Tong Yiqing wasn't angry either. She was chewing her apple and listening to the conversation between the two.
Tong Yiqing listened for a while and seemed to understand something.
Could something big happen?
Who is that Wen Zeyu?
Tong Yiqing secretly thought...
"I know, that's why I let you stay at Baiyeju."
"Then do you want me to send more people to Bai Yeju?" He Fei asked.
"No, I have to go to work every day, just protect Yi Qing for me."
It turns out that Jin Ye’s real purpose in letting Hei Fei stay in Bai Ye’s residence was this.
"Um..." Hei Fei glanced at Tong Yiqing, who was chewing an apple, and hesitated for a moment before nodding: "No problem, I will protect my sister-in-law."
As Tong Yiqing listened, she suddenly raised her eyebrows and rolled her eyes at him: "My name is Yiqing, sister-in-law, it sounds awkward."
"Ye, do you mind if I call sister-in-law Yiqing?" He Fei looked at Jin Ye and asked.
Hei Fei was afraid that Jin Ye would be angry, so he asked.
"Why would I mind." Jin Ye said, holding Tong Yiqing in his arms.
"Then, sister-in-law, I will call you Yiqing from now on."
Tong Yiqing nodded and threw the apple that was chewed until only the core was left in the trash can at Jin Ye's feet.
"Okay, it's getting late, Fei, that room is still reserved for you, you can stay in that room."
"Well, I'm going back to my room first."
With that said, Heifei stood up and walked towards the second floor.
That room has been reserved for him...
Bai Yeju is home to He Fei.
Jinye is a family member to him.
…
When the two returned to the room, the first thing Jin Ye did was to take a shower.
Tong Yiqing took the thermos and went to the kitchen to heat fish soup for Jin Ye.
A small couple, harmonious and beautiful.
After marriage, the two rarely quarreled. They were so considerate and loved each other like honey.
When Jin Ye came out of the shower, Tong Yiqing had already heated up the soup and placed it on the tooth-white square table, waiting for Jin Ye to taste it.
…
The next day, the air in City A became oppressive.
The sky is gray and dark clouds are rolling in.
At City A Airport, Wen Zeyu held the luggage in his right hand and raised the sunglasses on the bridge of his nose with his left hand...