Han Yulong's little assistant

In the living room, Shengli and Dacheng are cooking dinner, the eldest brother Cui Shengxian is playing games in the corner, and Sun is rarely free to play with Quan Jiahu on the balcony.

"Brother Yongpei, aren't you worried? That girl Han Yunna doesn't—"

Answering the phone, Dong Yongpei interrupted him before he could say the next three words. He turned his head and looked at the anxious bamboo horse.

He smiled consolingly:

"You said Yunna, she called back just now and said she would go back to dinner and come back later."

"Ah? This, this... huh..."

Quan Zhilong was stunned, his charming eyes quickly flashed a trace of sadness, the corners of his mouth twitched, and he smiled awkwardly, and when he turned around, he wanted to cover up

Mi Zhang added a sentence, saying:

"Brother, don't get me wrong, I'll just ask casually."

Misunderstand?

Dong Yongpei looked puzzled, looked at the slightly stiff back for a while, his eyes flickered for a moment of deep thought, and then turned his gaze back to the Quan family.

On the artistic folds of Tiger's body, an itchy hand scratched Quan Jiahu's neck, watching Quan Jiahu hit him on the spot because of his movements.

Rolling away, he raised his paw and licked his palm, slightly embarrassed:

Jiahu, your attribute is a dog, not a cat, okay? !

In the corner of the kitchen, Shengli finished the work in his hands, opened the refrigerator, looked at the rich ingredients inside, and was thinking about what else to make

Tang glanced at his brother, and asked casually:

"Brother, what soup do you want tonight?"

Quan Zhilong ignored his youngest, changed his anger when he first came out, and locked himself back in his room a little depressed.

Shengli raised his eyebrows, shrugged his shoulders, and took down the ingredients on the top layer of the refrigerator. It seemed that his brother was hopeless, so he still pressed

Make soup to his liking.

'Snapped--'

Back in the room, Quan Zhilong swept the things on the desk to the ground, looked at the mess on the ground, staggered a few steps, and leaned against the bed in a daze

Sitting on the ground, looking at the embarrassed self in the instrument mirror, he smiled ironically:

The moment he learned that Han Yunna didn't answer his call but called Brother Yongpei to report that he was safe, he became madly jealous!

That's right, that girl is Brother Yongpei's woman, of course he should call Brother Yongpei... He should be happy, theirs

The relationship is so stable?

However, knowing that this is the case, why does he feel unwilling?Obviously he was the one who rushed over to rescue her, his conscience was eaten by a dog

Bad woman!

All kinds of complicated emotions rushed to the meninges, Quan Zhilong was abnormally irritable and hugged his head, showing a smile that was uglier than crying:

Heh, Han Yunna, you bad girl, you won!

Here, An Ran stared at the separated mobile phone and battery in her hand for a while, slightly dazed, and for a while——

He tilted his head, looked at Kim Jaejoong in the driver's seat, and nodded:

"Well, it's okay."

Quan Zhilong's words must be another indirect convulsion!

The Han family's dinner was a bit late today because they were waiting for An Ran and Jin Zaizhong; after dinner, the curtain of the sky was already dark.

In some respects, Kim Jaejoong is really a representative of a good man. He can go up to the hall, down to the kitchen, and he can pull his body down to coax him.

De Han's mother is so elated!

Kim Jaejoong, who helped Mother Han clean up the kitchen, came to the door of Anran's room, and the moment he pushed the door with his hand on the doorknob, he paused.

paused.

The room was very quiet, and it was almost impossible to feel anyone's breath. He was very annoyed at Wu Yifan's refusal to talk about it, but he couldn't let it go.

He opened his mouth. Just now, he had many opportunities to ask Mother Han, but when he blurted out, he held back!

Jin Zaizhong couldn't help tightening his grip on the doorknob, straightened his face, with a familiar arc at the corner of his mouth, and then pushed the door open.

On the balcony, a girl with a slightly thin figure was sitting at a round table, frowning, meditating on something while biting the tip of a pen; far away in the sky, the bright

The clean moonlight sprinkled softly on the side face that had lost its camouflage, so peaceful and beautiful.