"Okay, see you tonight."
After Long Zhize hung up the phone, he drove to Dong Yang's rental house to pick her up. Dong Yang's job was actually quite leisurely, and it wasn't every day that a deceased person needed her to do makeup.
Dong Yang was wearing a sapphire blue sleeveless dress today, with her hair tied up, revealing her fair and beautiful neck. Long Zhize saw Dong Yang coming from a distance, and he stared at her swaying body, feeling a little distracted.
We are going to Yulong Manor for dinner tonight, so Yan Qingxiu dressed quite formally. In order to match the outfit, she also wore a pair of high heels.
Yan Qingxiu, who had never been troubled by flying a sword, was actually stumped by a woman's high heels this time. The driver opened the door and bent down to invite Yan Qingxiu in. "Ms. Dong, please get in."
Yan Qingqiu nodded and walked towards the back seat of the car. Suddenly, his high heels twisted, and he screamed and fell into the car.
Long Zhize quickly opened his arms and embraced Dong Yang, who threw himself into his arms. "Yang'er, so proactive?" Long Zhize held Yan Qingxiu's arm tightly, and smelled the faint body fragrance on Yan Qingxiu's body, and his heart was even more attracted.
Yan Qingxiu raised his head awkwardly and explained, "The shoes are too high."
Long Zhize stared at the eight-centimeter high heels on Yan Qingxiu's feet and didn't believe him at all. A mere eight-centimeter shoe was considered high?
Yang'er must be interested in me, but she is shy and doesn't know how to express her love, so she deliberately designed this.
Long Zhize was in a good mood.
Yan Qingxiu sat next to Long Zhize. He was a little excited at the thought of getting close to Han Zhan, so he didn't care about Long Zhize's silly expression.
Arriving at Yulong Manor, Yan Qingxiu took Long Zhize's hand and walked into the manor with him. Han Zhan and Song Ci stood at the manor gate to personally greet Long Zhize.
Song Ci and Yan Qingxiu looked at each other, and their eyes were full of deep meaning.
"Mr. Long, Miss Dong, welcome!"
Han Zhan shook hands with Long Zhize, but not Yan Qingxiu's. Yan Qingxiu kept staring at Han Zhan, and he saw the faint purple aura lingering around Han Zhan.
This is indeed the aura of a true dragon.
So, will the Lord be in this manor?
Yan Qing was just thinking about it when he saw the chubby Han Miao running out with a ball, followed by a thinner little girl. The little girl was wearing a white suspender skirt, pigtails, and her face was as delicate as a piece of jade.
The soul breath of the Lord!
Yan Qingxiu's eyes followed Han Jun's back, staring at her small figure, which was as small as a small carrot. Yan Qingxiu's eyes lit up. "So cute!" The Lord is really so cute!
Noticing Long Zhize and the others, Han Jun stopped, glanced at them indifferently, and called out obediently: "Uncle Long, Aunt Dong, good evening." After saying hello, Han Jun ran after Han Miao.
Long Zhize noticed the two little girls and felt a little envious. "They say a daughter of gold is hard to come by, but you got two of them at once. Mr. Han is truly blessed." After that, Long Zhize put his arm around Yan Qingxiu's waist and asked him in a deliberately ambiguous tone, "Yang'er, when will we also have a pair of such lovely children?"
Yan Qingxiu replied, "Give birth to a bird!"
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