Chapter 131 Homeless Young Master Min

Author: Shi Jingjing

Chapter 131 Homeless Young Master Min

Minhangzhou didn't take this sentence seriously, and bypassed it, his voice was dull, "Go to dinner with me."

Lin Yan smiled, "I've eaten it."

The famous Minhangzhou frowned and said, "Have another meal."

Lin Yan shook her head, "It's very supportive."

She stood up.

Minhangzhou stretched out his long legs and blocked Lin Yan's way. Domineering and a little lazy, "Are you angry?"

Lin Yan turned his head to look at him, "I look stingy?"

"You are generous." Minhangzhou threw down his clip, his long legs were not relaxed at all. When she moved, he stopped him, "I also like to be jealous."

Lin Yan wanted to step over, and Minhangzhou raised his long legs and was calm.

Lin Yan glanced and deliberately sniffed, "Don't be angry anymore, don't be angry anymore."

He grabbed her and smiled, "You'll be fucking playing with me."

Women occasionally make small troubles and get jealous, but men tend to eat this trick more and more, and they are very satisfied with conquering and living.

To put it bluntly, if you always obey, men will inevitably get tired of it.

Zhao Er left with a smile. Who would you like if you don’t play with this?

When men and women love each other, they are prone to love when they have desires. If they don’t have desires, it’s true.

When the servant passed by, Zhao Er reached out to take a piece of cake and bite it, "Tonight, prepare some ginseng and horse wine for you Master Qi to make him feel better."

Lin Yan was taken to the hall by Minhangzhou, and no one talked to anyone.

Lin Yan was bored and could only browse his phone. He hadn't opened WeChat for nearly ten days, and he had Yiliqing's top position.

Lin Yan is far away from Minhangzhou, and he is around the corner of the door. His hand typing is irritating and affects his recovery, so he can only send voice.

Minhangzhou threw down the wet handkerchief, dialed Lin Yan's number, "Go home."

Over there.

Outside the door, the old lady pulled Zhao Er, "They quarrel?"

Zhao Er used a plate of crab thighs and chewed them, "No noise, emotional fluctuations."

The old lady put on reading glasses and glanced at her, "Who has it?"

"Everything." Zhao Er was secretly familiar with it, "the launch of a text message."

The old lady wrapped her pearl chains and coldly told the butler, "Tell the Qin family that the faucets of the suites of major hotels will be repaired tonight, so don't let him stay in the hotel every night, what will it look like if he doesn't go back home."

"Grandma, no one can tell what you are doing with embroidering pillows." Zhao Er understood the meaning of the old lady's words.

The old lady turned her head and left the yard, "Youxuan hasn't disappeared yet, I'm not at all relieved." The old lady paused and sighed, "If the smoke caught fire, I would be worried to death."

The difference in the relationship between the couple is too big. As long as You Xuan comes back, she will be out of balance and out of control.

If you bet on this child once, it will never happen this time. If you can do whatever you want, you will love whoever he loves.

"No." The old lady called Zhao Er back, "What's the text message?"

Zhao Er shook his head, "How can I see it?"

The old lady asked, "You confess to me, have he had a woman recently?"

"When I first got divorced, a pretty pure school beauties played with us." Zhao Er moved to the old lady's ear, "Like Lin Yan, she can be clingy and caring for people."

Zhao Er also ate a few bowls of porridge.

The old lady was puzzled, "Have you slept?"

"What is grandma thinking?" Zhao Er frowned, "Is this possible?"

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In the evening, Minhangzhou drove Lin Yan back to the villa. She was sleepy and lay down as soon as she got into the back seat.

After driving for a while, Minhangzhou lazily looked at the rearview mirror, reflecting the face of the woman in the back seat, and was sleeping heavily.

Minhangzhou stopped brakes, put his blazer on his body, and covered Lin Yan with his suit jacket.

He didn't stop for much and drove back to the villa area.

