Chapter 1117

As soon as the words are said, three people have three faces.

The client Yang Yilin's brow is locked, his face is not happy, and the rhythm before the storm.

Ouhaobo's heartless young man is making a fuss with sun Zhenzhen, "Hey, don't tell me, Lin and Jiayi are really matched!"

At the same time, two people said that she and Yang Yilin were well matched. Qin Jiayi was so happy that she couldn't find the north.

Covering his little face, he looked very shy. "Oh, don't talk nonsense..."

Sun Zhenzhen looked at her delicate and gentle appearance, and was in a good mood, bending his mouth. "I'm serious, Miss Qin and Yang Yingdi are husband and wife."

"Is it?" Qin Jiayi shows some flattered expression, looks at Sun Zhenzhen, and looks at the past with Yu Guangchao's man around her.

From Yang Yilin's face, I haven't seen any superfluous emotions. I was so happy that I lost a little bit.

But on second thought, he didn't immediately refute, did he mean to continue?

To comfort herself in this way, Qin Jiayi felt a lot better.

Soon, ohobo, who was chirping like a bird, began to talk about other things, and the topic was soon transferred.

During the dinner, as a singer, Ou Haobo also sang a song for everyone, bringing the whole atmosphere to a climax.

Later, sun Zhenzhen, who loves playing and making troubles, was directly led by Ou Haobo to deviate, singing loudly with him, and even singing a love song.

Yang Yilin's face in the seat was so long that he began to clean up the mess without saying a word.

When Qin Jiayi saw this, she immediately began to be courteous and chased after Yang Yilin with a small bowl. She said in a sweet voice, "Miss Yang, I'll help you."

It's not a spacious kitchen for the two people to approach one by one. When Yang Yilin put down the dishes, Qin Jiayi just came in with them, so the atmosphere was different when they met.

Especially when Qin Jiayi, dressed in sexy clothes, falls towards him unsteadily, Yang Yilin, as a polite girl, gently reaches for her arm. Because of this movement, her proud upper body is attached to his arm, which makes people feel very bad.

Soon, he let go of the hand holding her arm and turned sideways to open the way. "Just put it in the pool. Let's clean up later."

And his words, in invisible, show his and sun Zhenzhen's identity.

If Qin Jiayi has intention, she will understand the meaning of this sentence.

But at that time, Qin Jiayi thought about how to hook Yang Yilin to the palm of his hand, and didn't even notice his sound.

"It's OK. I'll just brush it. I can't just bother you and Zhen Zhen."

Qin Jiayi pretended to say, rolling up her sleeves, and preparing to win Yang Yilin's favor by doing housework.

It's a pity that she usually thinks it's very simple. But now it's so hard in her hand. She can't hold the bowl of detergent. When she accidentally slips her hand, the small bowl of blue and white porcelain falls on the ground. It's broken.

"What's the matter, what's the matter?"

In the living room, two people who were slightly drunk heard the sound and ran back and forth to look inside at the kitchen door.

Yang Yilin squats on the ground to pick up the fragments, while Qin Jiayi, with a frightened expression, seems to have scared her soul away. In addition to holding her arms open, she looks like a princess.

Originally some intoxicated sun Zhenzhen saw this scene, hooked on ou Haobo's shoulder, slightly bent up his mouth: "it's not the time for us to come, hurry up and withdraw!"