Chapter 819

"Sheng, Sheng Shao, do you know how old I am this year?" In the silence, Su Jiayi suddenly asked him such a question. Her eyes glittered with bright streamers, "how many years was I born? Do Sheng Shao know?"

Sheng Yilun was stunned by the unexpected question.

He didn't have to think about it at all, because he knew he never knew.

He was inexplicably annoyed. He didn't intend to pay attention to the problem, "I don't know."

"Well... What about Mrs. Li? Do you know when Mrs. Li was born? " She has always been a gentle gentlewoman, but tonight, even she didn't know why she would stubbornly ask him such inexplicable words.

Sheng Yilun Jun's face was a little pale and said low, "you ask too much."

Su Jiayi looked at him for a few seconds and felt a touch of desolation and despair.

In the dark night, she smiled and then shrunk herself into the quilt. Her heart was so sour that she couldn't speak.

——Sheng Yilun, it doesn't matter if you don't know my date of birth, but... But don't you want to ask more and know more?

——I'm actually four years younger than Mrs. Li.

——I sometimes envy her. She is only four years older than me, but she is already the mommy of two lovely children.

——I actually like children very much.

——Aunt and uncle also want to have grandchildren, but why do you have to wait until after you get married?

Under the long eyelashes, there were moist and crystal tears. Su Jiayi turned her back to him.

The night was solemn, the windows were closed, the temperature of the air conditioner was very high, and the charming fragrance in the bedroom continued to hit.

Sheng Yilun pulled his bathrobe coldly. You don't have to guess who did a good deed.

They are all women in their sixties. They are still so energetic. They just mix in some things.

I don't know where to buy the strange fragrance, which really made him a little bit in a trance. Then his eyebrows frowned impatiently, his anger burned quietly. At night, he took a mouthful of cold water from the tea table and took it directly.

He lowered his anger a little and then fell wearily on the sofa.

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early morning.

A hangover hurts.

Sheng Yilun woke up and was in a trance for a while. He didn't get up until he felt his spirit had recovered. Casually put on his shirt and walked downstairs with buttons. He was completely awake when he first walked down the next step!

He didn't go back to Huaxi garden last night, but the villa by the Lingshan river.

The narrow sharp eyes suddenly flashed a creepy cold light, and the thin lips closed tightly into a sharp and terrible arc. He went back and opened the bedroom door. It was empty.

The man's shirt he gave her last night, together with the bath towel she was wearing, had disappeared into the changing basket.

I got up so early.

"Young master, young master has come down for breakfast." The servant came up respectfully to invite him.

Sheng Yilun slowly took back his cold eyes, and his slender fingers tidied up his collar. When I went down and turned the stairs, I saw Su Jiayi busy in the kitchen.

She wore an apron on her slender and weak body, skillfully turned over the love fried egg on the pan, put it on the plate, then wrapped the baked bread with a layer of light strawberry jam, clamped up and down, and brought it to Sheng's mother sitting on the sofa.

"Aunt, I have breakfast. I'm not very good at cooking. Don't be surprised." Her voice is sweet and sweet.

"Where the cooking is bad, it smells good."

From a distance, I saw the picture of the harmonious relationship between mother-in-law and daughter-in-law, and the man hooked his mouth.

He went to the table, opened his chair and sat down. His eyes fell on Su Jiayi. He said, "it's hard."