Do you have to wait?

Yan Chengchi's black eyes were filled with a firm light, his thin lips were pursed, and he didn't say a word, but a long figure, still standing motionless in front of the Yang family's gate.

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Xia Changyue felt uneasy all day when he thought of Yan Chengchi's figure standing in the cold wind in the morning.

Following Yang Muya's inspection of the company, she couldn't listen to what Yang Muya said to her.

When eating, I kept thinking about whether Yan Chengchi was gone. If he didn't go, who would give him food?

If he stands cold and hungry for a day, he will definitely get sick...

"Mom, I'm a bit tired, can we go back soon?" Xia Changyue couldn't help holding the figure of Yang Muya walking forward, opening her weak lips.

Her palms tightened silently.

Afraid of being discovered by Yang Muya, she is worried about Yan Chengchi.

Yang Muya paused, looked back at her, her eyes changed slightly, and took her away without asking more.

On the way back, Xia Changyue's hands had been firmly grasping his knees, and he looked out of the car window nervously, trying to get to Yang's house sooner.

But when the car really stopped in front of the gate of Yang's house, her pupil tightened slightly.

Outside the empty gate, there is only the sound of the cold wind blowing, and there is no half of a figure...

She breathed a sigh of relief and was inexplicably lost.

She wants to see him.

Even if it's just a glance from a distance.

But he has gone...

"Yueyue, what are you doing in a daze? I'm not tired. Go back and wash your face and sleep well. Your complexion is ugly." Yang Muya stood outside the car door, looking directly at Xia Changyue who was sitting in the car. .

Xia Changyue reluctantly pulled out a smile, and got out of the car quickly.

The cold wind blew on her face, and she shrank subconsciously with the cold, and in the next second, a windbreaker was draped over her petite body from behind.

The familiar breath enveloped her sluggish body. Xia Changyue turned her head and saw Yan Chengchi who appeared behind her, like a plaster cast, completely unable to move.

Let him close the coat that he put on her. His large coat is handsome and stylish on her body, but she is too small to wear like a sack...

"Ugly dead." Xia Changyue couldn't help muttering.

"I'm short, do you want to blame the clothes?" Yan Chengchi smiled, and as soon as he was about to hold her into his arms, Xia Changyue was pulled over by Yang Muya.

"Shao Chi’s kindness, we have our heart, but we have already arrived, Shao Chi will leave it to you." Yang Muya took off Xia Changyue’s coat and handed it to Yan Chengchi.

"Mr. Yang, I am here today because I have something to talk to Xia Changyue alone. I hope you can give me some time." Yan Chengchi didn't reach out to pick up the coat, put one hand in his pocket, his eyes were deep.

"As long as you still recognize the uncle Yan Sheng, our mother and daughter will have nothing to say to you." Yang Muya resolutely spoke, pulled Xia Changyue over, and led her into it.

"Even if I have information on the truth of the car accident in my hand, would you not want to hear me say a word?" Yan Chengchi turned around and looked at the door of the Yang family that was about to close.

Suddenly, the door that was about to be closed opened slowly again.

Yang Muya looked at him in shock, "What did you say?"

Yan Chengchi raised his eyes, stepped forward, crossed Yang Muya, and walked to Xia Changyue, lowered his head to hold her face, and his thin lips opened slightly.