At this time, Shen Ting's gaze fell on the coffee table. It was a...a milk bottle with white milk inside.

He frowned. "You haven't been weaned yet?"

Yi Huan was taken aback, and immediately went over to pick it up and threw it in the trash can, "No, someone came to see me today, took the child, and landed here."

Shen Ting's eyes faintly lighted: "What did you throw away?"

"I've used it, and I'm sick. It's unhygienic to stay here for so long. What if I get infected?" She stammered, staring at Shen Ting after she finished speaking, hoping that he could Believe it.

Shen Ting even understood and nodded: "Yes, it's not good if it is infected..."

He paused again: "I really thought you weren't weaned just now. You moved out for several years, so this little problem can't be fixed."

Yi Huan was about to vomit blood in her heart, but she still maintained a decent smile on her face, and she smashed her silver teeth: "I definitely don't have the problem of not drinking milk. I can't sleep without holding a bottle."

Shen Ting actually smiled slightly: "That's good. It seems that you have been self-disciplined in recent years."

He seemed to think of something again: "Ye Xiangnan knows you had such a problem before?"

"I don't know." Yi Huan was angry, ignored him, and just sat down to watch TV.

Shen Ting went to the kitchen by himself, and soon found coffee. He still knew Yihuan's living habits. After all, they had lived together for many years.

She doesn't know how to cook, but she knows how to tidy up. The house is definitely not as messy as a single girl.

Shen Ting was very satisfied with this.

He made coffee. It was probably the coffee's smell that made Yi Huan alert. She frowned, "You drink coffee so late, don't you go to bed already so late?"

Shen Ting looked at the time: "It's only 11 o'clock, I only go to bed at 1 o'clock normally."

Yi Huan let out a cry and continued to watch her TV, while Shen Ting sat on the solo sofa beside her, using her mobile phone to handle some affairs.

She sometimes glanced at him secretly and found that he was really busy. Of course, Yihuan was also busy, but there was time for free time, and Shen Ting seemed to be working. Although he was worth hundreds of billions of dollars, Yihuan was still busy. However, he felt that he had been sold to the Qin family, and the deal was not profitable at all.

Compared to her, Shen Ting is more like her dad, a workaholic.

Of course, Yi Huan didn't have the face to say too much. At twelve o'clock, she stretched her waist and said, "I'm asleep, good night."

Look, what's the matter with Shen Ting, he still gets along well, although there is a little less talk now.

She couldn't help thinking, maybe they will be the same as before.

It used to be good.

She said good night, and Shen Ting just raised his eyes and glanced at her, and said casually, "Can you sleep?"

If he remembered correctly, her milk seemed to have been drunk only a half, and she threw it in the trash can.

According to her previous habit, she would definitely come out to find milk to drink in the middle of the night.

Where can I sleep without holding a bottle all night?

And Shen Ting felt that she was not young anymore, she should have been weaned.

He was rather cold, Yihuan scratched his hair and went to the bedroom again.

Shen Ting continued his work, and when he reached a point, he turned off the light and slept in the living room.

He just lay down, not yet asleep, when the door opened from the master bedroom, followed by footsteps.