The Five Hundred and Twentieth Chapters Are Full of Crises

Wu Mei ran over in surprise. Yan Mingshun made her feel more at ease than Xiong Mumu. If Yan Mingshun was here just now, her heart would be much more at ease.

"Brother Mingshun, why are you only here now?" Wu Mei complained in a low voice.

It's just taking a picture, why does it take so long?

It turned out that at the theater, Yan Mingshun obeyed her and took the key, saying that he was going to her room to show Yan Xinya and the others the painting, which would further prove the mother-daughter relationship between her and Yan Xinya.

Yan Mingshun looked at Wumei's red and swollen eyes, and knew that the little girl must have cried just now, and she was crying very sadly, but looking at the joy on her brows, she thought things had a happy ending, right?

"I've come a long time ago, but it's not convenient to go in, so I'll wait outside for you to come out." Yan Mingshun took out a handkerchief from his arms and wiped the tears on Wu Mei's face.

His movements were very intimate, Zhao Xuelin's head was ringing, and all the nerves in his body were tense. He hurriedly took out a handkerchief from his pocket, and rushed over with a single stride, blocking Yan Mingshun's hand.

"Use mine, don't use outsiders'."

Wu Mei always felt that her cheap eldest brother looked a bit fierce, not like someone who was easy to get along with, but she could feel the concern in Zhao Xuelin's eyes, but in comparison, she was more familiar with Yan Mingshun.

"Brother Ming Shun is not an outsider."

Wu Mei sniffed Zhao Xuelin's handkerchief, it smelled faintly of sweat, and looking at the appearance of the handkerchief, she didn't know how many months her cheap brother had been wearing it?

Unlike Yan Mingshun's handkerchief, which was neatly folded and smelled good, Zhao Xuelin's handkerchief was like he had picked it up from a trash can.

Wu Mei let Yan Mingshun wipe his face for himself, looked at Zhao Xuelin, whose face was not very kind, and reminded kindly, "The handkerchief should be washed and changed frequently. If you don't wash your handkerchief for such a long time, it is not good for your health."

Zhao Xuelin lowered his head and glanced at the handkerchief in his paws, which looked like dried pickles, and then looked at Yan Mingshun's handkerchief, which looked like dried bean curd. Inexplicably, he became angry. He glared fiercely at Yan Mingshun, and then gave Wumei a gentle smile, just smiling. It really doesn't look good.

"I have something I wash and change frequently. This one is just an accident. I will definitely prepare a clean one next time."

Zhao Xuelin solemnly promised that he must correct his bad habit of not liking handkerchiefs, and he must let his little sister use his handkerchiefs, and he must not give those uneasy and kind-hearted men a chance.

Wu Mei glanced at his cheap brother again,

I don't understand why he said it so solemnly, it's just a handkerchief!

How did she know that Zhao Xuelin, who had just been promoted to the eldest brother, felt a sense of crisis at the moment!

The little girl is so beautiful, and there are so many perverts outside, Zhao Xuelin's children's shoes express that she is very sad!

Like Zhao Xuelin, there is Comrade Zhao Yinghua. When he saw the intimacy and harmony between Yan Mingshun and his daughter, his forehead tightened. Of course, he was very grateful to Yan Mingshun. I don't know when I'll be able to recognize it!

But whether it is public or private, gratitude is grateful, and his daughter still needs to be jailed.

In the future, I have to talk with Meimei, men are all wolves in human skin, and they must not look good on men, and they have to stay away from these wolves!

For example, this guy Yan Mingshun!

Yan Mingshun felt two extremely unkind gazes, one from Zhao Yinghua and his son. He frowned slightly and greeted them with a smile, but got a blank eye and Zhao Yinghua's extremely reluctant smile.

Yan Xinya invited Yan Mingshun to also go to Zuixianlou for dinner, Yan Mingshun went there happily, and after everyone sat down in the box, he took out the painting from his arms and unfolded it in front of everyone.