Xi Qinghuan is similar to Xi's father, it can be seen that Xi's father is also a rare beautiful man, as a successful person, he has a handsome face that can't see his actual age, and he shows the strength of a successful man before his moves, which is full of fatal attraction to the little girl, even if Xi's father is old enough to be his father, it still makes many little girls excited.

The mobile phone that fell on the carpet was picked up, and the owner of the mobile phone had a pair of very good-looking hands, with ten slender fingers like bamboo shoots, and a fair complexion like clotted fat, so that it looked like a fine work of art.

Xi's father loves these hands the most, and he will hold them in his hands to play with them in his leisure time.

This time, Xi's father was not interested.

The hands came from behind, slid down the shoulders, went through the collar, and finally, deliberately teased in front of Xi's chest, as if playing the piano.

"What's the matter, isn't Ah Huan willing? Why? The delicate voice was filled with grievances, and she whispered, "Did Ah Huan misunderstand me?" I just want to help him, why is he angry? ”

"Why don't I call Ah Huan to explain?"

Father Xi sat expressionlessly, letting the lover behind him tease him, until the other party finished speaking, Father Xi pulled out his hands that were wandering on his chest, got up, and looked condescendingly at the woman who was only wearing a thin sundress, "Tang Jie, if you dare to disturb Ah Huan again, since I can hold you to the sky, I can also step you into the mud." ”

He knows his son very well, as long as he doesn't step on his bottom line, he will take a look at many things lightly, and he will never be at ease.

He must also know what he is doing outside, as long as it doesn't disturb his life and doesn't disturb him, he will never mention half a word.

This time, the language was sharp, and it was clear that someone was carrying him behind his back and disturbing his life.

Son, it's his bottom line, and he even wants to touch a thing?

Look for death!

Xi's father has always valued his only son, he hurt the fundamentals, it is impossible to have a second child, who wants to hurt Xi Qinghuan, it is equivalent to hurting his life, the favored mistress thinks that he can take the opportunity to take the position, he never thought about it, and fell from the clouds to the mud in a blink of an eye.

Xi Qinghuan received a call from Xi's father again, and on the phone, he told her that the secretary surnamed Tang would not bother him anymore and had been fired, and asked Xi Qinghuan if she was a little happier.

Glad?

Xi Qinghuan tugged at the corners of her mouth, revealing a hint of coldness, "It's okay if you're happy, don't care if I'm happy." That's your life, and you enjoy it. ”

"I'm angry again, Dad knows it's wrong, Dad is now in Southern Province, and there is no way to pick you up when you come back, so let your mother arrange for the driver to come over." Call Dad when you get there, and don't always let me chase after you. Rest early, dad still has a little to deal with, good night, son. ”

Xi's father didn't expect to coax his son, he just told Xi Qinghuan that in his heart, his son will always be the first, and no one can shake it.

But for Xi Qinghuan, it's not that important.

In the bedroom, Lu Zhi'an was packing his luggage, the half-covered bedroom door was pushed open, and Xi Qinghuan stood at the door, stopping.

Lu Zhi'an straightened up and said with a smile: "Went out for a walk?" Everything? ”

"Nothing to pack. What about you, put it away? Xi Qinghuan walked in, and it seemed that there was already a trace of alienation between the two.