Qingzhou, Sheshan Manor, Shen Qinghe was wearing a dark blue professional attire, sitting behind a large office desk, with the documents in her hand taller than half her body.
There was a trace of fatigue on her delicate face, but she still bent over her desk, frowning from time to time.
The sky was getting dark, and Shen Qinghe finally finished his day's work. He stood up, stretched his arms, stretched his exquisite and perfect curves, and began to practice with his eyes closed.
In the past two months, she has spent her time in a highly stressful rhythm of work and spiritual practice.
As Shen Qinghe began to practice, the energy in the entire Sheshan Manor began to flow crazily.
The vitality formation set up before continuously introduced vitality into Shen Qinghe's Dantian.
Between Shen Qinghe's eyebrows, the sun and moon rotated. The big sun tried to cover up the moon several times, but was suppressed by Shen Qinghe every time.
Shen Qinghe is obviously suppressing her own realm. In fact, she can already break through to the Sun-Chasing Realm, but she is trying hard to suppress it so as not to cause unnecessary trouble due to her rapid advancement in strength.
Shen Qinghe had the feeling that there were people around here who seemed to be watching her. Once she tried to break through, someone would come out to cause trouble.
"Who?"
Shen Qinghe, who was practicing, suddenly opened his eyes, full of horror.
Her perception of spiritual power is extremely proficient. Most people cannot feel it, but she can detect it. An extremely huge spiritual power falls from the sky. The spiritual power is so powerful that it exceeds Shen Qinghe's imagination. It seems to be boundless. It is in the Sword Refining Mountain.
She has never encountered anything like Mr. Yang's.
Just when Shen Qinghe's shocked pretty face showed an expression of inexplicable surprise, a familiar voice suddenly came from his ears: "It's me."
Shen Qinghe's body was shaken violently. She turned her head suddenly and suddenly saw a handsome face that she had missed for a long time appeared in front of her eyes.
This face seems to have spanned centuries.
"You...you're back!"
Shen Qinghe's fingers trembled and he reached out, trying to touch Ye Wenchan's face.
Ye Wenchan smiled softly and nodded gently: "I'm back."
As he said that, he put Shen Qinghe's hand on his face, stretched out his hand, and hugged Shen Qinghe in his arms.
Ye Wenchan at this moment made Shen Qinghe feel familiar and a little tall.
He has become more mature, and his temperament has become more noble. Looking carefully, Ye Wenchan's figure is as tall and straight as a sword, his dark eyes are deep, and his aura that does not show any signs seems to be unfathomable.
"Hmm..."
Shen Qinghe was looking at Ye Wenchan, but he felt Ye Wenchan's big hand stretched out and pushed her down on the desk!
"You...this is the office."
"The office is the most charming!"
Ye Wenchan had a slight smile on his face, looking at that world-famous face so close at hand, he felt his heart beating loudly.
No matter how calm and strong he is, he is still a man, a normal man.
It is said that a little separation is better than a wedding. At this moment, this face is full of holy beauty and shy face, which makes Ye Wenchan's heart move even more.
Stretching out his hand, Ye Wenchan's fingertips slowly ran across the buttons of his business attire, feeling the beating of every inch of Shen Qinghe's skin.
Shen Qinghe snorted and leaned forward involuntarily.
"You...be gentle!"
A subtle sound like the sounds of nature came out of Shen Qinghe's mouth, stimulating Ye Wenchan's nerves even more.
And Shen Qinghe's beautiful peach blossom eyes finally couldn't hold back and slowly closed them shyly, letting Ye Wenchan play with them and quietly enjoying them.
She had long regarded herself as Ye Wenchan's person, but Ye Wenchan always kept a distance from her in the past.
But as long as Ye Wenchan needs it, she is willing to dedicate herself at any time, even if the front is an abyss of eternal destruction, she is willing to do so.
A spacious office, soft and thick carpets, loose and flexible sofas, gentle office chairs, and a huge desk.
Ye Wenchan gently hugged his face and said
It was Shen Qinghe who was blushing and feeling it silently.
The most wonderful feeling in the world is nothing more than this. Even powerful ascetics are still lost and intoxicated when they truly enjoy this unparalleled happiness, especially with the one they love.
The same is true for Shen Qinghe. At this moment, Shen Qinghe is at the mercy of Ye Wenchan, no matter where, where or how.
At this moment, in the large living room on the first floor, Su Qingmei was lying on the sofa, staring at the roof. Listening to the sounds coming from upstairs from time to time, she couldn't help but shake her head.
"The bastard has finally grown up."
"Unfortunately, his final choice was not any of us."
"Old man, you can feel at ease this time."
After Su Qingmei muttered a few words, she turned over irritably: "I shouldn't have come, why are you joining in the fun?"
"Second mother, why are you here?"
When Su Qingmei was depressed, the door of the villa was pushed open, and Ye Zijin ran in jumping.
In less than half a year, Ye Zijin has grown taller. Although he is still young, due to his religious practice, he has become very delicate and more delicate than an ordinary fifteen or sixteen-year-old child.
"Accompany a bastard to visit your sixth mother!"
Su Qingmei pointed upstairs.
"Who?"
Since Ye Zijin awakened to his Tao, his strength has improved by leaps and bounds. The speed of his cultivation is even more terrifying than that of Shen Qinghe. He is now at the eighth level of the Star Reaching Realm.
Moreover, Ye Zijin's mental power is very outstanding. At this moment, her mental power unfolded and she immediately felt a strong mental power, which pushed her away.
"Who dares to act wild in my sixth mother's house!"
Ye Zijin had a pretty face, and rushed up to the second floor in one swift step, kicking the door of Shen Qinghe's office: "I'll fight..."
"Click..."
The door opened before she could kick it, and Ye Zijin did a split and fell in.
Then, she saw Shen Qinghe, who looked shy and was hurriedly getting dressed, and Ye Wenchan, whose white robe was a bit sloppy, with two big white legs exposed under the white robe.
But none of these could divert her attention.
At this moment, Ye Zijin jumped directly onto Ye Wenchan's neck with a tiger's leap: "Dad...you are back!"
"Little girl, do you miss me?"
Ye Wenchan hugged Ye Jin, tapped her nose and asked.
"Tch, I miss you, but you don't miss me. When I come back, I'll go see Sixth Mom first."
Ye Zijin wrinkled her nose and said sourly, then her eyes looked at Ye Wenchan's two thighs covered with leg hair under her white robe.
"Eh? Where are your pants?"
"Did I...did I do something bad?"
Ye Zijin was so smart, he immediately realized the problem, his face turned red and he said, "I'm leaving."
After saying that, Ye Zijin jumped out of the room.