servants in the family are used to the mutual pattern of Yan Sui and Meng Fu, and they all look strange. But Xiao Zimo looked a little silly. Maybe his younger brother was decided by Yan Sui.

So spoiled, where can the heart not toward Yan Sui.

"Cough," Zhen Han coughed gently, to remind Xiao Zimo what he meant by staring at Meng. After coughing, he looked at Yan Manjia again.

Yan Manjia felt that she was a bit wronged, but she didn't think it was she who provoked Xiao Zimo at first.

"His name is Amos. He's a great young painter."

Yan Manjia started to help Xiao Zimo introduce Meng Yu. However, she did not know the background of Xiao Zimo's family background, but only knew the signature of his works. Although she has been in contact with Xiaozi for so many years, she is only limited to Xiaozi himself. She has never been in the house of Xiaozi.

She has only seen the family members associated with Xiao Zi and his aunt who passed away in country d many years ago. Not to mention Xiao Zimo and Xiao Ziang, their parents, Yan Manjia may not recognize them at first sight.

Meng Yan looked back at Xiao Zimo again. Seeing that he was still staring at him, he frowned slightly, "do you still want to buy that painting of aunt?"

Meng Zhen thinks that Xiao Zimo wants to pass through him and let Yan Manjia relax, so he looks at him like this.

"I was the one who drew it. It was a gift my aunt wanted to give me. I like it very much and I don't want to give it to you."

In addition, it is also because the person on the top is him. He doesn't want to hang up with someone he doesn't know.

Meng Yi thought about it and added, "it's no use looking at me." He is not such a soft hearted person.

What's more, Meng Yi never felt how kind and beautiful he was. According to Yan Shuya's words, he was an unsympathetic and unkind person, and he always felt quite appropriate.

"No, no, I won't buy paintings." His little brother is too straight to stand down, but at the same time, he is so cute that he wants to rub his hair. But obviously, Mingyan said that he would not let the painting be given to him, and Meng Xuan would not rub it for him.

Meng Wen nodded, he took back his eyes and looked at Yan Sui, and then looked at the spoon, "there is still a little left, I want to eat."

Yan Sui continues to put the spoon on Meng's lips to lick him clean, and took a paper towel to wipe his mouth, his hands just empty out to embrace people. He used to ask, "does the wound still hurt?"

"It's no longer painful," Meng said in a low voice, leaning against Yan Sui. Xiao Zimo, who had just chatted with Zhen Han, was silent again and listened attentively. Then Yan Manjia was scanned by Zhen Han, who did not know the truth."I'm all right, really." Meng Ying said, looking up at Yan Sui, and then leaning against him, the voice was lower and softer, "I didn't cheat you, I promised not to lie to you any more."

Yan Sui lowered his eyes to the sight of shangmeng. His eyebrows could not help but soften. His hand moved up and rubbed Meng's hair.

"You accompany me back to my study. I have something to tell you."

"Good," Meng Yi nodded and put his hands around Yan Sui's neck. Then he remembered that there were more outsiders in the family. When he hesitated to let go, Yan Sui had already picked him up.

"They have a good relationship. They were hurt all the time by Yan Sui holding him up and down the stairs. They were mostly used to it just now." Yan Manjia explained, but what she said was also true. When Meng was not injured, they often held them around. It was too sticky and sweet.

Xiao Zimo nodded, and he got up to leave. He didn't stay in Yan house more.

It's hard for Yan Sui to allow him to stay for so long and let him talk to Meng Xuan. It's really disgusting for him to stay on for so long.

Meng Yi leaned against Yan Sui's arms and was about to arrive upstairs. He just opened his mouth and whispered to Yan Sui, "that man is so strange. He has been looking at my cake."

Meng Yi doesn't think he has anything to show people, but he should have eaten the chocolate cake.

This logic is completely common here. He thinks about the man's strangeness and looks up at Yan Sui. "Is cousin's cake very rare? Can't you buy it outside?"

"It's not the cake, it's you..." Yan Sui back to the words, he said something to say with Meng, is not a pretext.

Sooner or later, Meng Yi will know his life experience, but Yan Sui doesn't want him to know it from others. Meng should know it and tell it from him he trusted.