"Now that Su Shao has retired from the engagement, let's discuss what to do next? Just now the housekeeper said that there are a lot of media outside the gate. When we get home, we should discuss the style of speech and keep consistent when facing the media. Otherwise, the business of the family will be affected, and everyone will have a hard time." Ye Tiancheng opened his mouth in a deep voice and took out the style of the head of the family.

"What can we discuss? It's a joke that everything that is certain can be taken away. Ye ya, it's not your aunt who tells you that you have a good leather bag. In the end, you can't even see a man. It's really a joke to talk about it. But then again, in terms of your domineering nature, who can stand you and give back to Mrs. Su? No wonder Su Shao wants to quit marriage. "

Ye Tianmei still seems to feel that she is not satisfied. She starts to scold Ye Ya again. She is red in her eyes, which makes her feel happy.

Ye Tianmei insisted on bringing back Ye Fei. Ye Tianwei was not willing to admit that he was quitting. He urged Ye ya to go back and ask Su Mohan to make a good plea. However, ye Tianxiao was afraid that she would hate the Ye family, but he did not want Ye Yahe Su Mohan's marriage was just like this

So they discussed for a long time, but in the end, nothing was discussed. Because Su Mohan had unilaterally announced his divorce, no one could think of any bibimbap that could change the man's mind.

Outside the media speculation, ye Fei is still shrinking in Su Mo Han's mansion, leisurely and leisurely.

"Su Mohan, help me to have a look What do you mean by this place? " Ye Fei nests her hair casually and shrinks on the sofa in the flower room. She is looking at a knitting book. Several needles and a ball of wool are placed beside her.

Smell speech, sitting on another sofa Su Mohan put down the document in his hand, got up to take the sweater book in the hands of Ye Fei, and sat directly beside her.

"This is the same as I taught you before, so Then take the line and let go... " After su Mo Han glanced, he picked up the sweater needle at his hand to demonstrate his movements.

Ye Fei sits beside him, and she can't help but complain that this man is really too much. Everything is good, but even knitting sweaters is so good. How can women live

Can stare at, ye Fei originally still stare at his demonstration action, but looking at his more skillful posture, can't help but look up quietly at him.

Although his face is cold, his eyebrows and eyes are exquisite like a ghost axe and heavenly craftsmanship. Under the background of the large and large flowers, he looks like an oil painting.

At the moment, his fingers are playing with the needle and thread. The white shirt on his body seems to be not in line with the wool. His frown indicates his dissatisfaction. Ye Fei looks up at his side face, but her heart is pounding. She almost rushes out of her throat. The warm sunshine covers him and softens his coldness.

Push down

Push it down!

Push down

Ye Fei swallows her saliva, and the two words appear in her mind inexplicably. It seems that there is something shouting in her brain, and the voice is louder and louder.