Xu Xu shook her head and smiled, "It's okay, she's very sensible." ”

As she spoke, she looked at the little girl who had integrated into the group of children, and her eyes gradually became melancholy.

"I can't see that you like children so much."

Zhou Shuang's voice sounded in her ears, she smiled and did not speak.

Then I heard her say, "Since you like children, let's hurry up and make up with Yanru, although his character is a little worse, but the genes are still very good, and the child born from the combination of the two of you must be both wise and beautiful." ”

"Of course, the premise is that you can't pretend like his father.13

She chattered endlessly, just looking at the little girl who had approached the crowd, and the small figure looked pitiful and cute in the group of children.

The child born of the union of the two of you must be both wise and beautiful......

Thinking back to what Zhou Shuang had just said, she sighed in amazement.

……

Prosperous.

Yan Rusheng stared at the monitoring screen playing on the computer screen, his face was gloomy, and his dark eyes were full of murderous aura.

The scene stopped at the end of the game, and he reached out and pulled out the cigarette case from the drawer, took a cigarette and put it in his mouth, and lit it.

The other hand was on the table, pressing a few call records and bank card withdrawal and transfer documents, clenching his fists, and every vein bulged.

The smoke of the white vine vine spit out of his mouth, as if spitting out wisps of cold frost, and the air seemed to freeze.

The man sitting across from him was wearing a black T-shirt, and Qingjun's face showed fear, "Yan San, you don't want to kill someone, do you?" ”

But there was no trace of fear in his tone.

"How could I kill someone?" Yan Rusheng looked over, raised his eyebrows coldly, paused, and continued: "Camp Commander Mu, you can do this matter to the end." ”

"What?" The corners of Mu Qingteng's mouth twitched, "Yan San, you have to inch in." ”

Yan Rusheng pursed his lips coldly, his thick eyebrows twisted, and he was murderous.

Mu Qingteng was helpless, waved his hand and said: "Forget it, send the Buddha to the west, and help people to the end, I know." ”

It's really up to him to arrange it himself, and it's strange if he doesn't make trouble.

As he spoke, he pressed the armrests of the chair with both hands, and his long body stood up, exuding the unique military atmosphere of his battalion commander Mu, strong and elegant, noble and righteous.

He turned around and wanted to leave, but then suddenly remembered something, looked at Yan Rusheng and said, "An Sheng's side, I won't touch it, don't shake me out when the time comes." ”

Yan Rusheng still pursed his lips and was silent, and Mu Qingteng didn't intend to let him speak.

After explaining, he strode away.

……

The black S600 arrived at the gate of the yard, made a direction into the yard, and after stopping steadily, the headlights went out with the car turning off.

The driver's door opened, Yan Rusheng got out of the car, and couldn't wait to walk into the house.

"The Third Young Master is back."

Entering the living room, Aunt Zhang was coming out of the dining room.

He said 'um' and then asked, "Did she eat it?" ”

Usually he comes back from work, but today he came back a little late, and it was past dinner time.

Aunt Zhang naturally knew who he meant by 'she', "I was about to call Miss, she went out with Miss Zhou in the afternoon and hasn't come back yet." ”

Hearing this, Yan Rusheng's brows frowned unhappily, "Gone out for an afternoon?" ”

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