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Yang Zhiyan saw Yang Zhiyun tickling Chen Huan, and Chen Huan fell asleep peacefully. In Yang Zhiyun's hands, Chen Huan was like a pet, a little cute.

"Sister, let me scratch him quickly." Yang Zhiyan pulled away Yang Zhiyun's hand, and she slowly scratched Chen Huan's chest with her delicate hands.

It was a rare opportunity to get so close to Chen Huan, and Yang Zhiyan didn't want to miss it. Except when this man was not a gangster when he was asleep, he was the embodiment of a gangster at other times.

Yang Zhiyan scratched her a few times, and Chen Huan suddenly grabbed her hand.

"Sister, did you see? I scratched him better than you. He responded." Yang Zhiyan felt the heat coming from her hands, and she said to Yang Zhiyun with a sense of accomplishment.

As soon as Yang Zhiyan finished speaking, Chen Huan shouted faintly: "Mom, don't leave me. Mom, I love you."

As Yang Zhiyan listened, her expression suddenly changed. This guy regarded her as his mother.

Yang Zhiyun laughed secretly.

Yang Zhiyan, who was a little angry, muttered and wanted to shake off Chen Huan's hand. She didn't want to become a mother-level figure.

"Mom, don't go." Chen Huan was reluctant to let go of Yang Zhiyan's hand. He grabbed her tightly and kept mumbling something.

"Damn it, I'm not your mother. Let go, bastard. Am I that old? When did I become your mother?" Yang Zhiyan was called old all of a sudden, but she couldn't accept it. She couldn't shake her delicate hands away, so she said fiercely

He grabbed a handful of the tender meat inside Chen Huan's chest.

"Yeah~~"

Chen Huan was pinched in his dream. He let out a soft cry, then let go of Yang Zhiyan's hand, and slowly opened his eyes.

When Chen Huan opened his eyes, Yang Zhiyan cursed angrily: "Damn ghost. Damn bastard. Damn gangster."

Yang Zhiyan cursed a series of words, and Chen Huan didn't even understand what was going on, but just now in his dream, he actually dreamed of holding his mother's hand.

As a top agent, he rarely had the opportunity to dream, and his dreams were so realistic. Chen Huan couldn't believe it.

Not understanding why Yang Zhiyan rolled her eyes at him, Chen Huan sat up and turned to look at Yang Zhiyun.

"How long have I been asleep?"

"About an hour." Yang Zhiyun smiled gracefully and said, "Come on, put on some clothes. Don't catch a cold."

As she said this, Yang Zhiyun had already put a piece of newly bought clothes on Chen Huan. She had just taken advantage of Chen Huan's sleep and used scissors to cut off Chen Huan's clothes without disturbing Chen Huan's sleep.

Yang Zhiyun's attentiveness was unquestionable, but Chen Huan still felt like he was smiling bitterly. When did his vigilance get so low?

Putting on the new clothes Yang Zhiyun handed over, the size was just right. And compared to the previous cheap clothes, this one was obviously much more comfortable.

Even though he had slept for an hour, Chen Huan felt extremely energetic. He saw a wine cabinet in the room, which contained many famous wines. Chen Huan, who was a wine bug, could not care about so much and walked to the wine cabinet.

In front of the cabinet, I randomly picked up a bottle of Remy Martin and drank hard from the bottle alone.

In the past, after Chen Huan killed someone, he would always use alcohol to numb himself to numb the anger in his heart. After lying here for a while today, the feeling actually dissipated a lot.

"Humph~ That's rude. Don't you know this is my sister's room? You really think of yourself as the owner of the room, and you can mess around as you please." Yang Zhiyan couldn't stand Chen Huan's behavior.

When Chen Huan called her mom, Yang Zhiyan wanted to fight to the death with Chen Huan.

Think about it, a beautiful woman who is loved by everyone and blooms like a flower seems to have no market value after you call her out.

"Uh~" Chen Huan stopped for a moment and stared at Yang Zhiyan.

"You look a lot like my mother." Chen Huan rubbed his head and smiled: "Let me think about it, my mother is the most beautiful woman in the world."

Hearing Chen Huan's words, Yang Zhiyan was a little happy. It turned out that this guy wanted to say that he was as beautiful as his mother. This seemed completely understandable.

"Chen Huan, are you saying that I am as beautiful as your mother and the most beautiful woman in the world?" Yang Zhiyan asked with a bit of embarrassment.

Being praised as the most beautiful woman in the world, Yang Zhiyan felt a little embarrassed.

Chen Huan shook his head.

"That is?"

"You're shivering like my mother."

"Chen Huan, my aunt is warning you. If you attack my aunt personally again, I will be rude to you. I will kill you instantly. Do you believe it or not?" Yang Zhiyan's little face turned pale instantly in anger.

It's so abominable, this guy! Yang Zhiyan really wants to take off her high heels, and then nail them to Chen Huan with all her strength, nailing Chen Huan into a piece of meat.

"You are lucky to be my mother. You see, I am so handsome. I have inherited my dad's high-quality genes. My dad is definitely a handsome guy." Chen Huan shook his hair and smiled.

"Ah~~I'm about to explode. Sister, stop me quickly." Yang Zhiyan stretched out her slender hand fiercely, clenched her fist in front of Chen Huan, and said angrily with a stern look on her face: "Chen Huan, I'm warning you, you

Don't mess with me. Because when I get angry, I'm even afraid of myself."

"Well, I'm quite scared too. My mother beat me." Chen Huan finished one bottle of wine, then replaced it with the second bottle, and drank another round.

"Sister, he~" Yang Zhiyan was almost on the verge of going berserk.

"Zhiyan, stop messing around. We still have things to talk about." Yang Zhiyun pressed Yang Zhiyan.

She sighed in her heart, Chen Huan and Yang Zhiyan were definitely enemies. No man had ever made Yang Zhiyan so depressed.

Yang Zhiyan still swallowed her anger in such a place. It can be seen that Chen Huan is indeed strong enough, so strong that even Yang Zhiyan dare not touch him easily.

Yang Zhiyun walked up to Chen Huan, touched his face with her delicate hands, and then took off the wine bottle from Chen Huan's hand.

"Don't drink so much, it's harmful to your health." Yang Zhiyun said softly.

"Yeah." Chen Huan really listened to Yang Zhiyun and stopped.

Yang Zhiyan couldn't help but feel a little jealous. She didn't listen to anything she said, but when her sister said a word, this guy listened.

Yang Zhiyun put the wine away, pulled up a chair, and sat next to Chen Huan elegantly and quietly.

Yang Zhiyun is very beautiful, with long and fine black hair, which is often draped over her shoulders, giving her a slightly feminine look. Sometimes she combs her long hair loosely, showing a different kind of style. She suddenly changes from mature to cute, making people love and pity her.

Love, white skin is like

Freshly peeled eggs, big eyes twinkling as if they could talk, small red lips and white skin, more distinct, a pair of small dimples evenly distributed on both sides of the cheeks, a slight smile, dimples on the cheeks

Faintly visible, as cute as a fairy.

"Tell me. Why are you here with me?" Chen Huan asked, staring at Yang Zhiyun.
Chapter completed!