"Han Han..." Yan Ling called out when he saw that he seemed to be in a daze.

Yan Shuhan regained his senses, and a slight smile appeared at the corner of his mouth.

"Auntie, although Xiaoling and I are childhood sweethearts, but I have always regarded her as a younger sister. In her heart, I should be just a brother. The marriage contract is just a joke. Now that we are all grown up, we don’t need to be serious. ."

Yan Shuhan's thin lips opened slightly, and every word was taken.

Jing Rui's gaze has been staring at Yi Xiaoling.

Seeing her hearing her own words, she looked up at him in shock.

Yan Shuhan's eyes became more and more familiar.

Without saying anything more, he talked to Yan Ling and left the Yi family villa.

"That's it... left?" Yan Ling was stunned, staring at his back blankly.

After a while, the housekeeper ran back to report.

"My wife, Master Yan has already left."

"Really gone..." Yan Ling was shocked.

Just brother and sister?

Yan Shuhan has spoiled Xiao Ling since she was a child, and the mother who spoiled her can't fault her, always worried that Xiao Ling will be spoiled by him.

He also kept calling Xiaoling Little Wife.

They always think that even if Xiao Ling can't tell what love is, Yan Shuhan's IQ should be earlier than his peers, and he will not be clear about his thoughts on Xiao Ling.

Why suddenly it became a brother-sister relationship?

Yan Ling's eyes flickered and turned to look at his daughter.

Before she could ask anything, Yi Xiaoling got up from the sofa.

"Parents, I'm not feeling well, so I will go back to the room first."

"Wait!" As soon as Yi Haiyin saw that she wanted to slip, he immediately stopped the person, carried her by the collar, and returned to the sofa.

The attitude changed from the violent before, and became very calm, the kind of calm that belonged to the Yi family's head.

She stared at Yi Xiaoling coldly until her back became cold.

"That man, what's the matter?" Yi Haiyin squeezed out his thin lips, unable to hear the joy or anger.

"..."

"Don't pretend to be a fool. What does the man brought back from abroad?" Yi Haiyin's voice became colder when she saw her silent.

Yan Shuhan is Yan Chengchi's son, Yan Ling's godson, and even his godson, he can't clean up.

But what the **** is that Odd Witley?

Suddenly he popped out and became his daughter's boyfriend...

"Hold your hands? Have you kissed?"

"..."

"If you don't answer, you have them all? I'm going to kill him!" Yi Haiyin stood up, turned around and called the housekeeper to prepare the car.

"Dad, you were in front of Brother Han just now, saying that you want to respect my freedom of love and fulfill my happiness!" Yi Xiaoling followed him to his feet, bulging his cheeks.

"No! Your happiness can be given by a kid of unknown origin? He is better than Yan Shuhan..." Yi Haiyin was halfway through, and he reacted and quickly changed his words.

"Bah, bah, Yan Shuhan can't do it either!"

"..."

"In short, Dad doesn't allow you to marry abroad, nor does you allow you to be with Odd Witley. You are still young. Look at Momo. Her first love was only 21 years old, and how happy she is now."

Yi Haiyin persuaded with bitterness.

He was heartbroken when he thought that his little padded jacket was about to be robbed before it was warm.

"Dad, when I was still in my mother's belly, I had my first love. You have to die of this heart." Yi Xiaoling stepped forward, reached out and patted Yi Haiyin's shoulder, saw his face darkened, and turned his head. Just slip away.

"Yi Xiaoling..."