Jiang Qianqian sneered, "You know what I mean. ”

Ren Yiyu glanced at the not very good faces of Kang's father and Kang's mother, and smiled: "Is there anything else to do with the two of you?"

looked at the stiff faces of the two, and beckoned Zhang Yun again: "Take Miss Xiang's luggage down for her, that house will be changed into a baby room when it is finished." After speaking, he didn't say anything, turned around and left. Hang these four people here.

Xiang Yirou was a little weak and glanced at Kangcheng. Kangcheng's face was also ugly, and the black was almost dripping ink.

Although Jiang Qianqian's words just now were not clear, the sympathetic glance could be seen by a fool.

Zhang Yun took Xiang Yirou's suitcase out, not big or small, and put it in front of her, without saying anything, and left.

"What are you doing here?" Father Kang sneered, got up and rushed away angrily. Kang's mother followed.

Xiang Yirou felt like she was stabbing in her heart, but she didn't dare to explain, she seemed to want to cover it up, and just looked at Kangcheng quietly.

"Is she telling the truth?" Concord condensed.

"Do you believe her?" Xiang Yirou's expression was stunned, "Do you know who she is?"

Kangcheng looked at her sharply, and there was a deep loss in his eyes.

Xiang Yirou met his gaze, the deep grievance in her eyes was just due to emotional transfer, she gave up for him to this part, isn't it enough to prove that she loves him?

Kang Cheng looked at her for a while, looked away, and sighed: "Let's go." ”

The two were silent all the way. Xiang Yirou knew that there was about to be a battle. But which one will Cannes stand on?

After the last incident, although Kangcheng didn't mention it, many friends inquired about him, coupled with his spiritual cleanliness, and finally turned to this topic a thousand times.

The conclusion is the same: there is no difference between the second hand and the second hundredth. So the Met says only once, and that's the official language that most women use to excuse their indulgence. The standard answer is the same standard. Because there is no need to live a puritanical life anymore.

The two were silent all the way, and Cannes did not go back to the apartment or home in the past few days.

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It is true that I was awakened by the heat in the morning.

It's hot and heavy, what is this? Yizhen stretched out his hand and pulled it, it was actually three quilts?

Pushing the person next to him in disgust, he really gritted his teeth: "Nightshade, what do you mean? Do you want to heat me to death? What a beast!"

Young Master Ye turned over, threw three thick brick-like quilts on her, and laughed heartily: "Don't you like to grab quilts? ”

"I don't like me to grab the quilt, don't come and squeeze my cot!"

"No, I'm going to share a cot with you. Squeeze you to death. ”

Yizhen threw away the three thick quilts on his body, got up and tied his hair, and looked at Ye Ember with disgust: "You don't plan to go to work today?"

"What, isn't it good for me to accompany you at home?" he raised his eyebrows: "Hurry up and pour me a glass of water!"

Yizhen squinted at him, and decisively pinched his foot: "Call me at home every day, I'm not your little maid! Go to work!

Ember squinted her eyes: "No, I can control the company's affairs remotely." Don't you like to be up and down and sleep? Hehe, I'm here, don't you think. ”

Yizhen looked at him with resentment. This person suddenly stayed at home for the past few days, and every day he either wanted this or that, and he felt uncomfortable if he didn't call her for a day.

"Didn't you say yesterday that you were going to fry blue crabs for me? ”

"Did you buy the coffee beans?"

"Help me get the charger in. ”

Yizhen was called by him early in the morning, took the charger and threw it on the table: "Please, you go to the company." ”

"Nope. "It's also very tsundere.

"I'm not your little girl. Yizhen warned him for the last time, "If you quarrel with me again, I will beat you to death." ”

Young Master Ye raised his eyebrows: "Yes, yes, you are not a little girl, you are the little girl of this young master." Unexpectedly, he grabbed the person and hooked it into his arms, "Come on, come on, let the master spoil one." "After saying that, he was hit with a few hammers.

"You are acting as a domineering young master and falling in love with me. Yizhen stiffened his face, "Now Tempo is about to go out on treasure hunting with his lazy cousin." As he spoke, he struggled to his feet and ran towards the door.

"You are indispensable everywhere. Nightember glanced at her: "Just look at it in the cat's eyes, don't run out alone." ”

Yizhen is also very boring, and every day he sees Tianbao and his cousin go out to hunt for treasures.

The two of them were fat and thin, one yellow and one black-ridged, holding a blind cane, the same looking back angle, and a loud voice: "We went out to hunt for treasure!" and then returned empty-handed every day. Yizhen always refuses to fall in a scene, and he is happy all day long.

"Is it that funny?" "Ember of the Night leaned over, squeezed Yizhen aside, and pouted, "Bored." ”

"Oh. Yizhen shook his lips and smiled: "Why did you say that cousin Tianbao was so dark? It can't be from Africa, right?"

Young Master Ye tilted her and thought again: "It looks darker today." ”

"yes, yes. Yizhen looked in the cat's eyes again, "And it's still the kind of charcoal gray, a bit like the Australian natives, standard African blacks?"

"Well, the Australian natives were early Caucasians, and later some of them became small blacks in the ocean, and they have nothing to do with the little blacks in Africa. He grabbed and corrected: "The Australian natives are not as black as the black people, like the Ezo of Hokkaido." ”

"What is Ezo?" asked.

He glanced at her in disgust: "Go away, you don't deserve to talk to me." ”

"How so. ”

He's not clingy anymore, and she's again.

After lunch, I really plan to draw illustrations for a while and stock up on some goods for future illustration exhibitions. When I returned to the room, Kang's mother called.

Yizhen hesitated to answer, but the other party was not Kang's mother, but a male voice: "Hello, I'm Kangcheng, take the trouble to ask, do you have time?"

Yizhen was stunned when he heard it: "Is there something wrong with you?"

"Yes, about Xiang Yirou, I have something I want to ask you. ”

Yizhen was even more suspicious: "My relationship with Xiang Yirou is not good, you ask me?"

Kang Cheng hesitated at the other end: "That's right, my mother talked to you once last time, and said that your point of view is quite pertinent. ”

"Can't say it on the phone?"

"I think it would be more appropriate to have an interview in person. ”

"Oh well. Yizhen was curious, so he readily responded.

"Young master, I'll go out for a while. "Yizhen changed his shoes and died with the night embers.

"Why are you going?" he asked, starting to put on his coat as well.

Yizhen glanced at him: "I'll go to the café downstairs and sit down, and I'll be back soon." You don't have to follow me. ”

He picked her up, "Who are you going to see at the coffee shop?"

"Cannes. The one I saw last time in the cinema, Xiang Yirou's boyfriend. ”

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