As soon as Yan Qingxue said these words, the private room instantly became quiet.
Murong Xue and Shang Yiran both felt a little embarrassed and hurriedly pretended to lower their heads and eat the food.
Zhou Ping also held his forehead, showing a blank expression.
Yan Qingxue's emotional intelligence is really a bit low. Even if Nie Jingjing really has any thoughts about Xu Tian, it would be too embarrassing to say it like this.
"How is that possible?" Nie Jingjing was also very shocked, "Yan Qingxue, don't talk nonsense. I have a sweetheart, my hoodie boy, and I won't like anyone else!"
"Do you have someone you like?" Yan Qingxue looked over suspiciously, "As far as I know, you and your rumored boyfriend have never been together for more than a month, right?"
Nie Jingjing rolled her eyes: "That was before. Ever since I met the Mr. Right, I have been completely transformed! Don't always look at people through colored glasses!"
"The right one?" Yan Qingxue asked curiously, "Who is it?"
"I won't tell you!" Nie Jingjing snorted, "When I catch the male idol, I will officially reveal it to the public. Then I will stun everyone!"
…
Xu Tian and Tang Bingyan got into the same car. After getting in the car, he fastened his seat belt for Yun Moting, and then secretly sent a WeChat message to Tang Bingyan.
Xu Tian: Wife, I will explain the specific situation to you when we get home. Don’t ask me anything now, okay?
Tang Bingyan lowered her head and glanced at the WeChat chat interface, pursed her lips, and made no reply.
Xu Tian was unsure and sent two messages in succession.
Xu Tian: Wife, believe me, I really haven’t done anything sorry to you!
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Xu Tian: Rose/Rose
Tang Bingyan:......
Xu Tian: Please, please.
Tang Bingyan simply put her phone away, leaned on the back of her chair and closed her eyes to relax.
Xu Tian breathed a sigh of relief. Although he knew Tang Bingyan was still angry, at least he didn't need to worry about the risk of being cheated until he got home.
On the way back, Xu Tian, who was sitting in front of the car, kept his eyes straight and said nothing.
Xu Tian was sitting in the back row, between Tang Bingyan and Yun Moting. The atmosphere was quite strange.
Fortunately, there was no traffic jam at night, so we returned to the suburban villa in half an hour.
A Biao and Xia Luo, who drove back first, had already arrived and were waiting to greet them at the door.
Tang Bingyan got out of the car first and walked into the villa without looking back. Xu Tian followed behind with Yun Moting in his arms.
After parking the car, Xu Tian lowered his voice and said to A Biao and others: "Who is the child that Mr. Xu is holding?"
A Biao and Xia Luo shook their heads like rattles.
They dare not answer this question.
…
When the group of people entered the living room, Feng Wu and others also got the news and lined up in a row, looking at Tang Bingyan tremblingly.
Feng Wu: If a fight breaks out later, who should we help?
Twin brother: Nonsense, of course we are helping the boss, he pays us wages.
Feng Wu: But Miss Tang is not easy to mess with at first sight.
Twin brothers: Do you think the little ancestor is easy to mess with?
Feng Wu:......
What did they do wrong to deserve this kind of torture?
Boss, next time you deal with household chores, can you please not involve us?
Xu Tian looked at Tang Bingyan, who was sitting on the sofa as cold as ice, and rubbed his eyebrows with a headache.
In the end, he followed the original plan and talked to Yun Moting.
"Momo, this is your mother."
Yun Moting noticed Tang Bingyan's unhappiness and sounded a little disappointed.