed Li Jie, a thoughtful flash of thought flashed across his face.

"Since you like that girl so much, go after her."

Suddenly, a sinister female voice sounded in my ear.