Ferocious Boss: Hubby, Let’s Get Married

Yue Tingfeng took Yan Qingsi to the private house she had been to last time. Yan Qingsi refused Yue Tingfeng's princess to hug her foot, lowered by Yue Tingfeng's ridicule and entered the elevator.

Yan Qingsi didn't worry about what Yue Tingfeng did to her because she had 10,000 ways to prevent him from succeeding.

Out of the elevator, Yue Tingfeng entered the password, and the door opened.

Yan Qingsi smelled the scent from the room for the first time. She was already hungry and hungry. When she smelled this, the saliva would flow out.

Yue heard the wind and smelled it. Frowning into the room, she shouted, "Mom!"

Except for him, only her mother would come.

But, why, every time he brought Yan Qingsi over, this little old lady would come over, would you like to be so clever?

Yue Tingfeng was a little bit discouraged. His mother was there. If he wanted to do something, wouldn't he?

Sure enough, Madam Yue came out of the kitchen wearing an apron: "Son, you are back. You haven't been home for several days. I'm coming ... come ..."

Mrs. Yue didn't finish talking, she saw, and Yan Qingsi, who was behind the wind, was startled, and she was a little panicked.

Yan Qingsi saw Mrs. Yue and she also stunned. They had met twice, this was the third time, and each time was unhappy.

Especially last time, people had just 'aborted'!

This caused Mrs. Yue to see Yan Qingsi again, and she always felt guilty of panic, after all, it was her son that was nothing.

Mrs. Yan Qingsi waved at Mrs. Yue: "Auntie, it's a coincidence that we met again."

Seeing Mrs. Yue, Yan Qingsi twitched in her head, and her bad ideas went up one by one.

Mrs. Yue cleared her throat: "Cough ... that, my kitchen is almost ready ..."

Mrs. Yue turned and went into the kitchen again.

Yan Qingsi raised her lips and said, "Well, I have a fate with your mother, do you mean it? Does this mean that I am closer to my goal to be your stepmother."

Yue Tingfeng glanced at Yan Qingsi's belly: "Hehe, yes, there is a fate."

......

After a while, Mrs. Yue came out, she had adjusted her mentality, and picked up the lady's shelf again. Although she was guilty, she must not let this little fairy see it. Otherwise, she would think harder to enter their door.

Mrs. Yue saw Yan Qingsi wearing one shoe with one foot bare, and asked, "What about your shoes?"

Yan Qingsi raised her chin: "Ask your son."

Mrs. Yue turned and asked, "How did you do that?"

Yue Tingfeng was feeling depressed and drinking water. She didn't say anything. Yan Qingsi sighed and complained: "Hey ... your son's sperm go to the brain, you have to pull my car in the car. No ... the shoes fell off. "

"Well ..." Yue Tingfeng just drank a sip of water from his mouth and spit it out.

He kept coughing and turned to look at Yan Qingsi in shock.

He finally knew what his mother's mood was every time he faced Yan Qingsi.

Madam Yue finally managed to adjust the image of the noble lady who returned, and opened her mouth, looking at Yan Qingsi unbelievably.

Yan Qing was bare with one foot, her clothes were messy, her hair was messy, but it wasn't just like a prank that Madame Yue's old face instantly turned red.

She gritted her teeth, turned and yelled at Fengyue, "What are you doing? She ... how long has she had an abortion, is it a month?"

Yue Tingfeng was wronged: "Mom, I ..."

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Yue Tuhao: Three decades of professional hot pot! See you again, this malicious world.