Chapter 105

Housekeeper Cheng looked down at his watch, raised his eyes and smile. There was a faint chill in his eyes: "Miss Yan, I wonder if you are willing to spare 20 minutes."

He did not allow the words to refuse. Behind the words, there were two bodyguards in black, tall and strong, with a strong sense of oppression.

Yanyu pursed her lips and clenched her fingers. She could only follow housekeeper Cheng to get on the long car.

In the car, the light is dim and the atmosphere is cramped.

Housekeeper Cheng politely pours a glass of red wine for Yanyu, and hands it to Yanyu. Yanyu takes it over with a straight back and cold eyes.

"Steward Cheng, what can I do for you?"

Steward Cheng's Putonghua is not standard: "Miss Yan, according to the information I found, after you returned home, you married Lu Yan, the younger brother of Mr. Ci, our Mr. Yan of the Cheng family."

There was a chill on the back of the figure of speech, and the chill penetrated into her fingertips.

Housekeeper Cheng's eyes stare at her coldly and says with a smile: "sure enough, Miss Yan knows everything." His voice was colder. "Did miss Yan forget what I said to you? Miss Yan, you can't go too far in life. "

The hand of speech is very tight, and the joints of bones are pale.

Housekeeper Cheng sneered: "young master CI likes you so much. He treats you so well. How long after he died, Miss Yan married another man? I heard that a lovely little princess was born. It's a coincidence that Miss Yan married master Yan, who is so similar to master CI. "

The words and expressions didn't say a word, the amber pupil didn't have half of fear.

She has always been like this, even if no matter what, she is still calm in the eyes of outsiders.

Housekeeper Cheng is not angry and his voice can't help but grow louder: "Miss Yan, don't say it's young master AI CI. Young master AI CI is ashamed of your present love! You don't deserve to say goodbye, young master. Fortunately, I stopped you and didn't let you see young master! "

This sentence, like a cold sword, pierces into the heart of metaphor.

There was a hole in the chest. The blood was constant and the pain was boiling in the blood. "Mr. Ci and Mr. Yan are two completely different people. Miss Yan, do you feel very proud, because you have played with the two masters of the Cheng family. You have destroyed master CI. Do you want to destroy master Yan again? Metaphor: you should know how to behave.

the Cheng family has subsidized you to study for so many years. It's not for you to destroy the whole family. Are you worthy of the young master?! Where do you put his love for you? " Housekeeper Cheng seldom said such ugly words, which shows how angry he was. He tightened his cheeks, his eyes were full of anger, and refused to give in at all. He said in a cold voice: "I think Miss Yan dare not tell master Yan that you were once in love with master CI. Don't worry, I will tell master Yan about it completely."

The expression of the face, a moment lost all the blood.

As white as a white wall.

The light in the car was dim, but she felt particularly dazzling.

The sword that had just pierced into her heart was pulled out by others. With a barb, it scraped through her heart and became bloody.

Once Lu Tongyan and Lu Zhiren are angry, she will want to know that they are calm again.

What was the result of his fury?

It's divorce, it's ending their marriage.

She knows Lu Yan. If Lu Yan knows that he is a double, his anger will never die out, and he will never let her go. Maybe he will make her lose the person she cares about most.

Little star.

If she divorced, she would not get the custody of little star, or even the right to visit.

The heart of the speech is so painful that it shrinks into a ball. It seems that the chest is heavily pressed by something. It's hard to breathe.

She looks pale, but her eyes are sharp. She shoots straight at housekeeper Cheng, and makes housekeeper Cheng look slightly awe inspiring. Her voice was cold, as if from the Abyss: "steward Cheng, you should know that your purpose is to let Lu Yan return to Cheng's house. If you tell Lu Yan about me and Cheng Ci, I will pull Cheng's house into the water, and I will tell Lu Yan that I am a spy sent by Cheng's family, and Cheng's family will let me lurk in order to persuade him to return to Cheng's house. You can have a try. Under such circumstances, do you still have a chance to let Lu Yan follow you back to Cheng's home so that you can complete the tasks that the master of Cheng's family ordered? "

Cheng housekeeper skin smile meat don't smile, eyes color deep cold, flashed obvious anger.

"Well, well, Miss Yan has grown up, and she is no longer pretending to be a weak little white rabbit like she used to be in front of master CI."

Words do not say a word, tighten the lip line.

Housekeeper Cheng suddenly opens the door and lets Yanyu get off. But after a while, the extended car disappears into Yanyu's view.

Yanyu clenches her fingers and suddenly thinks about Xiaoxing very much. She takes a taxi and goes back to the apartment.

Aunt Lin opened the door for her. She didn't hold the little star in her hand.Yan Yu asked aunt Lin with a smile, "where's the little star?"

Aunt Lin Nuo chin, smile a small voice: "is watching TV, from the morning, did not see you, began to sulk, do not laugh, do not speak, but every once in a while, will secretly look at the direction of the door, waiting for you to come back."

The heart of words is soft.

Last night, the incident happened suddenly, and then did not go home, small star angry is normal.

Yu took off his shoes, walked over, squatted beside the little star, raised his lips: "who is this lovely little beauty?"

Small star shriveled mouth, black eyes staring at their hands of toys to see, watery, is not to see words.

The metaphor teased her: "it's like our little star."

The longer her mouth is, the longer she can hang a soy sauce bottle. Her eyelashes are long and thick, and her fleshy cheek makes people want to kiss her.

The metaphor sighs intentionally: "is little star angry with his mother? That mother is going to leave. Oh, mother is very sad. She is going to cry next to her. "

She made an effort to stand up. This time, the tears accumulated by little star finally came down. Her eyes were red, her mouth was shriveled and she cried. Her fat little hand hugged the leg of words.

The heart of words is too soft and too painful.

She bent down, picked up the little star, gently patted her back, coaxed her.

Little star is still crying, buried in her mother's neck nest, sobbing, hands tightly around the neck of the words, refused to let go. The metaphor assured her: "mother promised you that she would accompany you in the future, so she would accompany you. Darling, mother won't want the baby."