Chapter 482 (1/2)

Until now, Yanjun and Ms. Lian heard that Wenjing hongdaoming reason, they just know where is exposed.

Ms. Lian is still sitting in the chair, but she is obviously nervous and at a loss when facing the room full of Wen's family.

She inadvertently looked to the side of the inkstone army, full of hope to wait for his answer.

Yan Jun sighed in a deep voice and glanced at Lian's guilty look. There was some irony in his eyes.

However, he is a person who has experienced market negotiation. He has been in society for so many years, and he is not a man who has no heart.

He took a sip of his teacup, then looked at Wen Jinghong, who was opposite him, and said, ”I see. Mr. Wen just forcibly brought our couple here and asked the housekeeper to forbid us. It's just that we secretly went to the hospital to visit Yuan Yuan that day. ”

During this period, Yan Shiqi and Qin Baiyu always looked at the hall with high eyes, just like a couple of onlookers, watching everyone play well or badly.

The man reclined in the chair, with a bit of casual laziness. He took the inkstone and put Shiqi's hand on his knee, rubbing her skin. The deep pupil was full of fun.

Yan Shiqi was pulled by him and scratched his fingertips from time to time. They were close to each other as if there were no one else, but they were full of confidence.

Yan Jun said, just shaking his head and laughing, he looked at Lian Bixiu, distressed and helpless to say: ”you say, still want to hide it?”

Lian Bixiu didn't have any brains. When she heard Yan Jun's inexplicable tone, she was worried on her cheek and warned in a low voice: ”old Yan, what are you talking about?”

Wen Jinghong squints at their couple's interaction, and Yu Guang glances at Wen Zhiyuan from time to time.

This daughter, whom he has been holding in the palm of his hand, seems to have a twinkle of tension in her eyes.

Wen Chongli didn't say a word, and occasionally made eye contact with Li boruo.

Duanmu LANYA precipitated for a long time, and then she pressed down her strange thoughts. She pursed her lips, folded her hands and spread them on her knees, and said in a high voice: ”Mr. Yan, I don't know what you mean by this?”