First Lady

Wei Shuoren stood behind the crowd, with his lips parted, and he could clearly see the white silk of Wei Shuoren's mouth shape.

Lan Shan's heart suddenly twitched, she quickly turned her head and sat in the car, closed the door, and blocked Wei Shuo's eyes.

When I came back here tomorrow night, I saw Lan Shan's complexion was a bit uneasy by the lights in the car, and asked with concern: "Are you uncomfortable, with such a bad complexion?"

Lan Shan shook her head, slipped into Ming Ye's arms, and said softly: "No, I just feel very tired, let me lean on for a while."

Lan Shan's actions made Ming Ye secretly happy. This was the first time she threw herself into her arms so actively. Does it mean that the young master's good days are coming soon? [

"Do you want to sleep for a while, I will call you when I get home."

"Um……"

Lan Shan is not tired at all, she is just afraid that tomorrow night will be obsessed with the answer he asked for, so she shows weakness in front of him and diverts his attention first.

However, Lan Shan really likes leaning in Ming Ye's arms more and more, that feeling is very warm and reassuring, which makes her addicted.

Half an hour later, the car returned to Ming's house.

This time Chu Qiao did not leave immediately after sending the two of them back to the Ming Mansion. Ming Ye carried Lan Shan out of the car and said to him softly, "Go to the study and wait for me."

"Yes, sir."

Ming Ye carried Lan Shan upstairs, put her on the bed, reached out and squeezed her face, "Shanshan, wake up, sleep again later..."

Lan Shan, who was already lying on her bed, did not move. Ming Ye refused to give up and shook her body: "Shanshan, wake up, you will give me an answer when you come back. Let's go to sleep after we finish talking, okay?"

Lan Shan muttered something, turned over and lay down on the bed and continued to sleep, completely ignoring Ming Ye who was scratching her ears and cheeks anxiously.

Mingye sat on the bed with a long sigh and watched Lanshan for a long time. She slept very sweetly and soundly, even snoring lightly.

Lan Shan lay obediently on the bed, with ruddy lips, pink cheeks, small and straight nose bridge, and long black hair spread out on the light blue pillow, like an ink lotus blooming at midnight.

Even in his sleep, Ming Ye couldn't help rolling his Adam's apple under this kind of depression, he lowered his head and rubbed against Lan Shan's lips for a while.

Panting, she lightly bit her lips, and said in a low voice with a bit of resentment: "I don't wake up like this, are you really sleepy like this? Lanshan, Lanshan, you really torture me."

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