Chapter 170: Yue Tingfeng is mine, don't try to steal it

Yue Tingfeng closed the bedroom door and called Jiang Lai: "Do something for me, give Yan Ruke a warning, let her be honest, don't give me a second thought, she dare to move Yan Qingsi, I let She has no place in Los Angeles. "
After closing the line, Yue Tingfeng turned off her phone and undressed into the bedroom, opened the quilt, took off one of Yan Qingsi's shoes, and lay down to hold her—sleep.
Nonsense, he said that every day she slept until she woke up naturally, not just talking.
......
As far as Yan Qingsi sleeps, Yan Ruke is crazy.
At this moment, Yan Ruke was almost crazy, her eyes were red, and the things in her office had hit the ground, and her computer, mobile phone, and cup files were a mess.
Yan Ruke held a knife in her hand, and there was no good place on the whole body of the puppets that her subordinate gave her, and the fillings fell out.
Yan Ruke said, "I know, Yan Qingsi won't let me go, I know ..."
"Slut slut ... why grab my man, why grab my man? Why didn't you die, why did you live ... why didn't you die with your mother ..."
"Yan Qingsi, I won't let you go. I do n’t want to steal anything from me now. My good days, do n’t want to destroy ... Yue Tingfeng is mine!"
Yan Ruke picked up the phone, and the phone was broken.
She picked up the landline on the table and dialed a number.
"Hey, Brother Zhao, help me check the recent whereabouts of Yan Qingsi. Yes, I want a very accurate time. You can open the price at will."
Putting down the microphone, Yan Ruke's face was distorted by the hateful puppet.
Yan Qingsi, if you don't die, I can never be at peace.
Yan Qingsi, when you come back to death, don't blame me for being cruel.
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Yan Qingsi was really tired. She woke up until 3 pm when she fell asleep, and was awakened hungry.
Yan Qingsi covered her stomach and got up, regardless of whether Yue Tingfeng was nearby or not, and went straight to the kitchen.
In the kitchen, Mrs. Yue cooked the soup and cooked the vegetables, just need to heat it.
Yan Qingsi leaned on the stove, her eyes were waiting tightly for the casserole, and she could not wait to add the fire, so that the chicken soup inside would immediately boil.
Finally, the casserole fumed and the fragrance of the chicken broth came out, and Yan Qingsi couldn't wait to fill a large bowl.
After turning off the fire, holding the bowl and turning, she saw Yue Tingfeng, leaning against the door frame, and looked at her with a faint look.
Yan Qingsi immediately clasped the bowl in her hand and said, "I want to drink and serve."
Yue Tingfeng followed her behind: "You give me Sheng."
"Why don't you let me feed you?"
Yue Tingfeng nodded: "I was still thinking about it, should you feed me?"
"Oh ... you have such a big face, go away and don't delay me to eat."
Yue listened to the wind and went over: "Then I feed you."
Yan Qingsi thought the chicken soup was boring because of what she said, and she looked up: "Your mother knows, are you so shameless?"
Yue Tingfeng and Yan Qingsi squeezed a single sofa, "Nonsense, of course, I know, my mother made it for me, give me something to drink."
Yan Qingsi suddenly stretched out her hand and put it on Yue Tingfeng's belly. "No, this is not for you, this is for the child who was killed by your heart!"

Yue Tuhao: How many years will I carry this pot? Why is it so difficult to make a girl?