Chu Yan's last few words were like sharp knives, piercing into the heart of Yan Pengfang.

Yan Qian's portrait with a shallow smile, through a layer of glass, looks so cold and ruthless.

The banquet was heartbroken and couldn't say anything.

In the end, he staggered away.

The living room door closed weakly.

Chu Yan wiped his face, "You eat slowly." ”

Then he got up and went back to his room.

Bai Qingwei scratched her head and followed him into the room.

The atmosphere was a little stagnant for a while.

What's going on? Song Bangyue sighed, "Do you still want to eat?" ”

"Why don't you eat it?" Zhou Si hurriedly grabbed the last fried chicken leg and took a hard bite, "Brother Yan, I've really grown up." ”

Obviously, they were the same year, but Chu Yan had experienced a lot more than them, as if he was seven or eight years older.

His mother always told him that he was about to go to college, and he was eating with his sister.

"Can't you learn to learn a small feast? Look at how sensible people are. ”

Zhou Si replied at that time: "That's because Brother Yan followed his stepmother to ask for a living, can he be ignorant?" ”

And then it was hammered.

Xie Jiangxue looked at her eldest son, who was stupid all the time, and bit her ears with her husband, "We have to put exercise on the agenda, and strive to make the stupid sons sixty or seventy years old and their parents coquettish." ”

Qin Junmian nodded, "My wife is right. ”

In fact, what he didn't say was that his wife and brother-in-law, father and mother were both complete, but the brother-in-law was not young enough to shoulder the Xie family.

Chu Yan's depression lasted for ten minutes.

Then he came out of the room refreshed, looked at the empty plate as if he had licked it, and kicked Zhou Temple angrily:

"Rice bucket, won't you leave me some?"

Zhou Si drank the last sip of his drink and burped loudly.

"You eat Aunt Song's cooking every day, just pity the poor brothers, let us eat more."

Do you think anyone has these delicious foods every day?

Aunt Song's craftsmanship, even if you go to the restaurant, you can't eat it.

Chu Yan snorted coldly and kicked him again, "Work!" ”

Cups, plates, chopsticks, bowls, can't fit in the dishwashing trough when you pick them up.

The pot was washed first, and when it was used as a pot, several teenagers were like dishwashers on the assembly line, fast and neat.

"I come to your house for dinner a lot, and when I go home to wash the dishes, my mother praises me for my ability."

Zhou Si said beautifully.

"Well, I see, you wash the dishes in your house." Shen Jueyan's movements are relatively much more rusty.

After all, the people of their family either hold scalpels or engage in precision instruments in their hands.

Others are helping to clean up the garbage and the living room.

Xie Jiangcheng mopped the ground dry and clean, and couldn't help but throw a smug look at Yan Qi.

Hmph, he'll finally get it.

Yan Qi just didn't see it, and after getting along with him many times, he understood that this Mr. Xie was very different from what was rumored.

No wonder he was able to catch up with the man.

It's really different from myself.

On the other hand, Xu Silan and Xu Keming, the three views are about to be shattered.

Shouldn't Mr. Xie be a casual word of thunder and rain and dew, a god who is high above?

Why is mopping so proficient?

They were embarrassed to sit and help take out the garbage.

There was no elevator, and I ran twice, and I was sweating in the heat.

Song Bangyue stared at Xie Jiangcheng, who went to wash the mop, holding the cup, and smiled with a smile.

Xie Jiangxue leaned into her ear, "Bang Yue, train my brother well, keep up the good work." ”

"He's just trying to help me."

Between lovers, when it comes to femdom, it is equivalent to implying the relationship between superiors and subordinates who dominate and are dominated.

Even if it's a joke, it will seem fair.

Moreover, the man's mopping is called training, isn't this equivalent to the default that mopping is the woman's task?

This statement is inherently wrong.

Two people live a life, and no one stipulates a certain housework or responsibility for one party.

Whoever is free to do it, isn't it good to do it together?

Of course, having children is the exception.

In today's society, the root cause of inequality between men and women is that the cost of childbirth for women is greater than that for men.

Song Bangyue's scalp began to tingle, and she chose to escape the problem.

More people is more power, and the room quickly returns to its original state.

In the afternoon, it's time to take a nap with the air conditioner.

Xie Jiangxue hugged her youngest son, Qin Jun reluctantly hugged her eldest son, and said goodbye after greeting Song Bangyue.

The Xu Keming brothers and sisters still wanted to say a few more words to Xie Jiangcheng.

But Mr. Xie is focusing on housework and has no time at all.

They had no choice but to take their leave.

Yan Qi was originally a busy man, so he left after a simple word.

It's just that a few young people in Chuyan rarely get together, and finally decided to go out to play.

Bai Qingwei looked at the sun outside, quickly shook her head, hugged Tian Tian and went back to the room.

"Tian Tian and I take a nap."

Zhao Yumei also nodded in agreement, "Son, go play, mom goes back to sleep." ”

All at once the room was empty.

Fang Cai's laughter seemed to have become an illusion.

Song Bangyue stretched out her waist and stretched out her hand towards Xie Jiangcheng, "I want to sleep too." ”

Others say that it is an instinct to be coquettish to lovers.

She thought so much at the moment.

Otherwise, she didn't want to walk a few steps to the room.

Xie Jiangcheng was very fond of her, and even felt happy, and picked her up by the waist.

"Wait, I'll take a shower first."

Cooking is too sticky and uncomfortable.

Xie Jiangcheng carried her to the bathroom, the service was very considerate, and he pulled her belt seriously, "I'll help you take it off." ”

Song Bangyue pushed him out in shame, "Go get me pajamas." ”

Brought pajamas and bath towels, Mr. Xie still couldn't get in.

As soon as the bathroom door opened and closed, the white-skinned arm that was flushed with washing snatched things in.

Song Bangyue was tired all morning, and she slept with a sore back.

was about to cook some white rice porridge with leftovers, Zhao Yumei ran over in a hurry:

"Bang Yue, Tianqi was taken away by Zheng Shengliang, I can't enter the community!"

She was still wearing pajamas, her hair was scattered, and she was about to cry with sweat.

"Tianqi called over, I just answered and hung up, and no one answered when I called back."

"Xiao Yan and they called, saying that two bodyguards took him away, and Tianqi was taken into the car and told Xiao Yan that they were Zheng Shengliang's people."

Song Bangyue pulled her into the house with a serious face, "Don't worry, Xiaoyan will definitely go back to the community." ”

Chu Yan has the gate card of Yunting Huayuan, which is on his keychain.

After a while, she really received a call from Chu Yan.

"Tianqi was indeed taken back to the villa by his father, and his grandmother is also there, so we can't get in."

The two families were next to each other, and Chu Yan could just see Zhao Tianqi's room in the study on the second floor.

There was a lot of noise inside.

"Listening to Zheng Shengliang's meaning, he wants to take back his custody."

Back then, QQ didn't steal vegetables so shamelessly.