The Overbearing Chief Husband’s Favorite: Baby

He usually laughs when he is less, probably because his own savvy personality adds color to his smile, and smiles like he is calculating something.

At this time, Tong Yan swept her eyes in the direction of her, just caught this scene, she snorted slightly.

"Don't laugh like this, it will make people feel treacherous!" The red lips glimpsed, she was unkindly ironic.

The front of Shi Yanyang's back was stiff and stiff, and all the bright expressions on his face were slightly frozen.

"Don't mind me, don't laugh and no one thinks you are pure." Tong Yan passed by him, and God added a sentence.

Obviously, it is full of ridicule. In the same words, she has said to him many times in the past. She also used the sly tone. She seems to be the one she used to, and she still wants to say something in front of him.

However, the tone of speech has changed from the casualness in front of him to the current one.

Shi Yanyang’s already stiff face was a sigh.

"Hungry, hungry, where is the restaurant?" Tong Yan ignored his eyes and looked at the restaurant.

At this end of the corridor, I went to the end, did not see the signpost, and changed the corridor.

She turned around like a headless fly, however, half of the road signs were not seen.

"There are no signs, no matter what!" She seemed to complain about it, and she was rude.

Shi Yanyang couldn't stand next to him, and walked toward her in a few steps, holding her hand and leading her through the long corridor to the restaurant.

Neither of them spoke.

The atmosphere is a bit embarrassing.

Shi Yanyang was walking his own face without squinting.

Tong Yan followed him, probably trying to resolve the squatting, looking around and staring around, and asked casually, "How do you know this? Have you been here before?"

"Yeah." Shi Yanyang faintly responded to her.

"Is it? I don't know this place in Paris for six years." Tong Yan was surprised.

"Because you are stupid!" Shi Yan said that she was not polite.

Tong Yan, "..."

Tong Yan was snorted by him and his face was slightly stiff.

Shi Yanyang's eyes were slanted to her, and she noticed her reaction, and the lips were gently hooked up.

Finally pulled back a game.

"Who is there with?" Tong Yan returned to God, her eyes turned to the window, so she asked casually.

"You are curious?" Shi Yanyang took his footsteps and turned his head, and the dark ink smudged her eyes.

"It’s okay to ask questions casually. It’s okay to answer inconveniently." Tong Yan’s pretense easily reached out and picked up the rain from the eaves.

The air of this island is so clean that no city can match it.

Every leaf on the island is as clean as it seems to be washed green by the rain for thousands of times.

Even the rain is like the clear spring of the mountains.

Tong Yan felt the rain falling on the palm of her hand, lifting her face and taking a few mouthfuls of air, and her eyes gently rubbed.

Shi Yanyang led her to move on.

When he was ignorant of the problem, he walked away, but he suddenly said, "You have come to Paris many times every year for five years here. When you don't want to disturb your life, you often I explored the boat on my own and found the island to be accidental."

In the heavy rain, his voice is very dull, and the unique sound line, like the vintage of old age, is extremely intoxicating.