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Chapter 210

"Youxin, hello! In the future, please advise!" He Wen greets, her attitude makes Ye Qianmo more satisfied.

He wanted to find a woman to compete with Xia Youxin, letting her understand that she was not the only person he was concerned about. Obviously Fang Lina's unable to board the table. When he met He Wen, it was a chance.

"Hello!" Xia Youxin's words were extremely difficult.

After the introduction, this special meeting seems to enter the theme today.

"Everyone knows that Ye Qianmo has always been a woman who has never been away from me. But before I didn't like to take a woman home, but now I have different fiancee." I have a fiancee. "

What kind of logic is this? With a fiancee, there should be no women outside. Instead, they have to take it home? Xia You is in the heart, and his face still keeps his original expression.

"Wan Ting is a very generous woman. I know that men can not have only one woman. They are good to treat other women. I am very satisfied. But you also have to remember that Wan Ting is the Vice President Song's Qianjin, and it is again

My genuine fiancee, I hope your words and deeds will respect her. "

Respect ... Song Wanting sneered in his heart, you put women in front of me like this, do you talk about respect?

"Each of you must live in harmony and remember your own duty. I don't want to hear the quarrel and make trouble. What do you have? For example

one time."

Xia Youxin wanted to propose to move out of the main house, but guess he just asked him if he asked. If she raised this request, I am afraid it would annoy him.

"That's it, go back to the room." After saying, Ye Qianmo finished, Xia Youxin was the first to stand up.

Song Wanting laughed and picked up the insulation box on his hand and said to Ye Qianmo: "This is the fritters made by your aunt in the morning. She said that your favorite breakfast is the fritters, which is not clean outside. I still follow her with her

I learned, there are a few of me I bombed, you tasted. "

Xia Youxin has almost reached the door, a bitter smile, thinking, do women think about this?

She made a biscuit for him, Song Wanting fried fritters. Can I really think that the man's stomach can catch the man's heart? There is a saying that the man is not a pig.

Sir, you just bombed him with a fritter, I am afraid he will not take you in mind.

"My mother's fried fritters are the best fritters in the world, and you are here to taste it." Ye Qianmo said.

Song Wanting then opened the lid, and a strong flavor suddenly spread in the guest room.

Fang Lina and He Wen came over very obediently. Because there were only a pair of chopsticks in it, Song Wanting had to pick up the chopsticks and clamp it and let them eat it in their hands.

The ink is the same.

Unfortunately, she can't even do a lord of a fritter, let alone this man.

"Sister You, you are here too!" Song Wanting called, she would maintain a enthusiastic attitude towards Xia Youxin in front of people.

"No need, thank you, you eat."

Xia Youxin's time was all used to make biscuits for Ye Qianmo, and he didn't even remember to eat breakfast. But at this time, the taste of the fritters could not afford her appetite. She just wanted to leave this strange place early.

Then, then

Fortunately, Ye Qianmo did not force her to eat. After she finished speaking, she opened the door and went out.

"It's delicious! Mrs. fried fritters are so delicious!" Fang Lida praised, and then He Wen's admiration.

Xia Youxin felt that she might not know about current affairs. It is difficult to do some false camouflage.

When she returned to her room, Mo Xiaonong had gone to school, and was still a car from the housekeeper. She closed the door and sat down in bed. At a glance, she saw the biscuits on the bedside table.

What she does.

Thinking of Song Wanting's fried fried dough sticks just fell into the end of the split by him to many women, Xia Youxin didn't want her to make things that he made by himself. Because it was not an ordinary biscuit at all, it was also a heart. It was her. It was her. It was her.
Chapter completed!
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