"I have already proposed to divorce the Ye family, and I believe there will be a reply soon. I have never admitted that Ye Mingsha is my fiancee, my wife, Xia Changyue."

Yan Chengchi's assured lips opened.

The big hand held her small hand tightly and embraced her in his arms.

Yang Muya's eyes flickered, noncommittal.

He just insisted that he must first handle the marriage contract with the Ye family before coming to the Yang family to propose marriage.

Among large families, the focus on face is not only because of personal likes and dislikes, but also because of how to deal with themselves in the upper class in the future.

Xia Changyue had just returned to Yang's house. At this time, she, a mother, would never allow anything that would harm her reputation.

"It's late, I won't stay in the pool for the night at Yang's house." Yang Muya waved his hand calmly, motioning the housekeeper to see off the guests.

"Mom, it's so late, and it's still snowing outside, how do you let him go?" Xia Changyue was the first to refuse.

"Men and unmarried women are unmarried, he and Ye Mingsha still have a marriage contract, absolutely can't stay in your room!" Yang Muya murmured.

"You can't stay in my room, you can't even stay in Yang's guest room, can you? I didn't say that I wanted to sleep with him, but let him stay and leave after the snow stopped." Xia Changyue held Yan Chengchi Looking at his pale face, he was very worried.

She knew that Yang Muya was doing her good, but she and Yan Chengchi even had children, and it was too late to care about fame now.

"Mr. Yang is right. It is indeed inappropriate for me to stay overnight. I will go back first and see you tomorrow." Yan Chengchi glanced at the arguing mother and daughter, then glanced again because Xia Changyue was defending him, and his face became unhappy. Yang Muya's eyes flickered, and her lips opened very indifferently.

When the words fell, he got up from the sofa.

The tall body shook before standing firm.

"Yan Chengchi..." Xia Changyue stretched out her hand nervously to cover him, "How are you? Your face is ugly, and your body is so hot. Have you got a fever?"

Xia Changyue stood in front of Yan Chengchi and winked at him hard.

"I..." Just as Yan Chengchi was about to say that he was okay, his eyes changed, he leaned against her shoulder and pressed her thin lips tightly, "It's a bit uncomfortable, but I'm fine, I can leave."

"Mom, Yan Chengchi is sick. I will help him to rest in the guest room first. The housekeeper will help me make a bowl of **** soup to keep out the cold, thank you!" Xia Changyue finished in one breath, helping Yan Chengchi hurried upstairs.

The two people who cooperated with each other did not give Yang Muya time to react.

"Yueyue..." Yang Muya looked at the two people who disappeared at the top of the stairs, her faces blackened with anger.

"Madam, are you going to make **** soup?" the butler asked cautiously.

"...You are deliberately mad at me, aren't you?" Yang Muya immediately turned her head and glared at the housekeeper, got up from the sofa, and turned back to her room.

"Madam, it's obviously that you are reluctant to make the eldest woman sad, what's up to me..." The butler mumbled, and then quickly turned to the kitchen to make **** soup.

Upstairs in the guest room.

As soon as the door was closed, Yan Chengchi turned and pressed Xia Changyue to the door, lowering her head to block her mouth.

"Hmm!" Again, I asked her without saying hello.

Is he addicted?

"Yan Chengchi, do you dare to do something with me, so I'm not afraid that my mother will know and rush to beat you?" Xia Changyue hooked his neck and said with a smile.