The Overbearing Chief Husband’s Favorite: Baby

Shi Haoyang has always been a frequent visitor to the Qing family. He is here, but it is not surprising.

Not looking for Qing Muchen is looking for a child's face.

Moxier didn't care, holding his own flower scissors, and was preparing to continue to repair the flowers. The sound of a bodyguard at the door suddenly sounded. "Is Shi Shaoye looking for my young master? The young master has already gone out, would you like to call him?"

"I don't look for him!" Shi Yanyang returned to the other side with a cool, quiet moment, and then followed the footsteps toward the garden.

Don't look for Qing Muchen, that is to find a child's face.

However, at this time, it was only seven o'clock...

Looking for Yan Yan so early?

Moxier was inexplicably evoked by the Eight Diagrams Heart.

When the line of sight looked in the direction of the gate, Shi Yanyang just entered the garden.

The singer’s father didn’t know where the gossip was coming, and he brought his head together again. “What are you looking at? What are you looking at?”

"Hey, hey, I have a tweed!" The thick tune, tone, seems to be very unfair.

His voice is not too small.

The entire garden seems to have heard it.

Mo Xier’s eyes were pumping, and he turned his head to face him without a word.

Shi Yanyang walked slowly, his eyes looked in his direction, and the thin lips were gently hooked.

"Grandpa, you can be really idle today!" The calm tone, the tone of the opposite tone, smashed the old man.

"Respect the old man!" Master screamed at him with a slap in the face, thinking about the wording, and then coldly and proudly added, "I want to hit my family's idea, then I have to pass this level!" ”

He said it was serious. However, Shi Yangyang did not take his words seriously.

When the wind blew through his ears, he didn't even look at the old man.

"When Grandpa is fine, I still have to study how to make flowers. When I go in, I will come out." Throwing a word to the other party, Shi Yanyang went straight to the main house.

It was still very early at this time, and Tong Yan would not get up at 7:30.

When entering the living room, the room was quiet.

Probably afraid of waking up the family, the servants didn't even start busy.

Shi Yanyang went up the stairs and walked through the long corridor and went straight to the room of Tong Yan.

What he and the old man said is that they will come out when they go in.

When he was talking about him, he did not take his words seriously.

Holding his own flower scissors, he is preparing to continue to repair flowers with Moxier. However, the scissors only caught the flower branches, and the knife has not been cut yet. I did not expect that Shi Yanyang actually came out.

The old man stopped his work and looked up at him with his face raised.

"There is still something, go first." Shi Yanyang did not make too many explanations, just faintly glanced at him and went straight.

Outside the gate, the engine sound came.

He seems to have left, silently silent.

From the beginning to the end, Tong Yan didn't even know anything.

She slept late last night and got up a bit late this morning.

When I woke up, it was more than nine o'clock, and the sun shone on the bed.

The breezy room, the sun is bright and beautiful like the flowers of the early spring.

The gauze floats, and in the air, a touch of floral scent comes.

It is the aroma of roses, fresh and elegant like today's weather.

On the balcony of the room, a bunch of Charlottes are waiting to be placed.

A large number of yellow roses, golden ribbons tied into a bow tied into a bundle, the breed is rare Charlotte.