Chapter 709

Wen Yan, Yan Shiqi along her line of sight to see the distance, see wenjinghong and Duanmu LANYA are talking about something, she took back her eyes, a smile, "and before, nothing different."

"That's it Qin Bai Nuan sighed with regret that Leng Yi Chi, who had been left out for a long time, was not happy. "The Duanmu family is in charge of the business of the two sisters, so you should pay less attention to snacks. How does it feel? Do you want to throw up? "

Leng Yichi's words surprised Yan Shiqi. She looked at her third brother-in-law and was surprised to find out, "third sister, she..."

"Well, just three months!" Leng Yichi nodded his head with pride, with a proud expression.

Even when he spoke, he could not help sticking his palm to Qin Bai's warm belly.

Inkstone when seven eyebrows big bright eyes, looked down to Qin Bai warm stomach, quickly congratulated, "third sister, Congratulations!"

At this time, Qin Bai warmly patted Leng Yichi's hand, "don't touch it. Every time you touch my stomach, I feel like vomiting!"

Leng Yichi

Qin bainuan is telling the truth, and he didn't mean to find fault.

She felt that her baby in her stomach might be like Leng Yichi.

Otherwise, every time he touched her stomach, she would feel nausea.

Yan Shiqi looked at their deep love, and his eyes were filled with envy.

She couldn't help thinking, if she and her fourth brother had children, what would he be like.

After a while, the three of them went to the buffet area and found a seat to talk about their home affairs.

Wen Cheng and Leng Yiyan, who are called out of the door, have a delicate atmosphere.

Smoking area, at this time wandering in twos and threes of guests, in the sunset, wisps of smoke with the wind.

Leng Yiyan and Wen Cheng walk slowly to the garden path, his pace is not slow, straight figure is reflected on the ground by the afterglow of the sunset, pulling up a long shadow.

He did not open his mouth, and Wen Cheng was silent. He did not break the silence.

They paced quietly until Leng Yiyan stood still and turned around. He spread out his palm to Wen Cheng, on which lay a lady's cigarette case.

Wen Cheng is not polite to him and doesn't need any disguise. He twists a cigarette box and pulls out one. When he sends it to his lips, Leng Yiyan has pressed the lighter.

He held out the fire for her with one hand. Seeing that the cigarette was lit, he lit another one for himself.

They stood in silence in front of each other, the light Mint smell of lady's cigarette scattered around, and was blown away by the cool wind, leaving no trace.

Leng Yiyan hesitated for a long time. After several times of precipitation, when he finished smoking half a cigarette, he whispered: "when are you going to return to the imperial capital?"

Wen orange's vision is falling on the grass path, smell her eyes a little confused, slender fingertips with smoke point, "no plan."

This is true. At present, she has no plan to return to the imperial capital.

Leng Yiyan's thin lips were tight for a moment, and his Adam's apple rolled. Only half of them asked: "I don't plan to come back in the future?"

Wen orange recognized his emotion is not right, with a smile, turned to look at him, "after the things who said accurate, now a day count a day."

"Orange..." Leng Yi Yan wanted to say something, but his words were drowned in the emotion of forbearance.

He put the tip of his tongue against his teeth, hesitated again and again, or said, "you and that man, are already together?"

They know who that man is.