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Zhao Yingyue took a taxi back to the villa.

At this point, the sky was completely dark, and the whole city was filled with neon lights and a prosperous scene.

The Zhao family villa was brightly lit, and Zhao Yingyue was fanning her hands hotly, and the tip of her nose was soaked with sweat.

He had just cried a lot, and his makeup was all stained. At first glance, he looked embarrassed and funny.

She had just walked into the entrance hall when she heard a cool voice: "Zhao Yingyue, come here."

It's her brother, Zhao Suiye.

"Brother." Zhao Yingyue walked over honestly and stood one meter away from the man.

The light from the top of her head shone down, making her painted face even more messy, and her original beauty could not be seen at all.

Zhao Suiye's eyebrows jumped and he clenched his fists.

"Going to hang out with that damn yellow guy again?"

He wanted to pretend to be scornful, but the fire in his heart prompted him to grit his teeth and spit out every word.

Especially when he saw Zhao Yingyue's appearance, the anger in his heart burst out even more.

Furious to the extreme.

"Brother, he is not a deadbeat," Zhao Yingyue corrected him seriously, "He is my darling."

Zhao Suiye: "..."

God is such a sweetheart!

The clenching sound of his fists was no exaggeration. If a yellow-haired man really appeared in front of him, he would beat him so hard that he wouldn't even recognize him!

I endured it again and again, and I suppressed it again and again.

Finally, Zhao Suiye forced himself to calm down.

He tried to reason with Zhao Yingyue: "Yueyue, it's not that my brother won't let you go to him. You are a girl, so you have to be reserved."

"The sweetheart doesn't like reserved girls, he likes unrestrained women!" Zhao Yingyue said with a serious expression, which was shocking.

Zhao Suiye has never been as grateful as he is now that he does not have any disease.

Otherwise, he can immediately perform what it means to ascend to heaven on the spot!

"Zhao Yingyue——"

"Suiye, the soup is ready," Meng Yitang came out of the kitchen with a soup bowl and interrupted Zhao Suiye's words, "Come and have a taste."

Putting the bowl on the table, Meng Yitang saw Zhao Yingyue.

She opened her eyes slightly in surprise, "Yingyue? You're back. Just in time. Come and have some soup together."

The chicken soup has been simmered slowly in the casserole for three or four hours, making it clear, oily and fragrant.

"Okay."

Zhao Yingyue readily agreed and caught Meng Yitang off guard.

She thought Zhao Yingyue would refuse...

Covering the look in his eyes, Meng Yitang turned back to the kitchen and took out an extra pair of dishes and chopsticks.

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