Chapter 70

Lord Yeming lowered his head and said a few words in Andrew's ear, and Andrew showed a playful smile on his face.

"I like it very much," Andrew said with a smile.

"Hey, what did you tell him?" Han Yichen asked.

"It's a secret. You'll know it tomorrow," Andrew said mysteriously.

"Forget it, just tell us. Let's go." Mo Qianqiu said with his mouth tilted.

"Hey, don't go, young master Ben still needs you," Andrew said.

"Take me to play?" Mo Qianqiu said with a smile.

"Well," Andrew said.

"What are you waiting for? Hurry up." Mo Qianqiu said actively.

"Boss, second and third, let's go first." Andrew didn't forget to wink.

Looking at the back of Andrew and Mo Qianqiu, Han Yichen can only reluctantly shake his head.

"Xiao Wu goes out with such a face. Aren't you afraid to scare others?" Han Yichen said.

"It's all right. He's rough and fleshy." Nan Lichuan said with a smile.

"Hey, what do you want them to do?" Han Yichen asked curiously.

"You will know tomorrow," said Lord Yeming.

"I'll go. I won't ask. Ben, don't go back to beauty sleep." Nan Lichuan said.

"I'm gone too. My princess is still waiting for me." Han Yichen said in a deep voice.

"Yes." Yeming nodded.

After they all left, Lord Yeming asked the servant to tidy up the living room and let them go back.

Lord Yeming returned to his room and found an xiaonuan sitting cross legged on his clothes, his hair scratched like a chicken nest.

"What's the matter?" Yeming asked.

"Uncle, master Lingyu is really your mother?" an xiaonuan asked with a wrinkled face.

Lord Yeming was a little surprised and laughed immediately.

"Yes, mom likes jewelry design very much, but don't worry, mom doesn't know about you, so I'll explain it to her." Yeming asked softly.

Ann's warm, round face is wrinkled and fleshy.

"Well, it's time to rest and go to school tomorrow." Yeming said softly.

"By the way, do you think I would be under a lot of pressure if I also did fashion design?" an xiaonuan said.

"Yi minister, they are just talking for fun," said Lord Yeming.

"But I'm serious. Oh, forget it. I have a big brain now. First I was robbed of the design, and finally I missed the opportunity. I don't want to. My baby is going to sleep." an xiaonuan said with a mouth.

Lord Yeming looked at an xiaonuan and couldn't help laughing. He really found a pistachio.

"Sleep." Yeming Jue said softly.

"Don't you sleep?" an xiaonuan asked.

"I have one more thing to deal with. Good, you sleep first." Yeming Jue said softly.

"HMM." Ann nodded.

An xiaonuan obediently closes his eyes, and Yeming Jue goes out quietly after an xiaonuan is asleep.

Yeming Jue went to the balcony and took out a cigarette to smoke.

Although Yeming Jue likes smoking, he is not addicted. He never smokes in front of an xiaonuan because an xiaonuan hates the smell of smoke.

Yeming Jue dialed a number with a cigarette in one hand and a mobile phone in the other.

"Hello."

As soon as I got through, a gentle female voice came over the phone.

"Willing to come back." Yeming said in a deep voice.

"How to talk, what is willing to come back." the woman said discontentedly.

"Are you busy recently? When are you going to come back?" Lord Yeming asked in a deep voice.

"It's not impossible for me to go back. Unless you find me a daughter-in-law, I won't go back." Ning Wanyuan, the mother of Yeming Jue, said.

"Mom, stop it, ran Xi. She misses you very much." Yeming Jue said.

"I know, unless you find me a daughter-in-law, you don't know how much I envy those who hold grandchildren every day." Ning Wanyuan said.

"Mom, do you really want me to find you a daughter-in-law?" asked Lord Yeming.

"Isn't that nonsense? You're old, aren't you?" said Ning Wanyuan.

Yeming Jue shook his head helplessly when he heard his mother's words.

Every time two people talk on the phone, Ning Wanyuan will urge Yeming Jue to find a girlfriend.

"Well, then I'm as you wish. I'm married and I've got my marriage certificate," said Lord Yeming.

Yeming Jue took the phone and couldn't hear Ning Wanyuan speak.

"Mom," cried Lord Yeming.

"Ah, ah Jue, are you serious? Did you deliberately fool your mother? How old is that girl? What does she look like? Where does she live?" Ning Wanyuan kept asking.

Yeming Jue could only sigh silently when he heard Ning Wanyuan's shell like words.

"Mom, you've seen her too." Lord Yeming said in a deep voice.

"Ah, what... What, I've seen it. When?" asked Ning Wanyuan.

"Today, an xiaonuan, who was rejected by you, you two really have fate." Lord Yeming said in a deep voice.

"What, Ann xiaonuan, it's her. I don't agree." Ning Wanyuan said coldly.

"Why?" Lord Yeming asked in a deep voice.

"She doesn't know how to respect the old and love the young. She even forced others to kneel down and apologize, and stole her sister's manuscript." Ning Wanyuan said angrily.

"Mom, you misunderstood wennuan. It's not that wennuan forced them to kneel. I forced them to apologize to wennuan. The manuscript was originally warm, and she also discussed with me. Her sister has always hated that the manuscript was painted by wennuan himself. Wennuan is not the kind of person she wants." Lord Yeming said in a deep voice.

"What, what you said is true?" Ning Wanyuan asked.

"How can I lie to you? If Nuan is really such a person, how can I marry her?" Yeming said in a deep voice.

"Oh, my God, I'm so angry with others. Damn it, I'm so angry." Ning Wanyuan said angrily.

Lord Yeming heard Ning Wanyuan's words and smiled faintly.

"Well," said Lord Yeming.

"My daughter-in-law didn't blame me, did she?" Ning Wanyuan asked anxiously.

She didn't want her son's hard-earned daughter-in-law to divorce her again because of her mistake.

In that case, her son can't blame her.

"Of course not. My wife has a very good temper." Lord Yeming said proudly.

"Yes, my daughter-in-law is not only good tempered, but also very young." Ning Wanyuan joked.

Lord Yeming's face sank instantly when he heard his mother's words.

"I'll be an adult in a few months," said Lord Yeming.

"Oh, I know. I won't tell you first. I still have work here." Ning Wanyuan said with a smile.

"Well, when are you going to come back?" Lord Yeming asked in a deep voice.

"I won't be surprised if I tell you. OK, hang up." Ning Wanyuan said.

"Well, bye," said Lord Yeming.

Yeming hung up the phone, turned around, looked at the man standing in front of him in surprise, and then smiled with deep affection and indulgence.