I didn't save any more food today

Chen Yan wanted to return to his thoughts, but still greeted the two of them warmly, then looked at Wei Qingshan, who was on the side, and was about to ask, when Wei Chengfeng gave him the gift box in his hand, and said:

"I wish you a happy move. This is our wish. Also, this is my elder brother, Wei Qingshan, and behind him is my little nephew, Wei Yaoyao."

Chen Yan was taken aback, there is a third person?

While speaking politely, he looked behind the two of them suspiciously, and finally found a corner of his clothes when Wei Qingshan's legs were bent.

Chen Yan changed his angle and finally saw the little nephew Wei Chengfeng was talking about.

It was getting late, and the three people in front of them were all wearing black suits. No wonder they didn't notice this little carrot before.

It was a four-year-old beautiful little boy with exquisite facial features, a sculpted face, and hair combed into threes and sevens. He was wearing a neat formal suit and stepped on a pair of small leather shoes. Grabbing Wei Qingshan's trouser legs, she huddled behind him, looking very cute.

Chen Yan: "..."

He thought that when Wei Chengfeng said that he brought a family, he meant bringing the kind of family that was endowed with another meaning, but he didn't expect that it was a real family.

Seeing him staring at the child, Wei Qingshan bent down and dragged Wei Yaoyao to him, pointed at Chen Yan and Yin Chou and said to him, "Call me uncle."

Although Wei Yaoyao has autism, but due to timely treatment, he is not completely unable to speak. At this time, he was caught off guard and dragged to the adults. After a pause, he said indifferently:

"Hello, uncles."

When he said hello, Wei Qingshan's expression was a little subtle for a moment, and the corners of his mouth turned up slightly.

No matter how indifferent the expression is, the child's voice is always soft and childish, and Chen Yan has no temper at all when he is called, but he is so cute and pokes his heart.

"Come in, it's hot outside."

He was so busy paying attention to the little baby that he didn't pay attention to Yin Chou who had been bluffing all the time. At this moment, his eyes were wandering and he was exceptionally silent.

As soon as Wei Chengfeng entered the room, he saw Lu Tingzhi standing at the entrance.

The two looked at each other a few times across the crowd, and they immediately understood each other.

Several people changed their shoes again, and introduced them again. After the politeness, Chen Yan greeted several people to sit down, served them tea and water, and took out some desserts bought at home for Wei Yaoyao to eat, and then said:

"Mr. Wei, please sit down first, I will prepare dinner, I don't know what flavor you like, so I made a mess, please forgive me for my negligence."

Wei Qingshan nodded, "You can just call me Wei Qingshan, you go to work first, we do as we please."

Chen Yan pushed Yin Chou: "You greet Big Brother Wei well, I'm off to work."

Yin Chou nodded repeatedly as if waking up from a dream.Chen Yan smiled apologetically at the others before entering the kitchen.

Seeing him go in, Lu Tingzhi smiled and said to everyone, "I'll help him."

Then he glanced at Wei Chengfeng again before turning around and walking into the kitchen.

Wei Chengfeng's eyes turned red, and he was about to catch up, but was blocked by Wei Qingshan.

Wei Chengfeng looked at him puzzled, "Brother, that person has ulterior motives."

Wei Qingshan calmly wiped the corners of Wei Yaoyao's mouth, and said, "Why are you in a hurry, what can you do when you go, make trouble? You have to be patient, and things can be done. You, you are upset, go home and reflect on yourself."

Wei Chengfeng was taken aback for a moment, staring at him for a long time without saying a word.

Wei Qingshan glared at him angrily, "If you don't go to the kitchen, can't you do something else? The master cooks the meal, and the table needs to be cleaned by the master himself?"

Wei Chengfeng silently glanced at him and Yin Chou, who was very quiet with his head down, and silently went to prepare tables, chairs, dishes and chopsticks.

Wei Qingshan sent everyone away, and then turned his gaze to Yin Chou, who bowed his head aside, and smiled slightly,

"Are you avoiding me recently?"

Yin Chou, who was as quiet as a chicken, shivered suddenly, he shook his head repeatedly and said, "No, I'm just a little busy recently, hehehe..."

"Really, I thought you didn't want that pair of panties that I put here."

Yin Chou suddenly coughed as if he was choking, and secretly glanced at Wei Xiaoluotou, who was eating dessert, while saying haha:

"Brother Wei is too polite, just throw that thing away. It's really a crime for you to worry about such a small matter like me."

Wei Qingshan looked at his sweaty forehead with a half-smile, and said, "After all, it's a personal item, you'd better take it back."

Yin Chou's face was tangled into a ball, and he nodded hastily.

Only then did Wei Qingshan stop talking, and leaned against the soft sofa, closing his eyes and resting his mind, while rubbing Wei Yaoyao's little head.

Wei Yaoyao frowned and hid for a few times, but couldn't dodge, and finally continued to eat dessert with a look of hopelessness, but the speed was much faster.

The two of them were leisurely and carefree, but Yin Chou couldn't sit still. He changed his sitting position a few times, and finally couldn't hold back and ran to the bathroom.

Beside the sink, he turned on the faucet switch to the maximum, and sprinkled handfuls of water on his face continuously, but the cool water couldn't lower his extremely high body temperature.

His mind was filled with images of that night of shame.

In the dimly lit room, two bodies collided fiercely, fighting for territory, embracing and kissing each other.

Yin Chou tried his best to forget these images these days, and he had almost forgotten them, but he did not expect to see Wei Qingshan again, and these images suddenly set off a storm in his mind, lingering.

He sighed in distress, how should we meet happily in the future.

Speaking of which, it's all his fault.