Chapter 482 : [The Grand Finale Volume] Passionate 1
Dong Chaoyan smiled so enchantingly and touchingly that Zhou Yuni's face instantly turned from red to white. She looked at Dong Chaoyan in shock and took several steps back.
Murderous intent suddenly appeared in Dong Chaoyan's eyes, "You dare to bully my woman? You really risk your life. Of course - I'm just settling the score with you now. It's still too early. Just wait!"
"Neuropathy!"
Zhou Yuni cursed and ran away without daring to stay.
Dong Chaoyan looked at her back and smiled coldly, waiting for him to get married to Sitian before slowly dealing with her.
Sitian came up to her and took Dong Chaoyan's hand, "What's wrong, do you know her?"
"Yes, why can't I recognize him? The bastard who bullied my woman... Sitian, I will take care of her in the future."
Dong Chaoyan smiled seductively and kissed Sitian's cheek, "Well, let's go home? Or play with Xiao Che again?"
"Playing with Xiao Che, you, as an uncle, haven't even taken the time to spend time with him?"
Sitian smiled, although her mood was affected by Zhou Yuni, but when Dong Chaoyan appeared, her whole mood became excited.
"By the way, what are you busy with today?"
Sitian couldn't help but ask. Although she knew that men would resent being too strict with men, Dong Chaoyan had been pestering her in the past and rarely got up so early to do errands.
"It's a big deal... you will know in three months." Dong Chaoyan smiled mysteriously. Sitian tilted her head and looked at Dong Chaoyan in the sun, and a sense of stability slowly rose in her heart.
Feel.
Maybe, she and him were really meant for each other.
As long as we are together, we will have a sense of stability, but with other men, Sitian can't find that feeling?
Ying Jing led Xiao Che over and they all played around in the playground again. Dong Chao Yan naturally liked Xiao Che very much. This little guy was smart and cute. He was not as rigid as Dong Chao Jin at all. He inherited Ying Jing's temperament.
Being clever and lively, Dong Chaoyan immediately had the urge to want Sitian to have a child.
So I went home with Sitian, and after dinner, I walked around the beach with her, then hurried home, took Sitian to the bathroom, and washed her clean.
This was the first time for Sitian to enjoy such "high-level treatment", and she didn't understand why Dong Chaoyan was so enthusiastic tonight.
"Yan, what's wrong with you?"
Sitian was carried to the bed, her face as red as the translucent sunset. She gently stroked Dong Chaoyan's forehead. It was fine. The temperature was normal.