My Clingy Boyfriend Asks for Kissing Every Day

Obviously, there has been such a moment, and everything is about to be said.

It is impossible to predict what Song Wang will think after he speaks out. Fortunately, there is still room for maneuver.

If I remember correctly, the sound of the whistle that interrupted him just now came from downstairs.

Ke Yanze frowned and looked at Song Wang.

The latter was also looking at him, noticed his eyes, and nodded slightly.

He was silent, walked to the window, opened the curtain a small gap, and looked down.

The silver-white car that was supposed to be in the warehouse that I saw during the day appeared again downstairs, and outside the door of the room, there were once again the sound of hurried footsteps from many people.

In the courtyard below, there was a slight sound when the door of the villa was pushed open, and then the dim light inside was revealed.Putting on a coat, Luo Ran stepped out and faced the silver luxury car.

A servant bent slightly and opened the door on the right.In the next second, a leg with leather shoes stepped out.

When the man got out of the car, Ke Yanze's eyebrows twitched.

The man was wearing a white shirt with a dark blue blazer draped over his arms. Even after working for a day and night and sitting on a plane for several hours, his stern face only showed a little fatigue.

In terms of appearance, Ke Zhengyu is undoubtedly handsome.But he has the sharpness and depth that are unique to businessmen after being immersed in the mall for many years.

Perhaps in many cases, all he needs is a look, which is enough to make people feel terrified.

I have to admit that Ke Yanze is indeed similar to him in many ways.

Song Wang also walked behind him, saw the man, and asked in a low voice: "Your father?"

"En." He responded softly, pulled the curtains, and covered the scene below where Luo Ran spoke with Ke Zhengyu:

"Get ready, he's coming."

Song Wang nodded and sat back on the chair.

Ke Zhengyu at the bottom got out of the car, raised his hand to straighten his slightly wrinkled collar, seeing this, Luo Ran quickly stepped forward to take his place, and asked softly, "Why is it so late?"

"Those old fellows are too difficult to deal with, and it took me a lot of effort to deal with them," Ke Zhengyu paused at this point, his voice slightly lowered:

"Where's Ozawa?"

After arranging his collar, Luo Ran took the suit jacket in his arms by the way, and said softly: "Xiao Ze has been shutting himself in the room, I haven't seen him."

"Well," Ke Zhengyu said without any expression on his face, "Is Tongtong asleep?"

"I just fell asleep, and I have been clamoring to see my brother." When talking about Ke Tong, Luo Ran's face softened a little.

When Ke Zhengyu heard this, a trace of a smile appeared on his serious face: "Tongtong doesn't talk to anyone, but just gets close to his brother."

"Is it really useful? Let's rush back to China, in case Tongtong is still..." Speaking of this, Luo Ran was hesitant to speak, his eyebrows were slightly frowned, and he looked at his husband.

The man patted the back of her hand comfortingly: "Don't worry, you have to try."

Even so, he couldn't hide the worry in his brows.

As if thinking of what happened to his youngest son, Ke Zhengyu sighed again, paused for a while, and said: "Let's go and see Ozawa first."

Luo Ran gave a soft "um", and handed the suit jacket in his hand to the servant next to him.