The First Thousand Three Hundred and Seventeenth Chapter, the Prosperous Woman, Do You Wear Books? (Four-Teen)

If it is really just an ordinary family,

Regarding the ancient system etiquette, it is not so specific to learn...

Judging from Ye Yanhan's words and deeds, he was trained in various strict standards under the influence of elegant and ancient rhyme since childhood.

only,

A prince of the night family, why should he accept this kind of training?

Or, they are trained in various camouflages.

Night home, tsk.

Nor is it simple.

The touch from his fingertips made the young CEO, who had always been calm and indifferent like snow in the beginning of winter, a little uncomfortable.

but more,

It was the excitement that came from the bottom of my heart.

Ye Yanhan was slightly silent.

Um,

not disgusted,

like very much.

He lowered his eyes slightly, his deep and beautiful cold eyes, as if splashed with ink, silently looked at the hands that were held together.

The handsome and noble man pursed his pale and slender lips, his expression calm and cold, and then, with his clean and slender hands, he held the girl's hand tighter.

He glanced sideways slightly and glanced at the girl to confirm that the girl didn't notice anything. He blinked, and once again held the girl's hand tightly in the cold palm, the expression on his face was serious and calm.

Like a child who secretly does things for fear of being noticed, naive and cute.

Ye Yanhan lowered his eyes, his dark jade-like eyes looked at the hands that were held together, and his pale and thin lips unconsciously raised a satisfied smile.

That smile was like a warm sun between the melting of ice and snow after the first snow in the cold winter, showing a three-point warmth and dispelling the cold and indifferent mood.

This is a young and beautiful CEO who is indifferent and cool, but when he rarely smiles, it is even more exciting.

Aware of the childish movements of the person beside him, Ranbai coughed lightly, and the corners of his lips couldn't restrain a smile.

So cute.

Inexplicably, Feng Luo, who was fed a big mouthful of dog food: "..."

To be a system these days also depends on the host and her official distribution of dog food.

Although its previous plane was a dog, this plane is not!

At this time, an extremely choked voice came over, with a bit of sadness and euphemism, "Seventh Prince..."

Dye Bai raised his eyes and raised his eyebrows.

Isn't the person standing in the distance the one with the original owner in the plot, um, Meng Feimo?

Feng Luo instantly became vigilant.

Originally, the host has enough hatred for the heroine, and he must never walk in with this person again.

Otherwise, the heroine has to blow up.

Ye Yanhan's indifferent eyebrows and eyes lifted slightly, and his cool gaze also fell on Meng Feimo who was not far away, his pale and thin lips pursed lightly.

Hmm, don't like it.

I don't like the tone of voice.

Seeing the exiled and gentle girl and the handsome and noble man stand together, and his eyes fell on the hands that the two held together, Meng Feimo bit his lips.

Jiu Bai is his!

How can other people stand by Jiu Bai's side?

Meng Feimo comforted himself in his heart, but it was only for the sake of the overall situation at hand and for the sake of ascending the throne, that Jiu Bai would marry Ye Yanhan.

Otherwise, how could Jiu Bai marry someone else?

Meng Feimo looked at Yanbai obsessively, only to feel that his heart was beating irregularly, and his eyes were crazy, as if he was looking at his own possessions.

The people he likes are getting more and more attractive.

It made Meng Feimo feel that the originally dull heart was once again chaotic.

Ye Yanhan's delicate brows and eyes are thin and cool, a pair of black jade eyes, which is as cool as snow in the beginning of winter, and the pale lips are tightly pressed into a straight line.

crazy,

Why do you care about any eyes that are obsessed with her, and you care so much.

Really, crazy.

The handsome and dignified man lowered his eyes, his face was clean and clear, and his cold eyes were like splashed ink, and he looked at the hands that were held together.