The Overbearing Chief Husband’s Favorite: Baby

He called again, and he repeated the words. "We have an interview at night."

The man in the house still has no response and does not know what to do.

The assistant stood outside the door, staring at the closed door quietly, and suddenly flashed through his head and shocked the front page of the news at home and abroad.

Is it related to Miss Tong?

In fact, the assistant guessed that it was nine out of ten, and also guessed that Shi Yanyang’s mood is now.

However, thinking about the importance of the scene at night, I still couldn’t help but knock on the door again, "Young Master!"

There is still no response in the house.

The assistant took care of the lower breath, clenched the doorknob, stared at the door and watched it for a few seconds. He was about to hit the courage and knocked the door open. However, the body was just attached to the door, and the door was suddenly pulled open by the inside. .

Shi Yanyang stood at the door, his eyes glanced at him coolly, and there was no expression on his face.

"What are you doing?" His tone did not fluctuate, as his current expression seemed to be calm and calm.

The assistant scratched his hair and pulled a corner of his mouth and smiled. "No, no!"

Shi Yanyang glanced at him coldly, his eyes retracted, and he passed straight to the elevator.

The assistant's gaze chased his figure and moved. When he was about to go to the elevator, he thought about the interview. He raised his voice and stopped him. "Young master, tonight's interview?"

"Cancel!" The words of indifference came from behind, and Shi Yanyang did not return to the elevator.

This time, half past five.

It is still one and a half hours from the official start of the matchmaking ceremony.

After going downstairs, Shi Yanyang went straight to the parking lot, sat in his car, and drove the car out of the Rongxi Building. When he was about to turn to the direction of the Qingjia Mansion, he suddenly stopped suddenly.

Parked on the side of the road, a person sitting in the car, looking away from the vehicles in front of him, his twilight is very stunned like a layer of fog.

There were a lot of vehicles and pedestrians passing by, whistling, bustling voices, noisy and noisy. He couldn’t hear it. His eyes were just vacant in the distance and seemed to fall into his own mind.

Qing family.

From the beginning of the afternoon, Tong Yan was surrounded by several maids tossing in the room, trying on dresses, doing styling, makeup, and all the series of things were completed. It was already six o'clock in the evening.

Sitting alone in front of the vanity mirror in the room, she stared quietly at herself in the mirror.

Qing Yafeng arranged for the purpose of the banquet tonight, she could not guess, but, in fact, this is not a bad thing for her.

Her world is not only a man who is a singer.

The world is so big, she really should look beyond the distance, not just the one closest to herself.

Perhaps, in this world, is there anyone better suited to her than him?

Tong Yan gave herself some psychological construction, sorted out the folds of the skirt, stood up and accompanied by several maids, slowly went downstairs. "Let's go, Dad is waiting for me!"

In the hallway, the lights are swaying.

The flashing light of the crystal lamp slumbers from above the top of the head, spilling on her back, and the light is warm and quiet.

After going tonight, maybe everything will be fine!

Shi Yongyang is still fascinated by the road outside Rongxi.

He seems to be struggling with something, his hand holding the steering wheel tightly, and the slender ten-necked bones are whitened.