"It should be Yan Shiting."

"Uncle Yan?" The little guy scratched his head. "That's not Uncle Yan's car."

"Only he will have three hundred and two without silver here." She sneered. She fell over with the surname Yan, and the shameless man followed her deadly, and was afraid to find it, so she changed to an ordinary car, thinking she would not find it. If this is not possible, her horrible killer, who was once frightened, is in vain.

After Cheng Yingxuan returned to Jinghongyuan, his eyes were wide-eyed. When he saw that the car that was trailing was actually parked in the community, he knew that Yan Shiting must have come to live at her home again, and he was still there. She arrived in front.

Xiaobao also saw the car and pulled her hand, "Mom, you can't hide..."

She collapsed her shoulders and entered the elevator with Xiaobao in a languid spirit.

On the 15th floor, he took out the key and didn't want to open the door for a long time.

She really didn't want to see Yan Shiting's ice face colder than frost.

Xiaobao held out her small hand, and wanted to pat her mother's shoulder comfortably, but her head was not high enough, so she patted her... thigh, "Xuan Xuan, everything is with me. Rest assured, son is, Uncle Yan can't bully you."

She took a deep breath, and her nose moved to pantothenic acid.

She could not say that Yan Shiting bullied her completely, pressed her on the bed, made various poses, and burst her chrysanthemum!

The hatred of Juju, this hatred is not reported, not a woman!

"I'm fine." Opening the anti-theft door worriedly, seeing that there was no one in the living room, and searching around the house again, she didn't know how to relax after seeing Yan Shiting.

God knows how she doesn't want to see Yan!

On the 15th floor of the opposite building, Yan Shiting stood on the balcony of one of the suites and observed the situation with a small telescope from the half-covered curtain. After seeing Cheng Yingxuan and her son entering the door, they looked like a thief in the house. Looking for him.

The crooked look was cute and funny, and a spoiled smile unconsciously floated on the corner of his lips.

When he saw that she didn't find anyone, she was relieved, and his face immediately became somber.

She just didn’t want to see him?

He could not wait to rush over and hit her little ass...or...

Shen Sen’s eyes stared through her binoculars at her buttocks...or pressed her against the bed and burst her chrysanthemum again!

Cheng Yingxuan was inexplicably cold on the back, seeming to feel a chill rising from the hip...

It seems that someone is hitting her ass?

how is this possible? It is estimated that Yan Shiting's burst of chrysanthemum was so crazy that she almost shook her head and shook her head. She asked Xiaobao to use her mobile phone to order takeout orders and go back to her room to sleep.

Yan Shiting refrained from the urge to find her right away, maybe she shouldn't be forced to be too tight, lest she revolt. Although he didn't mind her like a white rabbit struggling to die, he didn't want to hurt her. And he should go to cure the ruined left face.

In the next few days, Cheng Yingxuan had a good day.

Although Yan Shiting sent people to follow him not far away, as long as she didn't see Yan Shiting herself, it would be good for her.

The news that Cheng Xiaobao was the son of Yan Shiting, the president of Thunder Group, blew through the entire Chenxia city like a snowflake.

Where she went, not only the people who followed her behind, but also many reporters who secretly filmed, even the kindergarten where Xiaobao attended was full of paparazzi taking pictures.

It's really annoying, more worrying.

Yan Shiting obviously didn't know that Xiaobao was his son, but what did he mean by letting the news ferment?