Although she heard the young master keep saying that she wanted to keep this woman by her side and torture, she always felt that the young master's eyes were a little ambiguous? Pampering?

I don't understand it very well!

But there's definitely something wrong, not like a look of disgust.

And I heard Meng Zixuan say that the young master actually allowed her to go to school again, so she is about to live here as the master now. No, she has to stop, stop the young master from continuing to be infatuated with this girl.

"Xia Yan, I advise you not to fight the young master's idea."

Sister-in-law Yang said coldly.

"Oh."

Xia Yan period Ai Ai nodded.

Although he didn't have the slightest idea of fighting Yi Beihan's idea in his heart, Xia Yan knew that it was useless for him to explain, so he simply didn't explain.

These three boring women, she didn't want to pay attention to them either.

I can't do the most important thing, where do I have the heart to quarrel with them.

"Why are you still stunned? Do you really think of yourself as a master? Why don't you hurry up and get out and do things? ”

Sister-in-law Yang scolded in disgust.

"Hmm."

Xia Yan drooped his head and walked to the kitchen.

As soon as she stepped into the kitchen door on her toes, she saw Meng Zixuan rushing towards her with a large porcelain bowl of hot soup, and she was still shouting with 'kindness' in her mouth.

"Get out of the way, get out of the way."

Seeing that Meng Zixuan was about to bump into her, Xia Yan couldn't avoid it, and instinctively used both hands to catch the porcelain bowl-

"Smack"

The porcelain bowl fell to the ground with a crisp cracking sound.

There was a sharp burning pain in his hands, Xia Yan couldn't help but scream 'ah', ran into the kitchen, and rinsed with cold water.

At this time, Meng Zixuan walked over, looked at her red and swollen hands, and a treacherous smile rose at the corner of her mouth.

Then he said with an innocent face.

"Oh, look at you, you don't come in early, you don't come in late, but you come in when I'm serving soup, it's really scared to death, I see my hands burned."

Xia Yan glanced at her unburned hands and did not speak.

After rinsing with cold water for a while, Xia Yan was about to smear it with white wine, but Sister-in-law Yang took the liquor before her and said calmly.

"I'll use it for stir-frying!"

Xia Yan bit his lip, glared at them angrily, and came to Yi Beihan's small bar with a sigh of reluctance, smearing a little red wine on his hands.

"I spilled the young master's soup, why don't you hurry up and make a new one."

Sister-in-law Yang came behind her and roared angrily.

Under the eaves of people, I had to bow my head.

Xia Yan was calm, came to the kitchen, and remade a bowl of egg drop soup according to Sister-in-law Yang's instructions.

Yi Beihan sat at the dining table and enjoyed his dinner.

At this time, Xia Yan brought the egg drop soup to the table.

Yi Beihan raised his eyes and glanced at the food she served, and cold air instantly gathered under his deep eyes.

Suddenly dropped the chopsticks in his hand on the table, left the table with a condensed face, and went upstairs.

Xia Yan froze in place with a stiff face.

She, did she mess with him again?

It must be, look at the anger on his face just now.

But who was going to tell her where she had him off again?

Xia Yan didn't notice that there was a pair of treacherous eyes behind him snickering.

In the kitchen, Meng Zixuan whispered with a gloating face.

"Auntie, when the young master saw the egg drop soup, he was really angry."

Only Sister-in-law Yang knew that egg drop soup was a soup that Yi Beihan often drank when he was a child, but since his mother went crazy, he has never drunk this kind of soup.

Now it's being served to the table.

When Yi Beihan saw it, he naturally thought of his mother, who was still receiving treatment in a psychiatric hospital.

Thus remembering who had harmed her mother like this!

Upstairs, in the dark room, a tall but lonely figure stood in front of the window, staring at the sleepless city in the night, with a cold face.