Chapter 1222

As soon as Mrs. Yue finished, Xia Anlan looked at her with indescribable eyes.

Mrs. Yue leaned back, feeling a little empty. But when she thought about it, my son and daughter-in-law were there. I was afraid of something. So she raised her chin and said, "I don't believe what you're looking at. It's the first time that you've been able to stay till now at your age."

Yanqing silk mouth smoke, mother-in-law, quickly don't say, you occupy the stool appropriate.

Hearing that Xia Anlan's face was not right, Yue said quickly, "cough Uncle, you have heard that my mother is always generous, so I don't need your uncle to be responsible. My uncle is a big man. He manages everything every day and works hard to serve the people. Can we care about every detail because of this little thing? I'd better hurry to eat. My uncle has to work hard. My uncle's time is precious. We can't delay it. "

Mrs. Yue really wants to give her son a compliment. Is that too nice.

She nodded again and again: "what my son said is reasonable. Hurry to eat. How can you delay your time. To delay you is to delay the people of the whole country. We can't be so ignorant. "

Finish saying to hasten to walk outside, summer an LAN lips Cape starts.

One step out with long legs is more than two steps for Mrs. Yue.

Xia Anlan went to Mrs. Yue and said, "don't walk so fast. You don't feel well."

Mrs. Yue's foot almost didn't fall down. Xia Anlan helped her and said, "I told you not to walk so fast."

Looking at Mrs. Yue's walking posture, Yan Qingsi is sure that it must have been very fierce last night. Tut My mother-in-law can still stand up now. It's really strong.

Yue Tingfeng asked her, "what are you thinking?"

"I think it must have been very intense last night, cough Let's go, let's go... "

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The restaurant downstairs has been closed and there is no one but the staff.

Four people sit down.

Breakfast was delivered very quickly. Because Xia Anlan, the master of white cases in the back kitchen, made it as early as Manchu and Han.

Xia Anlan gave Mrs. Yue a steamed dumpling. "You're tired. Eat more."

Yan Qingsi lowered her head and tried not to laugh.

Mrs. Yue's fortune trembled: "Mr. Xia, I think you should eat more. After all, you are old, and you have to work. You need to add more energy, so that you won't be able to hold on."

Yue Tingfeng didn't swallow a mouthful of food and got stuck in his throat. He quickly picked up the cup and gulped two mouthfuls.

He secretly praised Mrs. Yue. Mom, good job.

Being satirized like this, Xia Anlan is still expressionless. Instead, she stops and looks at Mrs. Yue seriously.

In everyone's expectation, Xia Anlan lived up to her expectation and said, "I didn't expect that you should care about me so much. I'm very happy."

Madame Yue is crazy. Who cares about you? Who cares about you? Let's have a face.

I said you're old. Why don't you focus?

Hearing the wind, Yue felt that even at Xia Anlan's age, he could not cultivate himself.

It's amazing

The chopsticks in Mrs. Yue's hand are almost broken.

Looking back, when Xia Anlan leaves office, she must tell the public about his face, and let the masses blinded by his elegant and gentlemanly appearance see his sinister face.

Except for Xia Anlan's leisurely food, Yan Qingsi felt a little embarrassed. What Mrs Yue and her son were thinking was, how could they kill this bastard?

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