th in disbelief, pushing forward with even more force."Qin Biao, don't waste your effort, let go," Ye Fan said motionless, his voice calm.Qin Biao, who was about to eat with all his might, trembled wh..."You're taking a shower and getting dressed" Feeling the soft warmth of her body in his arms, Ye Fan gave Si Kong Yanan a white glance, then leaned down and gently kissed her forehead. He reached out to hold her waist and lifted her up."Wow,"Si Kong Yanan let out a whimper, her face flushed red, burying her head deeply in Ye Fan's arms, then allowing him to carry her onto the bed. 。"What are you doing, little rascal" Seeing Ye Fan holding her and putting on her clothes, Si Kong Yanyan's heart beat wildly. She looked at Ye Fan with a charming face and asked coquettishly. 。Although I really want to be intimate with Ye Fan, I'm too tired from a busy day today and don't even want to move. 。Seeing Si Kong Yanan's tired face, Ye Fan felt a slight pang in his heart. 。With a mix of pity and worry, she reached out to touch her aunt's cheek, then jumped onto the bed and hugged her aunt in her arms. She said, "Auntie, if you're tired, just lie in my embrace for a while." 。Siku Yanyan raised her head and glanced at Ye Fan, her long eyelashes were very beautiful. 。Big, bright eyes blinked softly, conveying a tenderness. 。Then she was captivated by his eyes, leaning her head against Ye Fan's chest, and her whole body relaxed. 。For some reason, although she was so tired outside, she could never find a comfortable posture. 。And, accustomed to being strong-willed outside, she would never show tiredness even if she was exhausted. 。But in front of Ye Fan, she didn't want to be that strong woman. She was just a hardworking little daughter who needed a warm embrace. 。It was only in Ye Fan's presence that she could completely relax, allowing herself to be in her most languid state. 。There is no need to pretend to be a strong woman, head of the household. 。All of those were external identities to her, in Ye Fan's presence, she only had one identity, his aunt. 。Or: Ye Fan's woman >> 。while Ye Fan's crowd, on the other hand, seemed a little conspicuous. 。Because his class is the lowest of all cars. 。...to the point that when he jumped out of his car, seeing a beautiful woman in a pink short skirt getting out of a Porsche, he just wanted to go up and strike up a conversation. However, the beauty glanced at his Volkswagen and a hint of disdain flashed in her eyes. She then turned and walked away, her hips swaying seductively. ... 。Ugh, she must be a kept woman. 。

Ye Fan thought to himself, quite shamelessly. just out of reach. She couldn't find any point of contact to push against. Frustration welled up inside her, accompanied by a surge of anxiety.Just as he was about to place his final bet, his body su...