That gaze made Lanshan feel colder than the cold wind. She wanted to explain to Mingye, but... she didn't know what to say.

It is true that Mao Toyama stays in her room most of the night every night. Whether he is telling stories to the little one or not, as a single woman, she should not let a man enter her room.

She felt guilty about this matter, and the more she thought about it, the less she dared to tell her directly to Ming Ye.

Mingye looked at Lanshan's timid and guilty expression, and the jealousy in her heart was so overwhelming that she let that bastard Mao Toyama stay in her room and tell her story?

"Is this true?"[

Ming Ye's resentful voice made Lanshan shiver, "Well... Doudou is young, and she has to listen to her father tell stories every night before she can fall asleep."

Toyama Mao saw Lanshan looking in trouble, sighed and wanted to help her out.

"It's too cold here. Even Doudou and Lanshan can't stand it, so they should go back first!"

Lan Shan responded hurriedly and tugged on Ming Ye's sleeves: "Go back first. You are not cold in this snowy day. I am almost freezing to death."

Tomorrow night I grabbed Lanshan's hand. It was indeed very cold. It would be good to go back...but I would never go back to the home of that bastard Yuanshan Lian.

Mingye glanced at the father and daughter coldly, "Okay, go back..."

Before Lanshan could be happy, Mingye put his right hand around her waist, his left hand around her legs, picked her up and walked towards his car.

Toyama Mao Xu had already anticipated the meaning of Ming Ye's move. He walked up to Ming Ye and said lukewarmly: "Let Lanshan be my car. You don't know the way to my house."

Mingye sneered, opened the car door, regardless of whether Lanshan wanted it or not, stuffed her in, slammed the door, and then turned to face Mao Toyama: "Why do my people want to live in your house? I'm not in Japan.

No house."

Toyama Mao frowned and looked unhappy: "Lan Shan's luggage is still at my house."

Mingye raised his eyebrows and smiled: "I'll have someone pick up this little thing later. From now on, the decline has nothing to do with your family."

After saying that, regardless of Toyama Mao's expression, he opened the car door and got in.

The car was like an arrow leaving the string, and drove away quickly without caring about the ice and snow under the wheels.

Seeing the Maybach Toyama Mao coming and leaving arrogantly, her face gradually became colder than ice and snow.
Chapter completed!