Yifan followed the figure to the corridor.

"Xia Xianxian!" he came forward and clasped Xia Xianxian's wrist.

Xia Xianxian, who was slightly smoked after drinking, recovered a trace of clarity and looked at Yifan in amazement, "how can you be here?"

"Come with me!" Yifan dragged Xia Xianxian to a private room, angrily pressed her against the door and asked, "why don't you answer when I call you?"

"I have to take care of my daughter all day. I'm very busy. I don't have time to answer your phone."

"Then why did you show up at the bar?"

"I'm bringing my children to depression. It's always right to relax?" Xia Xianxian put her arms around Yifan's neck. "Still, you can't blame me, but I gave birth to a daughter for you."

"I want to see my daughter!"

"No. the less you see her, the better, so that others won't be suspicious."

"I must see her!"

"Don't you want your woman to be a master? I tell you, her current name is Ou Ye. You know, her surname is ou. Does this surname mean how much money?" Xia Qiaoxian smiled. "As soon as she was born, Beichen's mother gave her a villa of hundreds of millions. You can't give it to her in your life. In this case, do you still want to see her?"

Yifan is entangled.

One hundred million, that's really a goal he can't achieve in his life.

"Then I want to see her too!" Yifan said angrily.

"Listen to me, you go to fix Xia Weichu, and I'll fix Beichen, so that our daughter will have a bright future." Xia Xianxian suddenly tilted her toes and kissed Xia Yifan's lips.

She looked at Yifan with her eyes like silk and untied his belt with a leisurely manner. "Don't be angry. I haven't seen you for a long time. Let's not waste this thing on being angry."

The fire of Yifan's body was quickly ignited by Xia Xianxian.

He locked the door, picked up Xia Xianxian and threw her onto the sofa. His tall body pressed Xia Xianxian

When Xia Weichu returned to the card seat at half-time, he found that Yifan was not there.

Ding Miao was about to call Yifan when he saw that Yifan hurried back.

"Where have you been?" asked Ding Miao.

"I saw an old friend and chatted for a while." Yifan glanced at Xia Weichu with a guilty heart.

Xia Weichu looked down at the watch on her wrist. It was almost ten o'clock. She was also a little tired. "It's late. I'm going back."

"I'll send you." Yifan immediately said.

"It's boring. I haven't had enough." Ding Miao looked reluctant to go. She followed Wang Xiaozi, "Xiaozi, beauty, will you play with me for a while?"

"That's OK. I'm off tomorrow anyway."

"I'll make up my mind, you sister!" Ding Miao and Wang Xiaozi hit it off immediately. After waving their hands with Xia Weichu, they entered the dance floor again.

Yifan picked up Xia Weichu's coat on the sofa and said, "come on, I'll send you."

"I can go back myself. Give me your coat."

"No, it's too late. I'm not at ease." Yifan said involuntarily, holding Xia Weichu's hand and went out.

As soon as he was ready to go out of the gate, Xia Wei felt the cold wind at the beginning.

Yifan carefully put on his coat and hat for Xia Weichu, "be careful, don't catch cold."

"Thank you." Xia Weichu apologized politely.

Yifan gentlemanly pushes the door open for him.

Xia Weichu caught a glimpse of a tall figure, with a thick layer of snow on his shoulders and head.

Now it's still snowing. It's conceivable that he must have stood outside for a long time before he fell so much snow.

"When did you come?" she asked in surprise.

"Come for a while." Ou Beichen's lips hooked the arc of doting and looked at Xia Weichu.

"Why not go in?"

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"I'm worried that you won't have a good time when I'm here." Ou Beichen replied with a simple voice. This sentence may only be considerate when others say it, but it is deeply loved and even humble when it is said by Ou Beichen, a proud man.

Xia Wei's heart was soft at the beginning, and she suddenly reviewed herself. She seemed to bully Ou Beichen's love for her.

In fact, he is also very poor. If it weren't for his mother's calculation, she believes that he won't touch Xia Xianxian, let alone have the child with Xia Xianxian.

In the final analysis, he and she are both victims, and they have nothing to do in the face of the elder who relies on the old and sells the old. The way they can resist the elder is to love each other well.

Xia Weichu painfully swept away the snow on ou Beichen's shoulder and head. His unhappiness was relieved at this moment, "let's go home."