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Chapter 42 Zhou Yan, You Are Really a Faint Lord

In the air, there is a refreshing fragrance from the buds, but there is a hint of red wine in this fragrance, which is intoxicating.

Tang Wanwan leaned in Zhou Yanhui's arms and breathed lightly and slightly rapid.

Zhou Yanhui was awake for a while and looked down at the little girl in her arms, "Have you eaten dinner?"

"I made noodles, but I didn't eat it." She was still lying lazily, not wanting to move.

Zhou Yan replied speechlessly: "Tang Wanwan, how did you survive the 22 years ago?"

She froze in his arms.

In the 22 years, it was easy, with a father and an older brother, and it was carefree.

What is difficult to endure is the six years of the previous life.

Life is worse than death, like purgatory.

Zhou Yan replied and felt the stiffness of the person in her arms, "What's wrong?"

Tang Wanwan put away the emotions in her eyes and hugged his neck: "I'm hungry."

He smiled softly and attached himself to her ear: "Isn't it enough?"

Although he made fun of this, he let her go at least, and he sorted out his clothes and went to cook for her.

Tang Wanwan wrapped herself in a small blanket and stayed alone on the sofa in the bedroom.

Zhou Yanhui's complaint came from the kitchen: "Why did I do the housework for a promise? "

Tang Wanwan came back to her senses, put on her slippers and ran to the kitchen, deliberately putting her behind her: "You can't do it either, there are also little girls toasting you for social events and sending her arms to Yan Shaotou."

Zhou Yan replied with a brief pause: "Is it Tang Wanwan?"

After saying that, he turned around and said, "Go and take a shower and change your clothes."

She just smiled slightly.

Zhou Yanhui's heart moved and his voice was slightly lowered: "Are you very happy today?"

Otherwise, there wouldn't be such a good thing.

"You guess." Tang Wanwan didn't tell him, got out of him and slipped back to the bedroom...

Zhou Yan's eyes were slightly deeper.

He continued to cook simple dishes, regardless of whether she heard it or not, "I have a guy named Zhao who fell in love with your program team for dinner today, and said that the number of girls tonight is not as good as that little fairy."

Zhou Yanhui chuckled again: "Producer Wang actually thought he was talking about Ning Nuan."

Tang Wanwan was taking a shower in the bathroom, but when she heard Zhou Yan's words, she suddenly closed the water, her voice tense: "Subject to Zhao?"

"Zhao Bingyu, an investor in City B, has a good relationship with producer Wang." Zhou Yan replied casually.

After he said that, Tang Wanwan's blood clotted all over her body.

Zhao!Bing!Yu!

That morally degraded scum!

He appeared early!

She didn't speak for a long time, and Zhou Yan replied uneasy: "Tang Wanwan?"

She came back to her senses and immediately replied: "I'm wearing clothes."

After saying that, she turned on the shower head barely and washed her body wildly...

After a long time, she slowly opened her eyes.

She was like a calm little beast, turning off the water, drying her body and changing into clothes.

When I went out, it was nothing happened.

While sitting at the dining table waiting for the meal, she sent a message to Xiaole.

[From tomorrow, you will follow Sister Hong, call me immediately if you have any circumstances.]

Xiaole immediately replied to the message [I am afraid that Sister Hong will scold me.]

Tang Wanwan's fingertips moved slightly [Believe it or not, I'll fire you now.]

Xiaole was so aggrieved that she was about to cry.

They bullied her and they would hype her every time. This is her eighth job after graduation. If she doesn't do it well, she will go back and inherit 46 properties and become a landlady.

She should not be a landlady, she should become a big agent!!!

Xiao Lewen sent a few words in aggrieved manner [I understand.]

Tang Wanwan smiled indifferently, then put down her phone and watched Zhou Yan leaning back at the entrance of the restaurant, staring at her.

He still came back with the clothes, black trousers and white shirt, but after he was entangled, his shirt was not tied in the belt, which was more casual than usual.

She held her chin with her fingers: "I'm starving to death, where is the meal?"

Zhou Yan turned around and brought out two dishes from the kitchen, sat down by herself, and seemed to be preparing to eat together.

Tang Wanwan looked at him: "Didn't you come back from dinner?"

Zhou Yanhui was the noble son who came out of the whole family. He was gentle and raised his eyes when he heard this: "It's not good to neglect your wife after getting married."

Tang Wanwan lowered her eyes and smiled.

So far, she and Zhou Yan have gotten along well.

But, just a deal, she would not narcissistically think that they would last forever.

Who did Zhou Yan return? How many powerful people are in his hands?

She said nothing.

Zhou Yan returned with deep eyes.

After dinner, Zhou Yan didn't ask her to wash the dishes and cooked by herself.

When Tang Wanwan was about to go to the study, he grabbed her hand: "Have you told me why I was so good today?"

Tang Wanwan was surprised.

When she called him today, she was in a good mood...

But, she stared into his eyes and said slowly, "I don't want to tell you now."

Zhou Yanhui pulled her closer, his voice hoarse: "Do you still remember the access control at 10 o'clock?"

After saying that, he picked her up and walked towards the bedroom.

Tang Wanwan swung her fist and hit him on the shoulder: "Zhou Yan returns, I have to write a manuscript."

"I'm the boss." He held her behind the door and murmured: "I'll take your leave, now your employer has something more important."

His eyes were clear when he looked at her, exuding the unique charm of a man of this age.

Tang Wanwan turned her face away and bit her lip: "Zhou Yan returns, we obviously..."

"What's it?" He was not anxious and stretched out his finger and slowly stroked her lips.

Tang Wanwan bit him and was extremely angry.

Zhou Yan replied and continued to tease: "You are a puppy and can bite people."

After saying that, she attached it to her ear and said something she was reluctant to say.

Tang Wanwan couldn't stand this, so she raised her foot and kicked him: "Zhou Yan came back and you are such a fool."

He smiled, his forehead pressed against hers, then reached out to find her, his fingers tightly.

She was a little nervous and called his name: "Zhou Yanhui."

He slowly agreed and kissed her slowly...until she couldn't stand it, "Zhou Yan came back, you bastard."

He stopped with a low smile, then took two steps back.

Tang Wanwan's back was against the door panel, and there was a little spring flowing around her eyes, looking at the sign of a bit of romantic charm.

She glanced at him and said again: "You bastard."

Zhou Yanhui gently pinched her chin, "It's strange, I kiss you and scold me asshole, I let you go, you scold me asshole, Tang Wanwan, do you want me to kiss you or let you go?"

He is so experienced and she is so young, and the ten Tang Wanwans are no match for Zhou Yanhui.

She was so bullied by him that she cried half-truely. Zhou Yanhui felt that she was too much, so she naturally hugged her and coaxed her well...

He was in his prime and was newly married again. He was holding and coaxing him like this and he could not help but bully him again.

*

late at night.

The bedroom is dark and dark.

Tang Wanwan leaned against the bed, and she was sleepy.

The name Zhao Bingyu caused a shocking wave in her heart.

She will revenge the hatred and hatred of her previous life.

But she knew that she could not shake this big tree at all now, and missing a single blow would only make the Tang family worse.

But now this scumbag has already set her sights on her.

She closed her eyes, and all the blood from Sister Hong's forehead appeared in her mind.

Zhao Bingyu's scum, and Ning Nuan's boost, Sister Hong's head was smashed to death by the red wine bottle.

So much, so red, dyed half of Sister Hong's face red.

Eight needles!

That time, Sister Hong's forehead was sewn with eight stitches.

A hint of killing arises in Tang Wanwan's black pupils.
Chapter completed!
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