Chapter 186 Eat His Dumplings

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"Well, you're coming, I know, I'm at home."

Lu Yi's voice also reached Yan Huan's ears. Yan Huan pursed his lips and knew who was coming. The real owner was here, the owner of solid food was here.

She stood up, patted the folds on her clothes, and said, I want to leave.

Lu Yi just looked at her like this for a long time, not saying much or saying much.

Yan Huan didn't embarrass him. After all, his girlfriend was coming and she was really not suitable here. She didn't want to be treated as a mistress.

She walked to the door, put on her shoes, and walked out. Behind her, there was the sound of the door closing. Suddenly, her nose felt so sore that she almost shed tears. She raised her face, anyway. Don't want to cry.

"Bastard Lu Yi, next time you ask for blood, I will never give it to you. I will let you bleed to death." But she didn't know that at this time, the door behind her was closed, but the man was standing at the door. , just staring at her back for a long time, until she walked into the elevator, he opened the door again, walked in, and closed the door.

Yan Huan entered the elevator and wiped her tears vigorously. However, she remembered that she did not press the button for the elevator. The elevator had already passed the thirteenth floor and was now descending rapidly to the first floor.

When the elevator stopped, she had no choice but to press the button for the fifteenth floor to let the elevator go up one more time. As a result, the elevator door just closed and opened again, and a man with a bag on his body walked in from the outside. The cold woman was wearing a black suit, the oldest suit, and the most boring one-line skirt. She was completely cold, her hair was meticulously combed back, and she had a huge black mask on her face. She was wearing glasses on her side. From her angle, she could see layers of circles on the glasses.

The look of that old nun is something that Yan Huan is no longer familiar with. She felt like vomiting after looking at it in her last life, and now she will continue to dress up like this for thousands of years. Is it possible that she doesn't have aesthetic fatigue?

She was looking at others, and of course they were also looking at her.

Fang Zhu frowned because he didn't like women who were too pretty, but the Yan Huan in front of him was the overly pretty one. She was still young and beautiful. Of course, she also had too many colors on her body. Somewhat short.

If Yan Huan knew that Fang Zhu said she was short, she would definitely praise him. She is short. Why is she short? This is the standard height of Chinese people, okay?

Besides, can an old nun wearing high heels compare with a beautiful girl wearing flat shoes?

There was a ding, and the thirteenth floor arrived.

Fang Zhu walked out and the elevator door was closed. But at this moment, Yan Huan drooped his head like a defeated rooster, very unhappy.

After getting out of the elevator, she returned to her home. In the living room, Yi Ling touched her belly and Xiao Douzi licked her paws. One person and one cat looked like they were full or full.

The plates on the table were empty, not a single one was left.

Yan Huan walked into the kitchen and brought out a small bowl of dumplings. This was reserved for herself. She has not eaten it since it was wrapped.

As a result, after she brought the dumplings to the table, the woman who was clearly full immediately sat up and stared at the dumplings in the small bowl. She could count the dumplings.