Yan Haoxiang: Love comes slowly
  • "I mean it's too late."
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  • Song Jin'an blinked his eyes, squinting by the dazzling sunlight in front of the window, only to realize that the sky was already bright.
  • It turned out that I fell asleep unconsciously yesterday.
  • Glancing around, Yan Haoxiang still didn't come back last night.
  • Sighing softly, he got out of bed to take care of himself, and walked downstairs a few minutes later.
  • The dining table in the living room was filled with tempting and fragrant meals. Ruan Yu was smiling and talking to the servant next to her when he saw her go downstairs and look at her triumphantly.
  • Is this not taking her as the Yan family's wife?
  • Song Jin'an smiled softly, walked to the dining table and sat down very naturally, holding his cheeks and looking at Ruan Yu and the servants beside her leisurely.
  • ruanyu
    ruanyu
    "What are you looking at?"
  • Seeing that Song Jinan had been looking at him, Ruan Yu glared at her back.
  • Song Jinan ignored her, and his eyes focused on the servant next to Ruan Yu. There was no emotion in his eyes, but the servant never dared to look at her, and his eyes drifted away.
  • God damn it.
  • Seeing that Song Jinan completely ignored him, Ruan Yu grabbed the skirt fiercely with both hands under the dining table.
  • She leaned over and whispered something to the servant beside her.
  • ruanyu
    ruanyu
    "What are you afraid of her for?"
  • ruanyu
    ruanyu
    "Mrs. Yan will change sooner or later!"
  • Ruan Yu's words did not give the servant any confidence.
  • The servant wiped the cold sweat from her forehead. Song Jin'an's eyes gave her a strong sense of oppression. She couldn't bear it just by standing.
  • What if the wife of the Yan family had to be changed sooner or later, but now it was still her Song Jinan.
  • She dared not offend.
  • He took a few steps forward and walked to Song Jinan, bent his body, and then got up to prepare tableware for Song Jinan. After everything was ready, the servant bent down,
  • longtao(shenmedoudang)
    longtao(shenmedoudang)
    [Servant]: "Madam, please have a meal."
  • Song Jin'an blinked, glanced at Ruan Yu with a half-smile, and then raised his hand and started to eat slowly.
  • Ruan Yu was even more angry at Song Jin'an's glance, bit his lip fiercely, and stared at the servant who had already run to Song Jin'an.
  • The servant bowed his head and disappeared.
  • Even if she offended Ruan Yu now, she didn't dare to offend Song Jinan.
  • songjinan
    songjinan
    "Don't forget the rules in the future."
  • Song Jin'an spoke leisurely.
  • longtao(shenmedoudang)
    longtao(shenmedoudang)
    [Servant]: "Yes."
  • The servant bent down even more respectfully.
  • Song Jin'an now understood.
  • Even if everyone doesn't like to see you, and doesn't want to be nice to you, then you have to be doubly nice to yourself. These people are bullying the soft and fearing the hard. You are still the wife of the Yan family. No one can be wronged if you are wronged. As soon as you were with these paper tigers, no one dared to provoke you.
  • ruanyu
    ruanyu
    "Hey, come here, I want to eat that!"
  • Ruan Yu was still unconvinced, pointing to the dish closest to him and shouting.
  • The servant looked up, then turned around and changed direction, facing Ruan Yu's side, and continued to bow his head,
  • longtao(shenmedoudang)
    longtao(shenmedoudang)
    [Servant]: "I'm sorry, Miss. I'm serving Madam now. That dish is not far away. Miss can pick it up by herself."
  • Song Jin'an laughed out with a "poof" without giving face.
  • Ruan Yu firmly clenched his fists and lowered his head with a distorted expression on his face.
  • Song Jin'an, wait for me!
  • Song Jin'an was a little helpless, this Ruan Yu was also stupid, so he just stared at this servant and found another top, so he wouldn't be mad at himself like a jumping clown now.
  • jideguanzhushoucangdaka
    jideguanzhushoucangdaka
    Coming, coming!
  • jideguanzhushoucangdaka
    jideguanzhushoucangdaka
    Anyway, the words of this article are abused from beginning to end.
  • jideguanzhushoucangdaka
    jideguanzhushoucangdaka
    Good at writing sweet essays, I think inspiration is so painful to cry.
  • jideguanzhushoucangdaka
    jideguanzhushoucangdaka
    No one was crying when they saw the abuse in the middle of the night, right?
  • jideguanzhushoucangdaka
    jideguanzhushoucangdaka
    Then you can add q to play with me, that's it, that's it.
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Dare not offend