Yue Tingfeng took Yan Qingsi to the private house she had been to last time, Yan Qingsi refused Yue Tingfeng's princess to hug, one foot high and one foot low under Yue Tingfeng's ridicule, and entered the elevator.

Yan Qingsi didn't worry about what Yue Tingfeng would do to her, because she had ten thousand ways to prevent him from succeeding.

Coming out of the elevator, Yue Tingfeng entered the password, and the door opened.

Yan Qingsi smelled the fragrance coming from the room for the first time, she was already hungry, and when she smelled this, her saliva was about to flow out.

Yue also smelled the wind, frowned and entered the house, and shouted: "Mom! ”

In this family, apart from him, only her mother will come.

It's just, why, every time he brings Yan Qingsi over, this little old lady will come over, is it such a coincidence?

Yue Tingfeng was a little frustrated, here, what he wants to do, won't he be able to do it again?

Sure enough, Mrs. Yue soon came out of the kitchen wearing an apron: "Son, you're back, you haven't been home for a few days, I'll ...... Come ......"

Mrs. Yue didn't finish speaking, but when she saw it, Yue listened to Yan Qingsi behind the wind, and was startled, she was a little panicked at that time.

Yan Qingsi was also stunned for a moment when she saw Mrs. Yue, the two of them had met twice, this was the third time, and each time it was unpleasant.

Especially last time, people just 'miscarried'!

This caused Mrs. Yue to see Yan Qingsi again, and she always felt panicked, after all, it was her son who was not a thing.

Yan Qingsi waved her hand at Mrs. Yue: "What a coincidence, aunt, we met again." ”

Seeing Mrs. Yue, Yan Qingsi's mind was swishing, and the bad ideas drilled up one by one.

Mrs. Yue cleared her throat: "Ahem...... That's almost ready for my kitchen......"

Mrs. Yue turned around and went into the kitchen again.

Yan Qingsi hooked the corners of her lips, "Tsk, I really have a relationship with your mother, don't you say?" Does this mean that I am closer to my goal of being your stepmother? ”

Yue Tingfeng glanced at Yan Qingsi's belly: "Hehe, yes, there is fate." ”

……

After a while, Mrs. Yue came out, she had already adjusted her mentality, and re-raised the lady's shelf, although her heart was weak, she must not let this little goblin see it, otherwise, she would dig out her mind and want to enter their house.

Mrs. Yue saw Yan Qingsi wearing shoes on one foot and bare on the other, and asked, "Where are your shoes?" ”

Yan Qingsi raised her chin: "Ask your son." ”

Mrs. Yue turned around and asked, "How did you do it?" ”

Yue Tingfeng was depressed and was drinking water, but he didn't say anything, Yan Qingsi sighed and complained: "Hey...... Your son's sperm worm is in the brain, and if you have to pull my car in the car, you can't stop it, isn't this ...... The shoes fell off. ”

"Poof......" Yue Tingfeng just drank a mouthful of water into his mouth, and squirted out at once.

He choked and coughed, turned his head and looked at Yan Qingsi in shock.

He finally knew what his mother's mood was in every time she faced Yan Qingsi, this woman couldn't stop talking with one mouth.

Mrs. Yue's image of a noble lady who had finally adjusted back was once again broken, and she opened her mouth and looked at Yan Qingsi in disbelief.

Yan Qingsi was barefoot, her clothes were messy, and her hair was messy, but after messing around, Mrs. Yue's old face turned red in an instant.

She gritted her teeth angrily, turned her head and yelled at Yue Tingfeng, "What are you messing around? She...... How long has she had a miscarriage, has it been a month? ”

Yue Tingfeng was wronged: "Mom, I ......"

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Yue Tuhao: Thirty years of professional backing! Again, this world of malice.