After the rebirth of the metaphysics boss, he won in a wealthy family

It's just that even if Tang Simi was teased by the third lady, seeing her delicate and timid face, Tang Simi couldn't get angry.

"If I say that you are sick and can't go home to recuperate, then I will be blamed and let you stay at home with a sick number." Tang Simi muttered.

Miss San was still as pitiful as a delicate flower.

"You can do whatever you say."

Tang Simi knew it, and now she said, let the third lady enter the tablet starting from today, and she is not allowed to come out again.

This third lady, it is her wish to listen, and she will be obedient and obedient.

It's just too pathetic.

The third miss of the Yan family just wanted to get close to Tang Simi's relatives, so it wasn't a big treachery.

"I really want to go." Tang Simi asked softly.

The third lady nodded hurriedly.

Tang Simi sighed.

Could it be that he committed crimes in his previous life?

"You just thank your grandson." Tang Simi said, picking up the brush that Yan Liangping sent.

"There's plenty of time, I'll make you a body, and the yin energy in your body won't offend others." Tang Simi said.

Third Miss immediately became happy. She grabbed Tang Simi's wrist and shook it affectionately.

It's just that Tang Simi is good at controlling paper, and the movements of paper figurines are lifelike, but...

"I'm good at drawing talismans, but I can draw Danqing..."

Tang Simi became distressed.

"I'll think of a way slowly." Tang Simi said, and when she saw the solution, she came to her door.

Yan Hebai smiled unconsciously when he came in.

He carefully looked into the door, and saw Leng Xuelu and the third miss of the Yan family.

"I heard that your house is very lively."

Tang Simi explained: "Mrs. Tang came over just now and asked me to go back for dinner during the Chinese New Year."

Yan Hebai nodded slowly, as if he had some unspoken plans.

Tang Simi looked at him suspiciously.

He heard Yan Hebai ask: "Where is that Daoist Zhang?"

He asked Zhang Huaizhen.

Zhang Huaizhen just left in the morning.

Tang Simi burst out laughing, what is Yan Hebai pretending to be.

But it's quite interesting: "Yan Wu is like a humanoid surveillance. You don't know where Zhang Huaizhen has gone."

Yan Hebai didn't think anything of being touched by Tang Simi, "It's just that his car entered your basement today."

When I heard that Zhang Huaizhen packed up his things and was about to leave, Yan Hebai was secretly happy for a day.

If you don't leave again...

"I'm driving that car now." Tang Simi said.

Yan Hebai nodded, and a smile unconsciously hung on the corner of his mouth. Recently, his health has improved a lot, and he doesn't need to borrow a wheelchair from time to time, and his whole body looks radiant.

He stood in front of Tang Simi's house, as if standing on a hill.

A smiling face is also pleasing to the eye.

"Then I won't bother you now..." Yan Hebai said.

Leng Xuelu said: "It's all here, let's play for a while before leaving."

Yan Hebai glanced at Tang Simi.

Tang Simi's words stuck in her throat seemed to have been opened by him.

"If you have time..."

Leng Xuelu took the third miss by her arm, with a bumped look on her face.

Third Miss looked at Yan Hebai ignorantly.

Gradually, I saw a little bit of difference.

Yan Hebai sat down, and Leng Xuelu made a few cups of fruit tea: "Mimi, can you bring it to the living room for me?"

There's nothing wrong with it. Leng Xuelu cooks and she serves the dishes, which is the living habit of the two of them.

It's just that when Tang Simi came out to make fruit tea, she thought that this tea was for Yan Hebai...

I can't help laughing.

She put down the fruit tea, Yan Hebai said thank you, and immediately took a sip, his brows raised slightly.

The sweet fruit tea made by Leng Xuelu can probably give Yan Hebai a big surprise.

Leng Xuelu was generous, and came out wiping her hands: "My Mimi doesn't serve drinks to others except me, so you can have fun secretly, Mr. Yan."

Yan Hebai seemed to want to save face for Tang Si, so he immediately picked up the quilt and took another sip.

"Thank you Miss Tang."

Yan Hebai turned his head again and glanced at the Third Miss of the Yan family.

"This is?" It was the first time he saw it.

Tang Simi showed him the tablet on the altar table: "Miss Yan Family."

Yan Hebai was surprised, but he was tolerant.

"Miss San." He greeted.

Third Miss muttered softly, "How do I go out to meet people, have you figured it out yet?"

She was afraid that after today, Tang Simi would forget about her affairs.

She sat down next to Tang Simi sticky.

Tang Simi smiled, "Understood, I will definitely find a way for you."

With Tang Simi's promise, Miss San was satisfied.

Yan Hebai was curious, but he just sat down and tasted the cup of fruit tea that Tang Simi personally brought.

When Tang Simi spoke, he pricked up his ears and listened carefully.

Tang Simi said: "Mr. Yan, do you know any masters of painting who are good at taking portraits of women?"

"You don't need a famous artist, you just need to look like it."

Yan Hebai thought about it, and asked, "What are you painting Danqing for?"

Tang Simi said: "My mother invited me back for a reunion dinner, and she insisted on following."

"But she looks like a ghost, and I can't go directly. I want to make a body for her with a paper doll, and I'm looking for someone to draw a face for her."

Tang Simi explained that Yan Hebai understood, and he said, "Can Miss Tang let me try?"

Tang Simi was pleasantly surprised: "You know so many things."

The smile on Yan Hebai's face who was praised was more cautious, "Then let me try, but I need to draw a practice hand first."

"I have a lot of paper here." Tang Simi was very happy.

As soon as Yan Hebai came, he solved one of her problems.

Speaking of which, the room where Tang Simi made paper figurines and drew spells every day was prepared for her by Yan Hebai when she gave her the house.

The paper inside was also prepared by Yan Hebai according to Tang Simi's request.

Tang Simi asked Yan Liangping to bring the pen.

At the auction that day, Tang Simi called the shots, and Yan Hebai gave it to Yan Liangping.

"Today Yan Liangping found my home and gave me the brush. I didn't expect to use it so soon."

Yan Hebai spread out a piece of paper, picked up a brush, and dipped it in the ink Tang Simi usually used.

After he drew a few strokes on the paper, he smiled knowingly.

Seeing Miss San staring at the person on the paper, "Oh, I want this face!"

When Tang Simi heard it, she asked, "Master Yan is very good at drawing, is she satisfied with this comparison?"

Yan Hebai said in a deep voice, "No."

"I'm drawing a picture for you." Yan Hebai said, moving the paper aside and putting it away carefully.

In this picture, Yan Hebai painted the appearance of the third lady.

The third lady looked at it, and let go with resentment: "This is very similar to me."

Tang Simi also took it, "Let me see, it really looks like it."

Yan Hebai sighed. "You guys want to have dinner together during the Chinese New Year."

Tang Simi thought about it, why Yan Hebai sighed.

After thinking for a second, Tang Simi figured it out.

Yan Hebai is alone.

It seems that Yan Hebai can't understand the kind of festive reunion that Chai Lanzhi talked about.

Tang Simi's compassion moved slightly.

Yan Hebai also said: "Sometimes it's a festive season, and I still feel a little envious of other people's happy reunions."

Tang Simi pursed her lips: "Otherwise, I'll tell Mrs. Tang that you can go too."

"Really!" Yan Hebai was surprised and delighted,

Miss Yan Jiasan frowned, she looked at the man and the woman.

I really wanted to shake Tang Simi's shoulders and ask her.

"How come you can detect me, Yan Hebai, you are so foolishly fooled?"