Mr. He’s Daily Affections

Zhixi responded casually and left quickly.

When she was standing in the corridor, she remembered what Zi Yi meant by what she just said.

...Did this girl misunderstand something? She was not rushing back to do something with He Jingyao!

Zhixi felt ashamed and helpless, and quickly patted her red cheeks before returning to the room.

Behind the desk, He Jingyao held his son in his arms, held his hand and taught him his name.

The man's posture was lazy, with a faint smile on his lips. Xiaobao is also rarely serious, and his fair and tender face looks particularly serious.

Zhixi couldn't help but laugh.

He Jingyao glanced at her, then stood up, put Xiaobao on the chair, adjusted his height, and then told him: Write it yourself, write it ten times first, I will check it later.

Xiaobao nodded obediently.

He Jingyao walked to Zhixi and held her hand: Did you go to see Ziyi?

Zhixi nodded with a complicated expression.

What's going on? He Jingyao laughed.

Zi Yi is such an innocent girl. How bad has she been led now? Pei Yuanchen is really... She couldn't help but sigh.

She had already put the responsibility on Pei Yuanchen in her heart.

This beast!

He Jingyao raised his eyebrows: Why was Ziyi led astray?

Uh... Zhixi hesitated.

But He Jingyao quickly understood.

His eyes dimmed, he pinched her chin and said, You're not even inferior to Zi Yi, are you?

Zhixi's eyes flickered.

He Jingyao raised the corners of his lips and said in a meaningful tone: It seems that I didn't work hard enough to lead you astray.

Zhixi: ...

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At eleven o'clock at night, the old house became completely quiet.

Ziyi lay on the bed after taking a shower, looking a little gloomy.

At this time in the past, there was Uncle Xiaobao by my side.

Every time she came out of the shower, he would quickly strip her clean.

Thinking of certain scenes, Ziyi couldn't help but blush and her heart beat.

She picked up her phone again.

At this moment, WeChat dinged. Ziyi couldn't wait to look and realized that the message was from Pei Yuanchen. He had arrived safely, so he sent her a photo of the airport.

Ziyi rolled around in excitement.

She held her phone, lowered her voice, and sent a voice message.

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Country M, LA.

After Pei Yuanchen got off the plane, he turned on his phone and saw several messages from Ziyi.

He couldn't help but raise the corners of his lips, took a photo and sent it. Soon, the woman sent another voice message.

Pei Yuanchen clicked play, then put the phone to his ear, and the woman's delicate voice came out.

Uncle Xiaobao, are you here? I'm clean now. I miss you so much.

Her voice sounded extremely tactful and a little aggrieved at the last three words.

Pei Yuanchen's Adam's apple rolled, and a woman's body immediately appeared in his mind.

Exquisite and elegant, shiny and smooth.

He let out a long breath, and his originally peaceful heart was instantly disturbed. Even he felt that even just a few days of separation became unbearable.

Pei Yuanchen held the phone in front of him and was about to reply to her when several pairs of black leather shoes suddenly appeared in front of him.

He raised his head and saw several black men in suits standing in front of him.

Pei Yuanchen put the phone back into his windbreaker pocket and his expression became cold: Who are you?

Mr. Pei. One of them said in less fluent Chinese, Mr. Soren asked us to wait for you here.