Perhaps because of the lady's words just now, the atmosphere between Yang Yu and Yan Huaining was a little awkward after seeing her off.

After being silent for a long time, Yang Yu turned her eyes and looked around: "Didn't you drive here? Then why should we go back!"

"And... why do you dress like this? You don't know you anymore." Yang Yu smiled and couldn't help looking at him up and down.

In the past, when I saw Yan Huaining in the hospital, I usually had a suit with a white shirt. Although the suits on my body were of different colors, the inner wear was always white.

Moreover, because of his childhood cultivation, he exudes an innate elegance.

But today he was wearing a black sportswear, even the inner wear inside was black, and he also had a mask on his face.

Yang Yu blinked her eyes, suddenly thought of something, and couldn't help but smile and said, "Hey~ Are you very famous in the UK? Why are you wearing a mask? Are you afraid of being recognized by others?"

Her big eyes were filled with innocence.

Yan Huaining looked at her with his eyes down, raised his eyebrows and joked: "Yes! The eldest son of the Yan family, who is afraid that he will be recognized by others, run to such a place where birds do not shit, fight with others, and take the bus."

"Go away, the car is here."

He took her hand and strode onto the bus, his distinctive fingers passing through her fingers, warm.

Yang Yu was a little confused.

When she arrived in Lyon, her main means of travel between her and Cheng Ge was the bus.

Every time she rides, she finds it fun, but Cheng Ge is different. He feels that taking the bus is something that no one can do, and every time she rides, it feels like a needle or needle.

At that time, theirs indeed belonged to the poor...

Every time I take the bus, Cheng Ge always says, when I get rich in the future, I will give you the most expensive car in the world and let you live in the best house.

Cheng Ge didn't understand that she never cared about the most expensive car or the best house.

But the person in front of you.

"What are you looking at?" Yan Huaining turned his head inadvertently, his eyes facing Shang Yang Yu's bright black eyes.

"Oh... I'm trying to ask, do you know what fun places are in London? Can you take me to play?"

"Why, I want to find me as a free tour guide? I think it's pretty...." Yan Huaining's mouth curled up.

"Tsk! If you don't bring it, don't bring it. I can go around by myself! Spicy!" Yang Yu snorted, turned her head aside, pretending to be angry.

Yan Huaining shook his head helplessly: "I really owe you. We will get off at the shopping center in front later."

"How did you know I want to buy and buy!" As soon as Yang Yu heard the words from the shopping center, she immediately turned her head, her eyes clear and watery.

Yan Huaining spread his hands helplessly: "Aren't women all like this?"

"It seems like you understand women very much." Yang Yu rolled her eyes.

"I don't understand women, but I understand your desire for food in your eyes. We'll have a meal later." Yan Huaining's eyes as dark as a deep pool were clinging to her, and her thin lips were slightly opened.

Yang Yu's eyes were guilty and her heart was turned.

He frowned secretly and complained: Sure enough...... You can't look at the psychologist......

The sun is just right, and the warm golden sunshine shines on the two people on the bus, as beautiful as a picture.

Yang Yu's eyes were full of curiosity, and she kept looking out of the bus window.

When Huaining said that, he couldn't help but turn his head and glance at her, his eyes were a little dim and unclear.

.........

Yan Yusong came to the living room when Ye Pianran came down from the study.

She had just finished handling official duties in City G remotely.

At first glance, I saw Yan Yusong sitting on the sofa and drinking tea again.

He seems to like tea.

And I like to stay here for tea...

After a step at the stairs, she slowly walked forward and stood still.

"Mr. Yan is here today, is there anything else?"

"You seem to be discomfortable to me." Yan Yusong still smiled in his eyebrows, but his words were filled with a hint of anger.

Ye Pianran lowered his eyes and a faint smile spread out from his face: "How dare I? This house is yours by Mr. Yan. At best, I am just a puppet you use to control. I am already very grateful to let me eat and sleep well and give me a place to live."
Chapter completed!