At this moment, in the old villas of the Yan family, the old man was frowning, facing a table of food, looking around, at a loss.

The position on the right-hand side has always been the exclusive domain of the ball.

Because of his selfishness, the little kid who likes to follow his ass and shouts "Grandpa, grandpa......" in a soft and glutinous voice, at this moment, he no longer knows where he is in the world?

"The dishes are ready, who else are you waiting for?"

The housekeeper asked knowingly, and he was puzzled by the old man Yan's behavior of ruthlessly sending Qiuqiu out for "tourism" for Liu Wenqian, who was inconsistent with what he said.

"I ......"

Old man Yan took a breath, stuck in his throat, and couldn't go up and down.

He just wanted to say something, venting the depression in his heart.

When I opened my mouth, I realized that I had no confidence at all.

Realizing that he had gone too far, the housekeeper no longer poked at the old man's scars.

Days always have to pass, and with the old man's love for Qiuqiu, Qiuqiu's return is only a matter of time.

He reminded:

"The food has been on the table for a long time, and if you don't eat it, it will be cold!"

"Cold?"

Old Man Yan asked, pulled the cane next to the table, and stood up:

"Since it's cold, let's tear it off!"

Qiuqiu wasn't at home, and he didn't want to eat anymore.

For so many years, he can be regarded as experiencing a life of "not thinking about tea and rice", but in the end, it was just for that little kid with a big palm.

On the contrary, it is Yan Chenfeng and Shen Lingfei, a pair of unscrupulous parents.

After some affection, the house is full of strange smells after extravagance.

Wen Xiang nephrite was held in his arms, and at this moment, he was writhing restlessly.

Yan Chenfeng intended to fight for another three hundred rounds, but Shen Lingfei's silent refusal extinguished the heat in his heart just right.

The woman's naked body reveals a pair of delicate collarbones, and the skin is delicate, as if bathed in milk, smooth and translucent.

The soft and boneless palm pushed the man's arm desperately, and said angrily:

"You've been out for so long, you don't care about it, and you're thinking about that kind of thing all day long!"

The slender hair, silently hanging low, rested on Yan Chenfeng's arm.

He couldn't stand this kind of fatal seduction the most, and immediately surrendered.

However, he also knows that after love, it is the softest time for a woman.

Yan Chenfeng soothed:

"Qiuqiu is so smart, he won't suffer anywhere, what's more, he arranged it single-handedly, can he make his granddaughter suffer?"

The certainty in his words really made Shen Lingfei feel a lot more at ease.

However, thinking that because of these two reasons, he didn't care about his daughter, and the mood that had just turned cloudy suddenly caused a violent storm.

Yan Chenfeng's heart was alarmed, and the sudden desire was reduced a lot in an instant.

"You say, when are we going to rescue Liu Wenqian?"

The woman asked, tilting her head, with a faint grievance in her eyes.

Yan Chenfeng doted on his wife like his life, and the thoughts that were churning in his mind just now disappeared without a trace in an instant.

Originally, he wanted to see Qiuqiu earlier, reunite with the family, and rescue Liu Wenqian two days in advance.

Now, this little sympathy has already disappeared when he saw Shen Lingfei's grievances.

"She has wronged my baby wife so many times, I will save her in a few days, anyway, the old man just asked me to save it, and there is no specified time!"

Yan Chenfeng tried his best to find the space for Old Man Yan to speak.

Hearing him say this, Shen Lingfei was undoubtedly moved in her heart.

However, in addition to being moved, it is inevitable that there will be some hesitation:

"Is that good?"

She had already seen that photo.

The two people above, one is Qiu Yunqing, and the other is Liu Wenqian, who is "traveling".

If it was because of the momentary anger in her heart, Liu Wenqian had encountered something unimaginable in the past few days, and at that time, who should be blamed for these mistakes.

The problem she considered, Yan Chenfeng had already thought about it.

Under the law, Liu Wenqian and Qiu Yunqing are already legally husband and wife.

Even if Qiu Yunqing exists in marriage and compulsion, it is only a matter between other people's husbands and wives.

When Liu Wenqian married Qiu Yunqing, she didn't think about these things, and the consequences naturally had to be borne by herself.

Over the years, she has been spoiled, and she has already had such an opportunity, letting her know that the road of life has never been smooth sailing.

The man's deep voice said:

"When we have time to think, we might as well continue to do something that is good for our physical and mental health!"

A black car, parked in the courtyard of the villa.

A strong leg, wrapped in suit pants, stepped out of the car door.

Qiu Yunqing's eyes narrowed slightly, and he looked at the house in front of him silently, recuperating, as if he was waiting for something.

Like a cheetah patrolling in the grass, every moment, vigilantly looking at the small animals around them, paying attention to any wind and grass, waiting for the opportunity, two of their sharp claws.

"Isn't Mr. Qiu going in?"

The driver got out of the car and closed the door, and was about to get into the car, when he noticed that Qiu Yunqing's performance was different from usual, he couldn't help but ask more.

A sharp sight, with an overwhelming murderous intent, was projected mercilessly.

He retracted his edge slightly, and spat out a few words that the driver was puzzled by his thin lips:

"Homesickness!"

"Hometown timidity?"

The driver raised his hand and grabbed his shiny hair, re-entered the car, and set off.

The lights of the car, in the dark night, faded away.

Seeing the car leave, Qiu Yunqing didn't realize that his tense expression had a moment of slackness.

When he saw the locked door of the villa in front of him, a strange smile hung on the corner of his lips.

As early as when she heard the sound of the car, Aunt Meng, the newly hired nanny in the villa, was already waiting at the door.

The man acted sharply, took off his coat cleanly, and threw it into the nanny's arms.

The bony palm has two or three pale cyan marks, and at this moment, the tie is being pulled.

"Did Miss have a good meal today?"

His tired voice, with silent danger, approached.

The nanny hurriedly said, "Yes...... Yes, yes, yes! ”

Changing into a pair of soft cotton slippers, he turned to look at the nanny with a warning in his eyes:

"Yes or no?"

The light refracted from the living room hit the man's thin lenses, casting a cold and dazzling light.

The nanny swallowed a mouthful of saliva silently, trying to support her trembling legs and not let herself fall:

"I delivered the food to the room on time according to your instructions, and Mrs. didn't move any chopsticks, as if she was bent on death......"