The two of them started WeChat each other, and continued to chat for a while. Yan Luoluo suddenly saw the clock at the entrance of the shop.

Seven thirty!

If she didn't go back now, that girl at home would probably be thinking random thoughts again!

"Teacher Ouyang, please take care of Fanfan for me first. I'll go pay the bill." Saying that, Yan Luoluo started to pack her hands, preparing to go to the front desk to pay the bill.

Who knew that Ouyang Sheng would be the first to stand up, and magnanimously smile at her, and said: "Where is the logic in making a woman pay? "I'll go then. You guys wait here for a while, I'll be back soon."

With that, the man's long legs moved, and he turned a corner in two or three steps, disappearing from sight.

Yan Luoluo felt embarrassed and anxiously tried to catch up, but her wrist was grabbed by a pair of small hands.

She turned to see her precious son holding her.

"Fanfan, what's wrong?"

Yan Qingfan indicated for Yan Luoluo to relax, "Mommy is fine. If you go and pay this time, Teacher Ouyang might not even dare to come out to eat with us anymore in the future."

Yan Luoluo had only known Ouyang Sheng for a short while, so she didn't understand him very well.

Although Yan Qingfan was young, they had interacted with him for a long time and had a general understanding of his personality. They knew that he was a gentleman, and that it was impossible for the female side to pay for him in their first meeting.

Seeing how serious her son was, Yan Luoluo hesitated for a while before finally coming to a compromise, "Fine."

Five minutes later, Ouyang Sheng returned.

Yan Luoluo felt embarrassed. After all, she had agreed at the beginning that she would be the one to invite him.

"Teacher Ouyang, sorry to trouble you today. I'll treat you to a good meal another day!"

Ouyang Sheng smiled lightly, and did not linger over the matter of eating. "There's no trouble, if you really talk about it, I'll just have to trouble the Miss Yan a little more, and I'll have to trouble the Miss Yan to send me home again soon?"

His naturally fitting and slightly humorous words instantly resolved Yan Luoluo's awkwardness, and Yan Luoluo's good impression of him quickly jumped a few degrees.

She couldn't wait to introduce this man with the treasures to Song Hanlu!

After sending Ouyang Sheng home, Yan Luoluo and Yan Qingfan also went home quickly.

Once he entered the living room, he saw Mu Beihan leaning on the sofa and reading a book, the servants had all been deliberately taken away by him.

Hearing the commotion, Mu Beihan put down the book, turned around and looked at the mother and son. His gaze made contact with the perfectly fine Yan Luoluo and Xiao Qingfan, and the cold intent in his eyes finally disappeared quite a bit.

"Why did you come back so late?"

Xiao Qingfan's piano lesson was held at 5: 30 PM. Logically speaking, they should have arrived home two hours ago.

Yan Qingfan was very honest, he would answer whatever Mu Beihan asked.

He stepped forward and excitedly ran to Mu Beihan's side and sat down next to him. He then rubbed his round stomach, blinked his obsidian eyes and said: "Today, I invited Teacher Ouyang to play a song for Mommy. Mommy really liked it and was intoxicated listening to it! Then we even went to eat barbecue, the barbecue in that shop is super delicious! Oh yeah, we also took photos. After taking those photos, Mommy sent Teacher Ouyang back home. "

Saying that, the Xiao Qingfan did not hesitate and directly took out the photo from his phone for Mu Beihan to see.

After hearing what he had to say, Mu Beihan's face, which was already dark, darkened even more when he saw the handsome and overbearing Ouyang Sheng in the photo.

He was silent for two seconds, then patted Yan Qingfan's shoulder and said: "Go play by yourself first, I have something to talk about with Mommy."

Yan Qingfan sensed that the situation was delicate and sensibly ran off.

Mu Beihan stood up and forcefully wrapped his arms around Yan Luoluo's shoulders. His voice was cold: "Follow me upstairs."