The beautiful president loves me alone

As soon as Yan Qingxue said this, the private room fell silent instantly.

Both Murong Xue and Shang Yiran felt a little embarrassed, and hurriedly pretended to bow their heads while eating.

Zhou Ping also held his forehead, showing a look of indifference.

Yan Qingxue's EQ is really low, even if Nie Jingjing really has some thoughts about Xu Tian, ​​it would be too embarrassing to say so.

"How is it possible?" Nie Jingjing was also very shocked, "Yan Qingxue, don't talk nonsense, I have a sweetheart, he is my hoodie god, I will not like others!"

"Do you have someone you like?" Yan Qingxue looked over suspiciously, "As far as I know, you've never dated your rumored boyfriend for more than a month, right?"

Nie Jingjing rolled her eyes: "That was before, ever since I met the Son of Man, I have been transformed! Don't always look at people with colored glasses!"

"The Son of Heaven?" Yan Qingxue asked curiously, "Who is it?"

"I won't tell you!" Nie Jingjing snorted softly, "When I catch up with the male god, I will make an official announcement, and then the audience will be amazed!"

……

Xu Tian and Tang Bingyan got into the same car. After getting in the car, he fastened the seat belt for Yun Moting, and then quietly sent Tang Bingyan a WeChat message.

Xu Tian: Wife, I will explain the specific situation to you when I get home. Don’t ask me anything now, okay?

Tang Bingyan glanced down at the WeChat chat interface, pursed her lips, and did not reply.

Xu Tian didn't know what to do, so he posted two more.

Xu Tian: Wife, believe me, I really didn't do anything wrong to you!

Xu Tian: Swear to God.jpg

Xu Tian: Rose/Rose

Tang Bingyan: ...

Xu Tian: Please, please.

Tang Bingyan simply put the phone down, leaned on the back of the chair and closed her eyes to rest.

Xu Tian heaved a sigh of relief. Although he knew Tang Bingyan was still angry, at least he didn't need to worry about the risk of being betrayed until he got home.

On the way back, Xu Tianmu, who was sitting in front of the car, didn't look sideways and didn't say a word.

Xu Tian sat in the back row, between Tang Bingyan and Yun Moting, the atmosphere was quite strange.

Fortunately, there was no traffic jam at night, and I returned to the suburban villa in half an hour.

A Biao and Charlotte, who were the first to drive back, had already arrived and were waiting to greet them at the door.

Tang Bingyan got out of the car first, walked into the villa without looking sideways, Xu Tian followed behind with Yun Moting in his arms.

After Xu Tian parked the car, he lowered his voice and said to A Biao, "Who is that child Mr. Xu is holding?"

A Biao and Charlotte shook their heads like rattles.

They dare not answer this question.

……

When the group of people walked into the living room, Feng Wu and others also got the news and stood in a row, looking at Tang Bingyan tremblingly.

Feng Wu: If there is a fight later, who shall we help?

Twin brothers: Nonsense, of course it is to help the boss, he pays us wages.

Feng Wu: But Miss Tang is not easy to mess with.

Twin brothers: Then do you think the little ancestor is easy to mess with?

Phoenix dance: ...

What on earth did they do wrong to endure this torture.

Boss, next time you deal with housework, can you not affect us?

Xu Tian looked at Tang Bingyan who was sitting on the sofa as cold as ice, and rubbed the center of his brows with some headaches.

In the end, he still followed the original plan and talked to Yun Moting.

"Momo, this is your mother."

Yun Moting sensed Tang Bingyan's displeasure, and his tone was a little disappointed.

"Mom, do you hate Momo?"