The Male Main's Uncle Is Openly Obsessed With Me

Huo Chen Huan's face is a Shen: "do you want to go? If we don't want to, we won't go. "

It's just a dying struggle. It's the same whether you see it or not.

"No, I'm going."

Su Ya Yan turned his head and looked at his man's disapproval. He said with a smile, "go and listen to what these two wonderful flowers can say. By the way, he is angry with these two red eyes, hum!"

Huo Chen Huan suddenly guessed Su Ya Yan's plan, eyeground across a trace of helplessness and connivance: "good."

The meeting time is arranged in the afternoon, considering that the two may be locked in the same place in the future.

In order to let them adapt as soon as possible, and to save time, Huo Chenhuan simply asked the people there to arrange the two people to the two rooms next to each other for a meeting of four.

When song Yunyuan and Cheng fenglang face each other across the cell, their faces are a little black.

But they also know that they have no way out now. If they really want to make trouble here, they may not even see the last side of the person they want to see.

When Su Yayan and song Yunyuan come in, they are fighting with each other. When they hear the sound, the room suddenly becomes quiet.

Song Yunyuan is the first to react. She stands up and rushes to the front. She holds the post beside the cell tightly and stares at Huo Chenhuan with her eyes blazing.

"Here you are."

Huo Chenhuan's eyebrows were slightly frowned, and his eyes were disgusted. After that, he quickly drew back his eyes and focused on Su Yayan.

The impatience and coldness between the eyebrows melt in an instant, leaving only a thick warm love.

This obvious contrast falls in Song Yunyuan's eyes, just like a sharp knife, penetrating her heart, piercing her self righteous dignity and self affectionate pride.

"You shameless bitch, thief!" Song Yunyuan's face became ferocious and twisted, and her eyes were full of blood, as if she was going to swallow Su Yayan alive and tear him to pieces.

"Thief?" Su Yayan eyes slightly Yang, only feel funny, "why do you say I'm a thief?"? What did I steal? My man's heart

Su Yayan said and touched his man's chest: "I'm really sorry. My man's heart is in my hands from beginning to end. I'm the only one. I don't need to steal it. Only those poor people who want but can't get will think about other people's things every day and end up with nothing. You deserve it

"You! That's bullshit Song Yunyuan was very excited by the intimacy between the two people. Now she is even more angry when she hears Su Yayan's words, "he likes me, he likes me!"

Su Yayan chuckled, his eyes full of irony: "are you the roundworm in his stomach? How do you know if he likes you? Or did he do something to make you misunderstand that he likes you? If that's the case, now that all of us are here, we don't mind if you find out the bad debts of Chen Zhima's rotten millet. You can tell us how he likes you? "

Song Yunyuan's deep feeling suddenly froze. Although she is so committed, she really can't tell her one, two, three, four, five.

After all, it seemed that Huo Chenhuan had always avoided her, let alone had a good face for her.

Thinking of his last happy return home, he finally found the opportunity to secretly stir up the relationship between Su Yayan and his wife.