Author: Su Zhishui MACHINE TRANSLATION

“What are you still standing there for? It’s getting late. ”

Xia Jinqi only regained her senses slightly when she heard that and looked at him in confusion.

“today is the day you return home. ” Yan Jun used a towel to wipe his short hair as he walked around the big bed and walked towards the cloakroom.

On the way, he deliberately didn’t look at the woman on the bed.

But at this time… … She took the rare initiative …

Xia Jinqi finally came to a complete realization. She didn’t have the time to be embarrassed. With an ‘Oh’ , she hurriedly got off the bed and ran to the bathroom with a flash of smoke.

She had almost forgotten that today was an important day for Yan Jun!

If she didn’t go back on time, she didn’t know what the news would write about her!

After Yan Jun went downstairs, Xia Jinqi went to the changing room slowly.

When she was changing, she saw the bits of strawberries from her neck to her collarbone… …

Her head exploded, and her small face began to fill with blood. It was so hot.

Xia Jinqi quickly took two deep breaths and found concealer. She carefully applied it on her neck, afraid that someone would notice.

In just a short while, she didn’t know how Yan Jun did it!



When she went downstairs, she found that Ji Xinyu had already prepared a set of gifts for Yan Jun and Xia Jinqi to bring to the Xia family.

The Marriage Alliance of the noble families valued etiquette more.

However, Xia Jinqi didn’t expect that Yan Qing was actually in the living room.

He was holding an exquisite pastry in his hand and was about to go upstairs. He was probably going to send it to Yan Youcheng.

After staying in this House for less than two days, Xia Jinqi had almost figured out what kind of existence Yan Qing was in this house.

Yan Youcheng was the only one who doted on him.

Yan Sheng, Ji Xinyu, and Yan Jun never took the initiative to talk to him.

Living under the same roof, even if they met each other, no one would look at each other, and no one would say a word to each other.

This kind of situation was exactly the same as when she was in the Xia family.

The only difference was that Yan Qing and Yan Youcheng.

And she was the only one.

She just happened to brush past Xia Jinqi who was downstairs.

At that moment, Yan Qing glanced sideways at her.

He did not speak, but his eyes were filled with depression and pain.

Xia Jinqi did not dare to look at him again. She only sighed softly and quickly walked down the stairs.

Ji Xinyu saw her coming down the stairs and immediately grabbed her hand with a smile. “Jinqi, if you want to go home and stay for a night, it’s fine. After all, you haven’t left home even after growing up. YOU MUST BE HOMESICK! Jun’ Er has nothing to do these two days. Let Him accompany you! ”

As she said that, she looked at Xia Jinqi’s neck. There was a concealer that had been rubbed off by her collar, and she could just see a little scarlet.

This made Ji Xinyu laugh even more happily. She knew that this child was smart and would understand with just a little bit!

Xia Jinqi did not notice Ji Xinyu’s gaze. She only smiled politely and nodded. She acknowledged him and then followed Yan Jun into the car.

There were no bodyguards following them from the front and back. Yan Jun was personally driving.

Xia Jinqi sat in the car that cost a few million yuan. She could not help but mock herself. As expected, it could not be compared to a car that cost tens of thousands of yuan.

Money was really a good thing. It could buy a luxury car, but it could also buy a marriage.

Yan Jun frowned slightly when he noticed the slight mockery on the corner of the woman’s mouth. He recalled her staring into Yan Qing’s eyes upstairs and felt inexplicably frustrated.

His handsome face was gloomy the whole way, and he looked like he was not satisfied with his desires… …

Even Xia Jinqi felt a different kind of low pressure in the car.

She did not say a word, but she cursed silently in her heart. He was clearly the one who stopped first, so why was he angry now?

The heart of a man is the needle at the bottom of the ocean, okay?