Ferocious Boss: Hubby, Let’s Get Married

Yan Qingsi smiled and said, "This time it's an accident, and it won't happen in the future ..."

For Yan Qingsi last night, it was really an accident. To blame, blame the drink and not hold it.

Alone, lonely for a long time, in fact, I also want to find some comfort, probably ... Last night, Yue Tingfeng touched something unknown.

Seeing Yan Qingsi, Mrs. Yue was so calm and completely indifferent when she was caught on the bed. She did not say what kind of words she said to her son in front of her mother.

Madam Yue sighed silently, this girl, never even thought of marrying her son.

Such a girl is probably hard to find now. Think about it. In fact, she is not easy. A girl works hard outside, and her son is still messy.

Mrs. Yue thought for a while, and said contrary to her: "This ... this ... Look, my son is also a very good young man, you say, it is not a problem for you to sleep in vain ..."

Yan Qingsi poured a glass of water, threw the pills into her mouth, and swallowed.

"Auntie, you saw it, but I'm raising your son. His face lives on me, and I eat three meals a day. Even the T-shirt he wears is mine. I slept with him once. Even if it is debt. "

Mrs. Yue opened her mouth and suddenly didn't know what to say.

What people say makes sense, isn't it? She can't figure it out. Her son is usually quite generous. Why is he so stingy this time? She felt blushed in front of Yan Qingsi and was embarrassed.

Yan Qingsi took a look at the time and had to go. She thought about it, smiled, and told Mrs. Yue straightly: "You can rest assured, don't try me, I won't entangle your son, and never thought about it If you marry into the Yue family, you do n’t need to guard me. You should find your daughter-in-law, but ... Yan Ruke, of course, you also know that my charm has always been great. If your son keeps pestering me, I will No way, isn't it? I'm leaving now, if you don't wait for your son here. "

Mrs. Yue was surprised, "Well, you ... where are you going?"

She wanted to say that she wasn't tempting just now.

Yan Qingsi picked up the bag and said, "I'm going to the studio, it's time to film."

It's so late since today. The director estimates that she wants to kill her now.

Mrs. Yue quickly said, "But you didn't eat."

"I'm not used to it. I'm used to it. Since you're here, it's fun. If you want to go to the crew to see how to shoot, go to Xiao Xu. I'll go first."

Mrs. Yue called Yan Qingsi: "You wait ..."

"Are you okay?"

"So what ... I ... the last thing, cough ... thank you, this is ... for you." Madam Yue was a little embarrassed, took something out of the bag and shoved it into Yan Qingsi.

Yan Qingsi was surprised, "No need, Yue Tingfeng already thanked."

Mrs. Yue touched her nose: "It was given by him, not by me, anyway, I gave it to you, you ... do you love it ... I can't owe it to you."

Yan Qingsi packed the laughing gift box into the bag: "Well then, I will accept it, thank you."

When Mrs. Yue saw Yan Qingsi open the door, she couldn't help saying, "Actually, my son isn't that bad. Although it's a little bit worse, it's ... at least my face can see ..."

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Yan Tuhao: Mom, are you sure you are bragging about me? Rather, you save effort, I'll do the soil myself.