Hai Tong Zhan Yin works

cap. 372

    

ight in the study, closed the door, and locked it.then he affectionately took Zhan Yin's arm and said, "husband, don't be angry."Zhan Yin hummed deliberately: "if I'm not angry, it depends on how you...Chapter 372

Zhan Yin: ". Grandma is really thinking about the long term. You tell your sons that it may be faster to let them try harder and give your old man a granddaughter. "

the old lady immediately laughed and scolded, "if your grandfather is still alive, do you mean it would be faster to let your grandparents try to have a daughter on their own" Your parents and your aunt and uncle are of the same age, what else do they have I didn't fight for my daughter when I was young, but now I have to fight for my granddaughter. "

"my third uncle and third aunt is only in her forties, and I think the two of them can compete again."

the third master and wife of the war family: eldest nephew, you are a thief!

"are you busy"

"I'm on the phone with Grandma."

"listen, you are not cute at all. You're not busy, are you if you're not busy, Grandma will come to the company to see you, and we'll go shopping. "

Zhan Yin has a black face.

"Grandma, I'm still at work."

"the company won't go bankrupt without you. Grandma asks you to go shopping with you. It's for your own good. It makes you get used to shopping with women. Only in the future can you have the patience to accompany Haitong and give you the opportunity to accumulate experience. You don't even know how to cherish it."

Zhan Yin smoked at the corner of his mouth and said helplessly, "Let Yichen accompany you. I have dinner at noon."

"didn't you push"

Zhan Yin was silent and said, "my wife is occupied, so I can only continue my dinner."

", brat, you are where you are today!" What did grandma say "

Zhan Yin: "."

"all right, I won't take up your time. I'll ask Lao San to accompany me around. You brothers, the number three is the most eloquent, let him accompany, do not have to worry about suffocating. "

the old lady said that and hung up the phone.

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Today, it's a bit of a harvest, at least until the eldest grandson is enlightened.

Alas, for the sake of that son of a bitch's life-long happiness, the old man was heartbroken and worried about her gray hair.

Zhan Yin stared at the phone for a moment, then finally sent a message to Hai Tong, telling her that she had to accompany her client for lunch and could not go there.

Haitong replied in seconds: got it.

Zhan Yin doesn't look very good.

how unwelcome is she to have dinner with him

with Shang Xiaofei with her, she can't even remember whose wife she is.

A small-minded, jealous fighter forgets what he emphasized several times: I'm not jealous, I'm too sour.

now he is even jealous of Shang Xiaofei, so sour that his teeth are soft.

in fact, he can call Shang without trace and let him call Shang Xiaofei back, but he is afraid that doing so will let Shang Xiaofei know that Haitong is his wife.

leaned back in the black swivel chair, Zhan Yin frowned because he had tasted the taste of lifting a stone and dropping it on his own feet.

after being depressed for a few minutes, Zhan Yin put aside her depression, then picked up her cell phone and called the Dongguan Hotel, and arranged for the hotel to send his wife some dishes she liked to eat.

when she treats her to dinner, she always adds some good dishes.

Haitong had no idea that Zhan Yin could not come because she left Shang Xiaofei to eat in the shop.

together with her friends, she packed up the things that Shang Xiaofei bought. The students were almost over, and everything was piled up here, making people have nowhere to turn around.

Shang Xiaofei is playing with Yangyang in her arms.

"Yangyang, Yangyang."

Zhou's mother's shrill voice suddenly came in.

Haitong's face darkened.anqian, there will be other Qianqian, who called her Mr. Jiazhan too excellent, excellent people, regardless of men and women, wherever they go is the focus of the crowd, like a large magnet, attracti...