Chapter 733

"What's the matter?"

Ye Zimo's voice of cold Su sounded low. Everyone saw that he finally came, and he followed the wine behind him. Jiujiu calls him and asks Ye Zimo about Xia Yihan. Only when he knows that Xia Yihan has changed to residential surveillance, he thinks that after Jiujiu has gone for a while, Xiao Ye Zhengheng finally calms down. Ye Zimo quietly walks through the corridor and calls Xia Yihan where there are few people.

"How are you, baby?" Ye Zimo didn't wait for Xia Yihan to speak out his missing hoarsely.

As soon as I take time out, ye Zimo's Miss grows like wild grass.

One day is like three autumn. Ye Zimo doesn't want to leave Xia Yihan for a moment.

"Is the child OK? I'm ok." Xia Yihan is drunk and doesn't know if ye Zhengheng is well. Xia Yihan still can't help but want to know that she is not ye Zhengheng's mother. Ye Zhengheng is Ye Zimo's child, but Xia Yihan has always regarded him as his own child.

"It's OK. Don't worry."

"Mr. and Mrs. ye called." Lin Dahui looks at Ye Zimo on the phone and says something embarrassed.

"Mo, let's hang up first." Xia Yihan Miss Ye Zimo is good, she also understand Fu Fengyi miss his son.

"Well, I'll see you later."

Xia Yihan just hung up the phone and heard the familiar voice in his ear.

"Yihan, we've come to see you."

The sound of careless drinking sounded outside, and the mobile phone hung up at this time. Listen to the footsteps, it seems that there are two or three people, except for wine, who will come?

Xia Yihan goes to the door, opens the door and looks at the three people. Her stiff face is covered with a smile. Ye Zimo is not here. She has friends, Xiaojun, wine and Qingqing in her heart. She is like her family. Of course, she is happy to see them.

"Yihan." Hai Qingqing called her softly.

"Yihan!" Mo Xiaojun also called lightly, and all his concerns condensed into this sentence. In fact, he really wanted to ask her if she was afraid and if she had encountered any injustice, but Qingqing was here. He still had to worry about Qingqing's feelings and didn't want to ask too much.

"Come on in." A few people walked in.

I had to ask a few people what they wanted to drink, but I just thought about it. Now she's under surveillance. There's nothing here and she can't entertain guests.

"Yihan, we're going to have a party with you today." Wine said loudly: "don't worry, everything is ready, only owe Dongfeng."

Looking at all kinds of vegetables and drinks in the carriage, Xia Yihan was infected by wine and wine, and could not help but look forward to what she called "party".

Wine and wine command Mo Xiaojun to move vegetables, who let him be the only male here, hard work had to trouble him, this is the original words of wine and wine.

Mo Xiaojun moves vegetables without saying a word.

Hai Qingqing saw that Mo Xiaojun moved vegetables alone and helped move light vegetables forward. When she saw the wine, she laughed: "Qingqing loves Xiaojun?"

Hai Qingqing's face is a little red, and she takes a hard look at the wine.

"No, no, besides, some people are going to be angry. By the way, do you have a kitchen here?" Wine into the room, can not see the place to cook, asked to follow in Xia Yihan.

"No, I didn't know what I was doing here." Xia Yihan looked at the three people still happy, in the heart is a lot of comfort.

"It's so inhumane that there is no kitchen for people to eat in such a shabby place." The wine stomped hard and complained.

Xia Yihan looked at wine and cooking, and said with a smile, "why don't we build a temporary kitchen?" The proposal was immediately approved by Jiujiu, who always praised Yihan as smart.

Mo Xiaojun became a laborer. He built a temporary kitchen for everyone. It took him an hour. A typical kitchen appeared in front of us. He was eager to have a try and began to cook.

Three girls pick vegetables pick vegetables, wash vegetables wash vegetables, division of labor is orderly, only Mo Xiaojun nothing to do, began to clean.

Xia Yihan's missing is also diluted by their arrival.

She thought, this is probably what ye Zimo hopes, everything must be his arrangement.