Quick Wear: Host, are you playing here?

After lunch, Meng's mother took Hua Xia and Meng Wanwan shopping. Meng Rushen followed them out of concern. When he personally checked the clothes, Hua Xia had just changed her clothes and came out of the fitting room. The next second, the woman rushed over and hugged her and cried. Meng Rushen did not stop her this time, and his eyes were also red.

After the original owner was sold to the dark night several times, his brain had been damaged by illness and he could not remember his origins. He only knew the word "zheng", so he used this word as his name and code name.

The area around them was quickly cleared. The woman hugged her and cried for a long time before she gradually calmed down. She raised her tear-stained face and returned to reality. Thinking of the relationship with Yan Yue, the woman took a deep breath and said, "Zheng'er, it's okay. Go back with your mother. Let your father talk to Master Yan."

"He, he, considering the relationship between the two families and Wanwan and Yan Ting's marriage, he will let you go."

Hua Xia: “…”

What with what...

Hua Xia blinked and explained: "No..."

Just as she opened her mouth, she was interrupted. Meng Wanwan glanced at the surveillance cameras in the mall, walked to her mother, and advised, "Mom, this is not a good place to talk about this. Let's go back after shopping."

"Okay, Wanwan is right, let's go home!" Qi Yuna agreed repeatedly.

The woman held Hua Xia and Meng Wanwan in each hand and walked out of the mall. Hua Xia touched her small bag and found that the secondary card given by Yan Yue was of no use at all.

The Meng family's driver drove the car to the downstairs of the building, got out of the driver's seat and opened the door. Before they could get close, several black cars surrounded the luxury car. A black Maybach stopped right in front of the Meng family's car, and the rear door opened, revealing a noble figure sitting inside.

The perfectly tailored suit enveloped the man with an icy aura. Yan Yue raised his eyes, his dark eyes deep, staring straight at him.

One of Yan Yue's driver and bodyguards stopped in front of the car door, bowed slightly and raised his hand to make a "please" gesture, his eyes clearly falling on Hua Xia.

Liu Shan had been hanging not too far away, but when he saw the master's intention, he stepped forward and stopped in front of Hua Xia: "Ms. Lin Zheng, the master, please get in the car."

The sky was dimming, neon lights were just beginning to turn on, Hua Xia's hand was tightly grasped by Meng's mother, Meng Rushen took a step forward but was stopped by Liu Shan. He had no choice but to say respectfully to Yan Yue from a distance: "Master Yan, the results are out, can we reunite our family today..."

The man didn't move. The light in the car was dim and his expression could not be seen clearly. Under the long-term pressure, Meng Rushen gradually stopped talking. The elegant man's brows were full of forbearance. Yan Yue still didn't say a word. The atmosphere was heavy, as if to crush people.

No one dared to confront Yan Yue head-on.

Hua Xia knew clearly that Yan Yue was staring at her. She fumbled in her bag, took out her cell phone, turned around and said to the Meng couple, "Let's add each other's contact information."

Meng's mother looked up. Hua Xia's eyes were calm but inexplicably soothing. Meng's mother looked at the black car, and after a moment, she nodded hesitantly. Yan Yue would not be the one to give in. In the end, they would be the only ones to compromise. That was not something the Meng family could contend with.

"Like a gentleman..."

After exchanging numbers and adding each other as friends, Hua Xia put away her phone and got into the car. A resentful aura immediately came over her. The man with a dark aura turned his head to the side and said in a deep voice, "Drive."

Hua Xia waved at the worried couple. The car door closed automatically and the windows were locked and could not be opened. However, the two of them should have seen it and forced a smile and waved back, but it was uglier than crying.

"Can't you sit still?" Yan Yue's cold voice came from the side.

Hua Xia turned her head and asked: "Why are you so angry?"

Yan Yue: “…” How could she tell that he was in a bad mood?

Hua Xia sorted out the knitted bag she carried with her and said casually, "Don't forget to ask Liu Shan to bring back the things I bought."

The car moved forward at a fast speed and soon left the commercial district. There was no response from Yan Yue yet. Hua Xia pursed her lips and asked, "Did you hear that?"

Yan Yue glanced at the rearview mirror. The driver received the message and looked up at Hua Xia and said, "Okay, Ms. Lin."

Hua Xia took out her cell phone and chatted with Meng Mu, whom she had just added as a friend. She could see that the other party was very careful with her words, asking if Yan Yue was angry, and indirectly asking if this old man with a bad temper had done anything to trouble her. Hua Xia typed that it was okay, but she didn't know whether the other party believed her or not.

The city lights were flickering outside the car, and the interior of the car was dark. The figure of a person who was concentrating on chatting on his mobile phone was reflected on the glass window. Yan Yue suddenly sneered.

Hua Xia paused, he was fine when he went out this morning, but a man's heart is as deep as the sea!

"Where do you get the money to buy things?"

The man's big black head spoke to her. Hua Xia pondered for a moment and blinked slowly: "Are you unhappy that I didn't use your money?"

Yan Yue's back was slightly tense as he turned sideways. He would not admit that Liu Shan had clearly reported that someone had entered the mall to buy something, but he had not received any consumption information. His anger was becoming more and more blocked and accumulated. After he came to pick her up in person, he even discovered that the woman had no intention of going back, and he finally exploded.

"You know so many of my secrets. Do you think I will really let you go?"

"ridiculous."

Hua Xia: “….”

Diagnosed, ill...

The phone buzzed with a series of message alerts. Yan Yue stared at the car window in front of him: "Want to chat?"

Hua Xia: “….”

The message was still ringing. Perhaps Hua Xia suddenly didn't reply while they were chatting, so Meng's mother was subconsciously worried. She lowered her eyes slightly, and sure enough, Hua Xia raised her hand and took a picture of the back of Yan Yue's head, opened the photo editing software, and added the colorful artistic words "I don't want to care about you".

The newly born Yan Ye emoticon package.

Hua Xia sent it to Yan Yue first. In her peripheral vision, the big black man lowered his head to touch his phone. Another faint light appeared in the car. Hua Xia sent dozens of emojis in a row. Her hands were numb. Yan Yue snorted coldly, "What are you doing?"

He tilted his broad shoulders towards Hua Xia and said, "Don't take pictures randomly."

"Where's the card?" Feeling that he was not dignified enough, Yan Yue stretched out his hand in a strange gesture, "Give it back to me."

It really is......

Hua Xia patted it with her bare hands: "No."

Yan Yue hurriedly withdrew his hand: "......"

This time, Hua Xia replied to Meng Mu's message by sending Yan Yue's emoticon pack and said that she was photoshopping the pictures. This time, it was the other end who was quiet.

On the way back to the Meng residence, Meng Rushen comforted his wife: "Don't worry, Yan Ting is our son-in-law, and Yan Yue will not do anything to Zheng'er just for his sake."

Meng Mu held up her phone, and the interface showed a newly sent emoticon package, which was a half-profile of a cold and gloomy face, with a man leaning on the backrest with his hands folded across his chest. The originally frightening face became very funny with the colorful artistic words "It's okay!"

That cold expression revealed a sense of grievance...

Meng Rushen saw that his wife had stopped typing frantically and was staring at him blankly as if she had seen something extraordinary. He leaned over to see the interface clearly and fell silent: "This..."

this......

The grass on the grave of the last person who spread Yan Yue’s photo is five meters high, right?