I Will Eventually Inherit the Archbishop of Heaven

"What, what do you mean?"

Yan blinked blankly, obviously still not recovering from the huge shock.

"It means that Miss Kiyana is just playing a little joke with you."

She looked at Yan who was stunned, and a blush floated across her cheeks: "Have you ever seen an example of doing it the night before and finishing it the next day?"

"Ah..." He was stunned for a second: "Really?"

Rita nodded silently, with a helpless expression.

"This is common sense."

Yan was immediately relieved, and couldn't help but let out a long sigh of relief: "How could I know this kind of common sense!"

You must know that before Rita came to find him, he was a very ordinary little devil, not to mention this kind of common sense about pregnancy, he had never even held the hand of a girl of the same age!

Don't look at him being so coquettish now, he was innocent back then!

"Scare me to death!"

Yan felt sincerely, but fortunately it was not true, otherwise his little heart would not be able to bear it.

It is still too early for him to do things like children at present, he is not ready at all, and there is a burden that his life cannot bear.

Of course, if he ever had a child, he hoped it would be a girl.

It is best to inherit the appearance of him and the eldest lady.

The first is his favorite white hair!And the eyes... Just follow your own blue color!

Of course, the most important thing is to be cute!The cutest kind in the world!

Imagine the feeling of holding your lovely daughter in your arms, and somehow feel pretty good.

However, this kind of situation is probably impossible to experience for a while.

Yaen recovered from his fantasy, glanced at the young lady's explosive speech like a cloud bomb, and sneered.

[Don't even think about going to sleep tonight, dear lady. 】

After he sent this sentence, he put away his phone and ignored the follow-up reply.

He had already made up his mind in his heart, the naughty child had to be severely punished and taught her a profound lesson!

Let her know what jokes are good and what are not!

That's right, from today onwards he will establish his majesty as the head of the family, and anyone who dares to challenge his authority will be severely punished!

What leather whips and black house restraints, buy them all and take them home!

I'm going to draw orthographic marks on the eldest lady's legs tonight!

——Draw a hundred straight characters!

"Lord Ian..."

Rita distanced herself from Yan calmly, a look of embarrassment appeared on her delicate face: "Your smile looks so evil, and a little disgusting."

...Let's teach this crumb maid a lesson first!

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"Wait, wait a minute! You, you, you, you, you wrote me back, Hundan!!!"

Qiyana jumped up from the bed suddenly, her fair face was flushed with blood, her mouth was trembling, and even her typing hands were shaking non-stop, as if she was at a loss.

Messages were sent one after another, like Jingwei's stones that were thrown into the sea, and there was no message after dropping them.The other party seemed to have never seen it at all, and never replied a word from the beginning to the end.

It was almost as if he had made up his mind.

Kiyana lowered her arms blankly, her heartbeat sounded like thunder in the silent room, clear and loud.

She lowered her head and glanced at the final reply of "don't want to sleep tonight, dear young lady" on the screen again. It felt like a pair of invisible hands were comforting every part of her body, spreading all over her body. The tingling sensation like an electric shock stimulated her fragile nerves.

Kiyana pressed her hands tightly to her hot cheeks, and even her expression turned into a circle-eyed look.

"Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!"

She was just trying to make a joke, but she didn't expect to get such an answer!

What does this person want to do to her again!What does this sentence imply again!

Scenes from last night quietly revived like bubbles, and flashed continuously in her mind, like feathers falling from the sky, every glimpse recorded their indulgence.

Miss Pure Love's head has become dizzy due to overload, and she can vaguely see the scorching steam escaping from the stupid hair on the antenna above her head.

It seems that it is already in the development stage.

In the next period of time, Qiyana always maintained the brainwashing loop player mode, like a precocious girl full of unhealthy thoughts.

It wasn't until the sound of the door opening that she woke up like a dream!

Qiyana's shoulders jumped like an electric shock, and her blue eyes, which were as wet as water, widened, panicked.

She quickly climbed from the bed to the door with the speed of lightning, with her hands pressed against the side of the door, and she listened to the movement from outside.

Then, she heard the voice of a charming maid who was extremely familiar but shouldn't be here at this time.

