Yan shiting glanced at the middle-aged woman called Aunt Wang. He recognized the woman who was taking Xiaobao off. He had already guessed that she was a nanny. He really was.

He lit a cigarette and took a puff. He narrowed his narrow eyes and watched Cheng yingxuan put the dishes bought by Aunt Wang in the refrigerator and sorted them out.

I didn't expect that she would help a nanny with her things.

Looking at her behavior, she seems to have more respect for this old woman called Aunt Wang.

Think of Xiaobao said his father has gone to heaven.

Cheng yingxuan is usually busy with her work. It is estimated that Aunt Wang helps her with her children, so she has more love for the nanny.

Aunt Wang took a cup of hot tea to the tea table in front of Yan shiting. She stammered a little nervously, "Yan Yan always drinks tea... "

"Aunt Wang, he has a habit of cleanliness and won't drink it." Cheng yingxuan came from the kitchen and sat down on the sofa. "If you pour him tea, it will only waste our water."

Yan shiting frowned. The woman surnamed Cheng was sincere and could not get along with him, "let that go."

"Aunt Wang was at a loss." Yan was always busy first and told us what to do

Yan shiting's cold eyes deliberately crossed the appreciation, glancing at Cheng yingxuan, "see? Your servants know better than you

Cheng yingxuan Banqiao, "Aunt Wang, Yan shiting is an unexpected guest, there is no need to be polite to him!"

"This Not so good... " Aunt Wang is very hesitant. She has heard that general manager Yan is called President Yan Luo, and no one who offends him will come to a good end.

"Nothing bad." Cheng yingxuan is not afraid of heaven or earth.

Aunt Wang trembled, "I I... "

"Nothing. Go back to your room first." Yingxuan saw that she was afraid.

"Warm." Wang's aunt was pardoned and went back to her room.

Cheng yingxuan went back to her room to make up for her sleep. She didn't care about Yan shiting. She woke up and found him sitting on the edge of the bed. His dark eyes were staring at her face.

I don't know how long he has been staring at her. No wonder she can't sleep well. In the dream, I always feel that there is a burning look in my eyes.

She was sleepy and yawned. "You haven't gone yet?"

"No, I live here." In a domineering tone, he just informed her, not asked.

She got up and washed quickly. She took a dress from the cupboard and was ready to change it. Seeing the look in his eyes, she glared at him, "what are you looking at? I'm going to change clothes. Don't you know if you're not polite, don't you?"

The corner of his mouth provoked a sneer. What part of you I haven't seen or touched

She took up her skirt and hid in the bathroom to change it before she came out.

He went to the dresser, took his comb and combed his long hair.

He looked at her silky black hair, almost without combing, drooping and supple. He remembered that in his villa, he often dried her for a night, and she was so tired that she fell asleep. When he held her in his arms and his fingers ran into her hair, the smoothness and delicacy of her hair were as exquisite as fine silk, which he liked very much.

She looked at him thoughtfully and said, "Mr. Yan, are you back in the spring?"

This woman, also can be honest only when she is so tired that she falls asleep. He stood up, took the comb from her hand, and naturally combed her hair. His movements were slightly stiff because he helped a woman comb her hair for the first time.

She looked at him in the mirror with gentle eyes. For a moment, she felt that the man had her in his heart.

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