The days passed by a few more days.

Ye Weilan has been very ordinary these days. She showed off her gifts with Meiren Qi, discussed the Heart Sutra with Ye Yan, teased Xiaoxue, and looked at her son.

The thing I have been paying the most attention to recently is how to feed Meiren Qi a little fatter. Her husband is too hard to work. As a virtuous wife, of course, he has to do everything in daily affairs.

Ye Weilan got up early in the morning, cooked breakfast, left a portion for Ye Yan in the microwave, put a portion in the thermos cup, and went out with a smile.

...

The headquarters of the Presbyterian Church has been rebuilt and has now become new. Qi Ye’s office room has completely deviated from the cold color of ice white, returning to his usual dark style.

In the quiet space, the man leaned gracefully on the sofa, staring at the woman who appeared in front of him with a beautiful black eyes, with a very light smile on his lips and extremely cold.

Yao Ling didn't care about his coldness at all. Her long white skirt was dragged on the ground, and her hands gently lifted the hem of the skirt, revealing her naked feet. She bent her eyebrows and looked at Qi Ye, and said with a smile: "I always wanted to say hello, but unfortunately there was no chance. The princess looked at you too tightly."

Qi Ye lazily raised his eyelids to look at her without saying a word.

Yao Ling put down her skirt, put her hands behind her back, and made a well-behaved posture, and her charming eyes swayed: "Would you like to play together?"

"Not interested," Qi Ye said in a naughty voice: "I only play with my wife."

The smile on Yao Ling's face faded a little: "Where can't I compare to her?"

Qi Ye asked back: "Are you comparable?"

"You are like your wife, with a really vicious mouth," Yao Ling looked very cute when she spoke. Her cute face and hot figure were very seductive. With her smile, a sweet fragrance began to spread indoors. She held her face: "But you are so beautiful, I really want you."

Qi Ye couldn't say anything: "How many women are there under Schumann's men like you?"

Yao Ling thought for a while: "About twenty or thirty people. Since Aunt Shuman snatched her lover away by Qin Yuling, she has become more extreme. She has specially found some qualified children to raise her."

She turned around in front of Qi Ye, and her snow-white skirt fell off her body and fell to the ground. There was only a layer of white gauze inside, wrapped in an angry figure, full of provocative and funny: "She asked us to specifically pick some literary youths, steal them, let them get rid of their girlfriends, and kick them off after they have enough fun. Seeing their heartbroken and despairy appearance, Aunt Shuman would become very happy, and seeing them fascinated by us, we were also very happy."

"Love pervert," Qi Ye looked at the woman in front of him, his eyes flashing without evading, but it seemed to be looking at a sow: "Who helped you in?"

When Yao Ling touched his eyes, she fainted in shame and anger, but her smile became even bigger: "You are so bad, are you so cold to all women?"

"No," Qi Ye raised a soft curve in the corner of his lips: "I only have a good interest in my wife."

Yao Ling's smile suddenly sank. She was the most unyielding woman who was always sought after by men, but she was defeated by Ou Ruolan again and again. She laughed: "What's the difficulty? Soon you will regard me as your wife..."
Chapter completed!