Chapter 1217: The Mayor's Wife's Charity Gala

Thinking of this, Huang Xinying lowered her eyes slightly, and in her gloomy eyes, a chilling cold light suddenly flashed, with a trace of cruel killing intent.

However, she disguised it quickly, and before Ye Hanyu could even notice it, she regained her usual calmness, "Okay, let's go back, the sun is so big outside." ”

"Hmm." Ye Hanyu glanced at her deeply, and then nodded.

"Xinxin, did you find it?" As soon as the two of them entered the door, Aunt Tong, who had just come out of the kitchen with a plate of cut fruits, immediately asked with concern, with obvious worries on her old face.

Huang Xinying shook her head lightly and replied with a smile: "I haven't found it, but it doesn't matter, I still have an impression, just wait and redraw it again." ”

Hearing her say this, Aunt Tong breathed a sigh of relief for a moment, she originally wanted to help her find it, but Huang Xinying politely rejected her kindness, and casually found an excuse to let her be optimistic about Ye Hanyu, lest he create any big trouble.

So, Aunt Tong, who was entrusted with this arduous task by her, was very responsible, and was optimistic about the big demon king in front of her until she finished her search work.

It's just that what they didn't expect at all was that she who originally said that she would be found soon, who knew that this search would take more than two minutes!

And every time they couldn't stand it and said they wanted to help, she refused.

Aunt Tong knew that the reason why Huang Xinying said that she didn't need their help was just because she didn't want to tire them.

Thinking of this, Aunt Tong couldn't help but glare at her resentfully, the man standing beside her, with a spring breeze on his face and an unrepentant face!

Touching the smile on his face like a spring breeze, the resentment in Aunt Tong's heart was even heavier, and she dared to laugh so happily?

It's all his fault!

If it weren't for the fact that he had to make a lot of garbage in Xinxin's creative room, how could Xinxin's design draft be missing?

Obviously, I have a study, and I don't need it, so I have to shamelessly occupy other people's houses, just use it, make a mess, not to mention, and make other people's important things missing!

Is...... Unforgivable!

Sensing a strong look of resentment, it fell on him vaguely, Ye Hanyu looked sideways, and glanced at the source of resentment faintly.

Aunt Tong's back was cold, and most of her momentum was killed in an instant, she turned her head and looked out of the transparent floor-to-ceiling window, pretending to be looking at the scenery.

Seeing this scene, Huang Xinying couldn't help but chuckle out loud, she felt funny every day when she watched these two big living treasures playing with treasures at home.

But as soon as she smiled, Ye Hanyu seemed to have a heart with her, and immediately shot a knife in the eye, trying to use her majesty to stun her.

However, for his majesty, Huang Xinying had long been immune, she secretly rolled her eyes at him, and then slightly restrained the smile on the corner of her mouth, and asked Aunt Tong, "Aunt Tong, hasn't Yunyi come back yet?" ”

As soon as she spoke, Ye Hanyu immediately frowned unhappily, and even stared at her with a slightly dangerous look in his eyes, as if he was silently warning her not to care about men other than him!

Moreover, it was still in front of him! When he is dead?!

"I haven't ...... it yet" she mentioned, and Aunt Tong remembered it, otherwise she would have forgotten about it.

Seeing her shake her head, Huang Xinying ignored Ye Hanyu's dangerous gaze, and said clearly: "Maybe I've been too busy with work recently, I'll call him later." ”

After all, he came all the way to Yedu to look for her, and if something happened to him, she wouldn't be able to explain.

"Hmm." Hearing her say this, Aunt Tong was still a little worried, but suddenly relaxed, no matter what, people are also Xinxin's younger brother who picked it up, and there has been no news for two or three days, what if something happens?