"Mom and Dad, I'm back." Yi Xiaoling walked in from outside carrying a box of snacks.

Seeing Yi Haiyin and Yan Ling sitting in the living room, stepping forward, they put the snack in front of Yi Haiyin.

"Here, Dad, this is your favorite snack. When I came back, I bought it specially. Am I your own?" Yi Xiaoling threw himself into Yi Haiyin's arms and put his arms around his neck to please .

For fear that Yi Haiyin will settle accounts with her, she went out with Yan Shuhan all day under Yi Haiyin's nose.

According to Yi Haiyin's temper, at this time, when she comes back, Yi Haiyin will directly order her butler to confine her.

"Don't think that a box of snacks can buy me, I refuse sugar-coated cannonballs." Yi Haiyin gathered his eyes and sat on the sofa calmly.

Trying to hold back, not to see the cakes Yi Xiaoling bought.

But from the corner of his eye, he couldn't help but glanced secretly, and found that it was his favorite handmade pastry, his expression softened.

The corners of the mouth are loose.

"Dad, you really don't want it? Don't regret it?" Yi Xiaoling asked with a sly face with a frown.

"Hmph, an insincere gift, no." Yi Haiyin snorted coldly and continued to insist.

"That's right, my dad's favorite is not this pastry." Yi Xiaoling let go, got up from the sofa, and looked at Yan Ling with a smile.

"Mom, do you know what my father's favorite breakfast is?"

"..."

Yan Ling was startled and looked up in doubt.

Before Yi Xiaoling could speak, he saw Yi Haiyin on the side and was anxious.

"Yi Xiaoling, don't betray, you are still a good daughter of Dad!"

"You are also my good dad!" Yi Xiaoling pouted, threw himself into his arms again, kissed him on the cheek, and then turned and walked upstairs.

When Yi Haiyin breathed a sigh of relief, he saw Yi Xiaoling's voice slowly coming from the stairs.

"Dad, you have to be nice to me in the future, otherwise I will often talk to my mother."

Yi Haiyin: "..."! !

He must have a fake daughter.

"Yi Haiyin, what are you hiding from your daughter? Your favorite breakfast, isn't it porridge?" Yan Ling looked blankly at the father and daughter who were mumbling, frowning.

"Yes, it's porridge, the porridge you made." Yi Haiyin nodded without blinking his eyes.

Yan Ling: ...how does she think something is weird?

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"Yujia, it's true. Meng Liangfeng is really sick. After he found out that you were missing, he was looking for you frantically. Those who don't eat or drink or rest, even those who beat iron, can't stand it."

Yi Xiaoling sat on the sofa in his room, holding the phone in both hands, and did not blink his eyes when lying.

I have to say that Yan Shuhan sees people very accurately, Wen Yujia has a gentle personality and is used to taking care of people.

Meng Liangfeng was again a young master who was used to being taken care of. As soon as he heard that he had left, Meng Liangfeng was sick, and Wen Yujia had no doubts at all, so he decided to go back to take care of him.

After hanging up the phone, Yi Xiaoling stared at his mobile phone screen for a moment.

Wen Yujia, who had always been timid, faced the same thing bravely.

Hearing that Meng Liangfeng was sick, I had to go back to take care of him without thinking about it.

Where's her?

She just kept hiding from Yan Shuhan, is she really too cowardly as her mother said?

"Knock!" The room rang.

"Miss, a guest is coming to you."