Chapter 2901 The Most Perfect Wife Candidate

"Good fighting power, future sexual happiness is guaranteed." Another sentence floated in the air, Tong Yan turned back and continued to go downstairs.

Fang Chixia stood stiffly in place, her ears were buzzing with her words just now, and she was a little drunk.

When did this damn girl insult her so much?

When Tong Yan went downstairs, Shi Jinyang had already gotten up.

His car was parked outside the gate of the villa, already started, as if waiting for her specially.

Tong Yan didn't do such a thing with him. He wanted to send her off, she opened the door and got in directly.

What happened last night was very embarrassing, but her relationship with him was that she would see him every day, and it was not something that could be avoided by embarrassment.

Anyway, it couldn't be avoided, so it was better to face it calmly.

Tong Yan found that she had a good mentality. It had come to this point, and she could still calmly build up her mentality.

Shi Jinyang was actually looking forward to seeing her blushing little girl.

Shi Jinyang's recent hobby was a bit unique. I don't know when he developed it. He suddenly liked to see Tong Yan embarrassed.

However, to his disappointment, Tong Yan came out as if nothing had happened last night, and was very calm from beginning to end.

Shi Jinyang was a little disappointed, but he didn't say anything, he started the car and slowly went down the mountain.

It was already past nine o'clock when Tong Yan got home in his car.

There was no class today, and she went into Qing's house after getting off the car and never came out again.

Qing Muchen hadn't come back yet, and Mo Xi'er was very obediently learning the art of flower arrangement with Tong Xiyao in the main house.

In Tong Yan's view, Mo Xi'er was a perfect wife.

Born as a little girl, or a girl who grew up in a family like the mafia, but she was not a bit squeamish, elegant, gentle, and beautiful.

Tong Yan often thought that such a girl should be liked by all men, right?

This was Mo Xi'er in her eyes.

The impression of Mo Xi'er when she had never seen what it was like when facing Qing Muchen.

"Xi'er, brother is not back yet?" After entering the house, Tong Yan paused and greeted Mo Xi'er.

"Not yet!" Mo Xier replied casually.

"Didn't you call back to say when you'll be back?" Tong Yan asked casually.

Mo Xier didn't seem to expect her to ask such a question, and was accidentally pricked by the rose in her hand.

Blood almost instantly gushed out of her fair skin.

"Ah!" A small cry came not from her, but from Tong Xiyao beside her.

Mo Xier came back to her senses, lowered her eyes and looked at her hands, her eyes stagnated.

She was not a spoiled person, and she didn't think it was a big deal.

Tong Xiyao felt more sorry for her than she did. She frowned, stopped her hand in a panic, and lifted her hand. Tong Xiyao took a tissue casually.

"Why are you so careless? Look, it's bleeding. Girls have tender skin, and it's not good to get a broken skin." While scolding her, Tong Xiyao helped her wipe the blood off her hands.

"Mom, I'm fine." Mo Xier replied indifferently, still focusing on what Tong Yan had just said.

Qing Muchen didn't call back once during these two nights.

She didn't know what he was doing.

She didn't know when he would come back.

She still didn't know who he was with and whether he was safe.

This was her marriage with him.

Other outsiders always knew everything about him better than her, his wife.