"Have you eaten?" She put down her handbag and sat down beside him, her voice softening.
If it weren't for him today, I'm afraid she would have been taken by more than a dozen men.
Where can I walk around happily?
Yan Mubei's face was gloomy and his tone was bad: "What do you think?"
Usually when he says these three words, he will say them in a gritting voice, which is sinister.
Lin Qianqian pretended to be stupid and turned to call the butler who was guarding next to her: "Butler He, didn't you hear our young master Yan say you were hungry? Just ask the kitchen to serve the food."
Butler He didn't dare to stumble anymore, so he nodded and ran away.
No one wants to stay in Yan Mubei's low pressure cyclone, and he will be crushed to pieces if he is accidentally killed.
Yan Mubei glared at her, snorted coldly, and his face calmed down a little.
The man put away his legs on the coffee table and put them in his slippers.
After being shot, he could no longer wear leather shoes. He was wearing big slippers when he went in and out. With his identity as a gangster, he seemed even more mischievous.
Ahem, it's a bastard.
After complaining, Lin Qianqian quickly helped him and said, "Come on, I'll help you, be careful, let's go to the dining room to wait for food."
The man snorted again and was silent.
Because he did not use anesthetics, and his wounds were deep and he ran around in the afternoon, he now walked more difficult and awkward than during the day.
It seems that it is a bit powerless.
He simply put his arm on her shoulder and pressed her on her body, allowing her to carry him to walk to the dining room.
The man was tall and naturally had a good weight. Most of the weight was pressing on her, and it almost crushed Lin Qianqian's slim waist.
After the two sat down, Yan Mubei pressed her slender fingers and pinched her delicate chin, and then came over and pecked her carefully.
"Which beauty salon do you do your spa? How do you look even more haggard than during the day?"
"…..." Do your eyes be so poisonous?
"Lin Qianqian, your skin is much worse."
"Is there any?" She pushed away his palms, held her face in both hands and rubbed it: "Maybe she hasn't been sleeping well these days, so she'll have to go to bed earlier tonight."
She glanced at him meaningfully, and it was clear that you should not touch me at night.
Yan Mubei was disappointed and turned a blind eye.
Soon the housekeeper brought the servants to serve the dishes, and all kinds of delicacies were filled with dishes.
Lin Qianqian asked: "Where is Sister Zhi?"
"You know where to go." Yan Mubei sneered: "Her programs are more colorful than me, so I don't have to pay attention to her."
"Wouldn't you worry about something going on with her?" Lin Qianqian pushed him: "Hurry, call her and see."
"Please." Yan Mubei looked disgusted, but his arm moved and took out his cell phone to dial Yan Yongzhi's number.
After a while, the phone was connected.
At the same time, a familiar voice came from the gate: "It's going to rain red, and my bastard son actually cares about people."
Yan Mubei looked at Lin Qianqian with an expression that I knew I shouldn’t call.
He hung up his phone, turned his head to look at the coquettish mother who was walking over, and he felt like he was beating: "I'm afraid you will be kidnapped by enemies, and I'll ask me to redeem you with ransom, although you're not worth much money."
In addition to his cold tone, Yan Mubei also has a very hateful bad habit.
It's a poisonous tongue.
The worse he was in a good mood, the less beautiful the words he said.