After the divorce, I was spoiled by the little wolf dog husband

After returning home, Ye Lan, who was still depressed because of the collision of her new car, saw the sleeping faces of the three little guys, and the depression in her heart instantly faded away.

Touch the child's white and tender little hands and feet, and kiss the little feet, the softness and maternal love in the bottom of my heart overflows the chest.

After a while, after glancing at the white dress she was still wearing, she gave up the idea of ​​sleeping with the children, and quietly exited the room.

After letting Yuesao watch over the children, she went back to the bedroom.

In the bedroom, Lu Shiyao had already taken a shower, changed into loose pajamas, and lay comfortably on the small terrace outside the floor-to-ceiling windows, flipping through some materials in his hand.

Ye Lan took a look and didn't bother him. She took a nightgown and prepared to take off her make-up and take a bath.

Just as he walked to the door of the bathroom, a cheerful cell phone rang from the bed.

She turned around, bent down to pick up the phone from the bed, and glanced at the caller, Shen Qiaoxi.

As soon as the phone was connected, Shen Qiaoxi excitedly gossiped: "Honey, is that pink Ferrari parked in the parking lot today yours?"

After Ye Lan was stunned for a moment, her heart stopped again: "How do you know it's mine?"

"Just think about it. It's brand new and there's no card on it. It's not hard to guess that it's for your granddaughter-in-law just because Mr. Lu praised you so much on stage!"

"Besides, the villa is also reserved by your family. When I left, the car was still parked there. At that time, the guests had almost left, so it couldn't be theirs."

Shen Qiaoxi's analysis was straightforward.

"Ah."

Ye Lan sat down on the bed and lay down behind her, her voice was a little low: "It's mine."

"Haha... Let me just say, that car is so cool, when will I come here to take my sisters for a drive?"

Shen Qiaoxi took a bite of the apple, her voice muffled.

Ye Lan sighed heavily:

"Don't mention it. On such a festive day today, I was rear-ended by someone on the way back. The car is now being sent for maintenance."

"I'll go! Which bastard is so wicked? Did you make him lose money?"

Shen Qiaoxi opened her eyes wide, and forgot to chew the apple in her mouth.

Ye Lan turned over, lying on the bed, with her cheek pressed against the soft coverlet, and muffledly narrated the situation at that time.

Finally let out a breath of depression: "Oh, don't talk about it, the more I talk about it, the more distressed I will be."

Shen Qiaoxi understood her mood. If it was her, she would probably jump up and not even want to eat.

He cleared his throat immediately: "Okay, then let's stop talking about this nonsense and talk about something serious."

"I've already made an appointment for the studio. I'm going to shoot this Sunday morning. There are other people who need to use the studio in the morning, so our time is a bit tight. Remember to bring your young master here early."

Ye Lan rang with a nasal "hmm", and after hanging up the phone, she lay on the bed and didn't want to move anymore.

Sunday, that's the day after tomorrow.

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At nine o'clock in the evening, as the night fell, a luxurious villa covering an enormous area was brightly lit.

In the huge living room with high ceilings, under the huge exquisite crystal chandelier, a pair of elegant and luxurious middle-aged couple sat on the European-style leather sofa.

The elegant middle-aged man drank Kung Fu tea leisurely, while the woman glanced at him sullenly:

"Can you stop drinking? It makes me upset."

Thinking of something, she said again: "Also, what kind of tea do you drink at night? You don't want to sleep anymore, do you?"

Lu Yiting stopped holding the teacup, and said in a helpless tone, "Aren't I here to wait for your son with you?"

Watching the news, she finds it noisy;

There is no noise when drinking tea, right?In the end, she found herself annoying again.

Really difficult to serve!

Lu Yiting murmured in his heart.

"Call your son and ask him if he will come back? How long have you been waiting for him?"

Pei Tingzhi frowned slightly, got up from the sofa, and walked back and forth in front of Lu Yiting with her arms crossed.

Why don't you fight yourself?

Lu Yiting rolled his eyelids and muttered something in his heart.

"All right, all right, I'll call right away, don't worry, sit down and wait."

As soon as he picked up the phone, the screen was not unlocked, and there was a faint voice outside the door.

Pei Tingzhi listened intently for a moment, then immediately returned to sit upright on the sofa.

Lu Shiqian parked the car, and the moment he stepped through the door, the housekeeper Aunt Liu greeted him with a smile.

The sound was not too loud, just enough that the people in the living room could hear:

"Young Master, you are back, Master and Madam have been waiting for you."

Seeing Mrs. Liu keeping winking at him, Lu Shiqian couldn't help but smile on his slightly boring handsome face:

"It's okay, Mrs. Liu, you go and rest first."

"Hey, good young master, there is a supper left for you in the kitchen, remember to eat it."

After Mrs. Liu's back left, Lu Shiqian pinched his brows, and has been busy since he hurried back to the company at noon.

It was the assistant who reminded him that he had to go home tonight, and he remembered this.

As he walked in, he loosened his tie, and when he walked into the living room and saw the figures of his parents in the third hall, he looked exhausted and decadent.

The royal blue tie was hanging around his neck, and the buttons of his white shirt were undone to his chest, revealing his delicate collarbone and half-hidden pectoral muscles.

On the handsome face, the brows were slightly frowned, and the dark and energetic eyes seemed to be covered with a thin layer of gray mist, which was dull and dull.

Seeing this, Pei Tingzhi swallowed the reprimand she wanted to say in an instant, with an awkward soft tone:

"Is the company so busy recently? I'm so tired. What do the people below do? I won't share it. Do you have dinner tonight?"

As soon as Lu Yiting heard his wife speak, he couldn't help but glance at her, feeling amused in his heart.

His wife is a standard knife mouth, tofu heart.

"Dad, Mom."

Hearing this, Lu Shiqian greeted lazily first, then threw his body heavily into the sofa, then rubbed his swollen and sore temples, and said softly:

"There was a small problem with the project, and it was just solved, so I ate some lunch in the middle."

Lu Yiting nodded with a light "um", and drank tea comfortably.

If you want to wear its crown, you must bear its weight.

He also fought like this when he was young, so he didn't feel anything about his son's hard work.

On Pei Tingzhi's well-maintained face, a touch of distress was revealed, and then he remembered something, and his tone was slightly reproachful:

"How does your girlfriend take care of you? At this time, I should give you a meal or something. The lunch box is so nutritious!"

Lu Shiqian put down his hands rubbing his temples, sat up straight, and looked at his mother who seemed to have already decided that he had a girlfriend.

He didn't deny it anymore, and said in a flat tone: "She is also busy with work, so there is no need for her to do such small things."

"Is this a trivial matter? How can it be a trivial matter to take care of my boyfriend's body? When your father was busy, I would send him some soup every day to nourish his body."

Pei Tingzhi frowned and retorted.

"That's because Dad doesn't know how to love you, and makes you torment like this every day, is it tired?"

Lu Shiqian raised his long legs and glanced at the cozy Lu Yiting.

"Stinky boy, what are you talking to your mother about?"

Lu Yiting laughed angrily and put down his teacup.

This kid is good at it, so he directed the fire to him.