Sweet Wife in My Arms

"Okay, you may come, I am at home."

She heard Lu Yi's voice, and then she pursed her lips, she knew that his girlfriend was coming to his house.

She rose to her feet and smoothed out her clothes, "I have to go now."

Lu Yi looked at her for a long time without saying a word.

Yan Huan didn't put him in an awkward situation, after all, it wasn't good to be here as his girlfriend was coming over, and she didn't want to be mistaken as a mistress.

She walked to the door and put on her shoes, then she went out and she heard the door closing. Feeling a twinge in her nose suddenly, tears almost rolled down her cheek. She raised her face, anyway she didn't want to cry.

"You're such an asshole, Lu Yi! I definitely won't give you my blood if you need blood transfusion next time, I will let you bleed to death." But she didn't know the man was standing at the door and looking at her figure for a long time. He pulled the door and walked in with the door closed when she entered the elevator.

Yan Huan wiped her tears when she entered the elevator, but then she remembered she didn't press the button and the elevator was going down to the ground floor.

She pressed the button of fifteenth when the elevator stopped. The elevator doors closed but they opened again and a woman in black who exuded an aura of iciness entered the elevator. She was wearing the old fashion suit and A-line dress, with her hair meticulously combed and a pair of black spectacles on her nose. Yan Huan could see the circles in layers above her spectacles from her angle.

Yan Huan was familiar with the style of the old nun, she already puked from the sight of her style in the previous life and she still had to see it in this life. Didn't she have aesthetic fatigue with her invariable style?

She was looking at her, and so dwaso Fang Zhu.

Fang Zhu frowned. She didn't like the women who had a good-looking face, but Yan Huan was extremely beautiful and young, and there were many colours in her attire. Moreover, she was quite short.

If she knew Fang Zhu thought that she was short, she would definitely refute her that she wasn't short but a standard height of the countrymen.

Besides, an old nun in high heels couldn't compare with beauty in flat shoes.

Ding! The elevator stopped at the thirteenth floor.

Fang Zhu walked out and the elevator doors closed, Yan Huan was crestfallen with her head hung at the moment, she was desperately unhappy.

Coming out of the elevator, she headed home. In the living room, Yi Ling was rubbing her tummy and Little Bean was licking her paws. They seemed to have nothing better to do.

The bowl on the table was empty and there was nothing left inside.

Yan Huan went into the kitchen and brought out a small bowl of dumplings which she had left for herself. She had not eaten the dumplings yet since she finished cooking.

When she set the dumplings down on the table, the woman who was already eaten her fill sat up immediately, with her eyes staring at the dumplings inside the bowl.