Um?what happened? !

Qiyana froze for a second, then opened the door violently.

The light poured in, and the scene in front of her suddenly appeared in front of her.

I saw a beautiful woman dressed in casual clothes just took off her shoes, subconsciously raised her head when she heard the door opening, and after seeing Kiyana again, she showed an elegant and polite smile.

"Good afternoon, Miss Kiyana."

Rita Rossweisse said calmly: "I heard that Lord Yaen said that it is not convenient for you to get out of bed, so I volunteered to prepare today's dinner for the two of you."

"I believe you don't mind? Hehe~"

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PS: I'm sorry, after getting married with Bronya yesterday and getting the marriage certificate, Xier had to go to get it even though she was crying.I wasted a lot of time, hey, I like to be jealous at such a young age... (sigh) yeah~?where are these black tentacles coming from

143: I'll go buy a box and a lightning rod first...

"Eh? So Master Yan can also cook?"

Walking on the street, Rita and Ian had an ordinary conversation, and inadvertently revealed information that surprised the maid.

"Of course, don't forget that I have always been self-sufficient before you came to me." Yaen shrugged, holding two bags of ingredients in his hand, like a home cook: "If you don't If you learn how to cook, do you want to order takeout every day?"

Recalling those days back then, Yaen actually had a sense of etherealness as if he had passed away, as if a long time had passed.

I remember that the reason why I started to learn how to cook was because I was forced by Qiyana, who was a child of Ola.

At that time, every time they ate, they ordered nearby takeaways. Once or twice was fine, but as time passed, they really vomited after eating, and whenever they smelled the smell, they felt nauseated with gastric juices.

Moreover, takeaway express delivery was far from as developed as it is today, so there was no convenient situation where takeaways that were several kilometers away with a mobile phone could be packaged and delivered to your door.

In fact, it is reasonable to say that cooking should be done by Qiyana, who is a girl. When Yan was about to refute, she saw her directly pulling out a baseball bat from behind, slapping Gently tapping on the palm of your hand, your eyes tell the threat that you can say it if you have the ability.

Come on, so Yan started to learn how to cook without saying a word.

During this period, many thrilling and interesting things happened, such as almost igniting the gas tank or something...

In the end, Yann managed to learn how to cook a few decent dishes, and excitedly wanted to show them to Qiyana, only to realize that the energetic girl had already left quietly.

——as abrupt as when she came.

However, as the saying goes, all partings in the world are for better encounters. After many years, he unexpectedly met that Qiyana again miraculously...accidentally stole her first kiss.

This may be fate.

Yann suddenly thought of his eldest lady again, and said that he and [Qiana] were really destined.

"That's really surprising."

Rita casually lifted a strand of soft hanging hair, with a smile on her face: "If there is a chance, please let Rita taste your handicraft."

"It's better to avoid it. The meals I cook by myself are barely edible. Compared with Rita, you are far behind."

Ian refused without thinking about it.

joke!It is like talking to England about gentlemen and America about liberty, Russia about war and France about surrender.

With Rita, a master who is comparable to Michelin three stars, here, how can he make such a mess?

Yan suddenly stood still and stopped in front of his own gate...well, his own gate.

It's true to say that, after all, based on the super ~ friendly relationship between him and the eldest lady, it is said that there is nothing wrong with his family.

Even the hostess of the original home is her own.

"Thanks, Rita."

Yaen turned his head to look at the maid who accompanied him all the way, and nodded slightly: "See you tomorrow."

Rita smiled softly, her expression was calm but she didn't speak.

Yan turned around and took out the key to open the door, but he heard the sound of high heels hitting the ground approaching behind him.

The movements of his hands stopped for an instant, and when he looked back, he saw the maid who seemed to be waiting for him to open the door standing quietly behind him, with a meaningful smile.

what's the situation?

He was a little confused, and couldn't help asking: "Uh, Miss Rita, is there anything else you need?"

"Master Yan, since Miss Kiyana is too weak to move, how about I prepare this dinner for her?"

Rita stroked her chest with her hand, Mao then introduced herself.

"Ah this..."