The night is thick and beautiful, and the road sections in Xiyang Villa District are all Florence castle-style buildings in Italy.

The curved loop is a fountain. After she married him, the entire manor was transferred directly to her name.

Lin Yan was so familiar with the sound of the iron door opening and closing that he had so much calluses that he woke up suddenly. He sat up and looked out the window. The suit jacket slid off his body.

Lin Yan subconsciously pulled it back and was stunned for a second.

The servant at home opened the car door and helped her get out of the car, "Miss, we're home."

Lin Yan held the shawl and put it on his shoulder. When he passed by Minhangzhou, he was leaning against the car door and talking to the bodyguard. His angular face was in the backlight, which was very shallow and cool, and his voice was very low and he could not hear clearly.

The villa area with yellow lights and yellow lights, and the night seemed to be all still.

Lin Yan stopped and waited for him to explain the matter. Lin Yan approached him and stood on tiptoe, "You lower your head."

Minhangzhou threw the cigarette box into the car window. While leaning over, Lin Yan gently thought to his ear and said something but didn't say anything. He slowly retreated with a smile.

"The president should be careful when driving back."

Minhangzhou smiled, and that little smile, a swaying peach blossoms blooming for ten miles, and a cool and thin smell.

Complexity, romanticism and indifference.

The weather is not good, and there is thunder and lightning above your head, and it is probably going to rain again in the Harbor City.

The servant took Lin Yan's bag into the house and did not disturb the two of them's solitude.

The huge villa manor is gorgeous and dazzling, and silent.

Minhangzhou is neither lukewarm nor hot, looking at Lin Yan.

"It's going to rain." Lin Yan put on a shawl and smiled charmingly, "Is the president planning to stay at my house for the night?"

Minhangzhou was in a state of uncertainty, "What can I do to entertain me?"

"Noodles." Lin Yan thought for a while, "juice, yogurt, warm water."

Before Minhangzhou finished listening, he glanced at her, "Have you thrown away my stuff?"

Lin Yan shook his head gentlely, "No, divorce is not a favor."

Minhangzhou clapped the car door at hand and signaled her to come over.

"Where are you going back?" Lin Yan walked closer, putting the flat shoes against the man's leather shoes, and looked up and asked, "Tanyuan?"

The Minhangzhou faction was slow and slow, "sold it."

Lin Yan, "Old House."

"I don't like it." Min Hangzhou leaned over and pressed against her forehead. Lin Yan could touch the man's thin lips with just a little movement.

A short distance.

He looked at her face, his eyes were penetrating, and he was so secretive.

Lin Yan's throat suddenly became astringent, and he tried his best to stabilize his footing.

“Stay in a hotel suite?”

"I can't live." Minhangzhou was silent for a while, his expression was dissipated, "Repair the faucet."

"Why buy a large flat building overnight?" Lin Yan thought about it for a long time, "You have money and connections, and buying a house late at night is not difficult for you."

Minhangzhou was intriguing and laughed intriguingly. He opened the car door and sat in the driver's seat. The lights were illuminated. He saw her waving and saying goodbye. The wind swayed at the end of her hair, and his eyes were filled with affection.

I want to be rich, but my wife is not full.

Minhangzhou freed up one hand to light a cigarette, put his arm on the car window, and knocked the accelerator to leave.

This woman, she put a hook to give her a reminder, and she turned around and didn't plan to keep him overnight.

Minhangzhou sucked the smoke into his lungs violently, deeply irrigating the strength of the lungs.

The club's billiard room.

The ‘homeless’ Young Master Min played with a white ball in his palm, rubbed his fingertips one after another, loosened his hands, rolled the white ball, hitting the pink ball, and both entered the net.

He took the wet hand and wiped his hands slowly.

Qin Tao jumped onto the table and asked Mr. Min, "Fun?"

Young Master Min was very cold and "no interest."

Qin Tao bit the lollipop and called the service manager to drink.
Chapter completed!