Greedy pleasure

After getting out of the car, Yan Xiaomi followed behind Yan Zhibai, pinching the bag strap with both hands and casually looking around.

Yan Zhibai leaned towards her while walking, and said in a low voice, "Brother Chi is also here, no one will make things difficult for you on this occasion, don't worry."

She has been to Yan's house several times, and she has been treated with cold eyes and bad words every time.

So Yan Zhibai deliberately brought her here when there were people, and Yan's family would pay attention to their face and avoid embarrassing her.

Seeing the gift in Yan Zhibai's other hand, she whispered, "Uncle, give it to me."

"No need." Yan Zhibai directly refused, telling everyone that he loves Yan Xiaomi very much with every small gesture.

The Yan family's house is rather retro, with blue-red bricks and a Chinese-style courtyard, and a few lanterns hanging on both sides of the corridor are swaying in the cold wind.

The huge living room is bustling with people.

Sitting on the main seat are two old men with full hair, Mr. Yan and Mrs. Yan.

Yan Zhibai led Yan Xiaomi through the crowd and went straight to the elders, and handed the gifts to the servants behind them.

"Dad, Mom, Xiaomi bought it for you specially."

Mr. Yan has sharp eyebrows and sharp eyes, and his body is straight and somewhat military.

Mrs. Yan who was next to her glanced at her, and said in a calm tone, "I have a heart."

"Grandpa, grandma." Yan Xiaomi greeted, and Mrs. Yan responded in a face-saving way.

Mr. Yan didn't even pay attention.

Two more men about 1.8 meters tall walked out of the crowd. They looked to be in their 40s, and they were tall and tall.

"Third, don't you know what day it is today? Why bring her back to make trouble?" Yan Tingman snorted coldly.

Yan Zhibai's face darkened, "Since it's a family banquet, Xiaomi, as Yan's family member, should attend."

Yan Chunfeng on the side snorted lightly, "You didn't beg for nothing to give her the surname Yan, what kind of Yan family is she?"

"As I said, as long as I'm here, she will be the Yan family and my niece of Yan Zhibai." Yan Zhibai's eyes were cold and his attitude was firm.

Although these two are his eldest brothers, now Yan Zhibai is taking care of the business affairs of the Yan family, so his words carry a lot of weight.

For a while, neither Yan Tingman nor Yan Chunfeng could speak.

"Third brother, it's not that I'm mean as a sister-in-law. You are not so kind to our Weiwei. Weiwei is much closer to you than to her."

Yan Tingman's wife Zhao Yaping said dissatisfied.

Yan Chunfeng's wife, Sun Jiaoyang, also quickly said, "It's not so kind to our family's second super class."

"The children in your family are loved by their parents, so there is no need for me as a third uncle." Yan Zhibai was straightforward.

The children in their family are not at a disadvantage because they are strong-tempered, they can only bully others. How can Yan Xiaomi like to keep everything in his heart?

Yan Xiaomi stood beside her with her hands in her pockets. This scene had happened countless times, if it wasn't for her mother...

She won't stand it.

But since she could only bear it, she didn't take those people to heart, and looked for Shu Chiye with her clear eyes all over the room.

He is a guest, or a distinguished guest, the whole room must be for entertaining him.

But can't see his shadow?

"This is different. Uncles are hurt by uncles. They are different from parents. Do you have to let us all die so that you can love our children?"

"Then I don't need it anymore, I'd better hurt my child myself."

The two women spoke vitriol and vitriol.

Like a needle, piercing Yan Xiaomi's heart again and again.

They're all dead... She couldn't help frowning at the few words, and looked back at Zhao Yaping.

Perhaps her gaze was too sudden and displeased, and Zhao Yaping noticed it all at once.

After staring at her for a few seconds, Zhao Yaping snorted coldly, "What are you looking at? You don't even know how to call people when you meet them, and you still stare at them!"

"It's not that you don't recognize me." Yan Xiaomi's lips parted slightly, her words were alienated and cold.

Zhao Yaping choked, gritted her teeth and said, "Yes, even if you don't recognize you, don't call me me, a disgusting dirty thing!"

"A person who should respond?" These words made Yan Xiaomi's eyes slightly cold, but the corners of her lips curled up slightly, and she shouted, "Auntie!"

Zhao Yaping shivered.

"Are you right? Auntie? Auntie? Auntie!" She said one tone at a time, and Zhao Yaping's face paled with anger.

"Enough!" Mr. Yan suddenly said, and said in a low voice, "Chi Ye is here, don't make any trouble, or get out!"

The crowded people in the living room suddenly fell silent, and their eyes fell on the stone road facing the door.

Shu Chiye was wearing a black custom-made handmade suit, which fitted his muscular figure perfectly.

With one hand in his pocket, he was talking sideways with the petite woman beside him as he walked slowly.

Mo Tong glanced into the room, paused for a moment on her body, raised his eyebrows, then retracted.