Chapter 1399: 1579 little demon of the city 7

A plain white teacup was held in his hand. The white porcelain teacup was the white porcelain of the official kiln, and the old items were exquisite and bright.

When it was held in Xia duoduo's hand, Pei Yan instantly thought of the song poem, "Red and crisp hands, yellow vine wine... ". ...

Pei Yan's gaze stopped on Xia Ling.

He watched as the girl's red lips were like fine rouge imprinted on the soft snow.

The gentle and pressing sensation made his throat tighten slightly, and he immediately changed the topic.

"Duoduo, you... " Pei Yan looked at Xia Ling. "Can you tell me where you've been for the past six years? I've been looking for you. "

His Gaze was fixed on Xia Ling's teacup.

Pei Yan looked at the girl as she took a sip of tea. He then put the teacup down naturally.

Her posture was so natural that even the most picky etiquette master could not find anything wrong with her.

Pei Yan suddenly had a strange feeling in his heart. Was He disappointed?

In his heart, Xia duo should have picked up the teacup and downed it in one gulp. It was like a cow chewing on a peony. Such a vulgar behavior could reduce the beauty that was everywhere on her body and bring him temptation.

However, it was out of Pei Yan's expectations.

Xia Ling, who was eating like a whirlwind, drank the tea in a calm and leisurely manner.

"Ah? What did you say? Say it again. " Xia Ling raised her eyes.

Her beautiful jet-black eyes looked at Pei Yan seriously.

Her porcelain-like eyebrows revealed a forthright nature, and her lake-like eyes clearly reflected Pei Yan in the bottom of her eyes.

Pei Yan looked at her and saw a somewhat stunned him from the bottom of her clean eyes. That look was as if he had grown more than twenty years old, and he was still the same young boy who had just met Xia Duoduo.

Pei Yan lowered his head and fiddled with his watch.

Patek Philippe. He had just asked someone to bring it back from abroad.

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His career had been smooth all these years. Other than giving birth to Pei Xun, he had not met with any other troubles.

He was forced speechless by Xia Ling's beauty. Pei Yan used money to prop himself up. Pei Yan raised his eyes and took out the same trick from the negotiation table. He finally calmed down.

His every move carried the demeanor of a successful businessman. He asked quietly.

"Six years. You disappeared for six years. Xia Duoduo, I want to know why you left six years ago. What happened to us that night? "

Pei Yan's tone was calm as he used self-control to resist Xia Ling's deliberate charm.

"Six years... " Xia Ling dragged her tone.

Xia Ling's eyes flashed slightly as she thought about whether she should tell the truth... ...

Xia Ling hated lying.

In the human world, a lie often needed countless lies to cover it up.

After thinking about it, Xia Ling looked at Pei Yan who was waiting and said seriously.

"I'm sorry, I can't tell you for the time being. "

She didn't want to lie, but the truth was too cruel. If Pei Yan knew that the egg he laid was her cub, he would probably kick her out of Shanghai with a broom.

"Why? " Pei Yan frowned.

He seemed to have guessed that something bad must have happened since Xia Duoduo was so hungry and disappeared for six years.

Xia Duoduo's refusal was the answer he expected.

However, Pei Yan was disappointed when he heard her say this, but he still didn't want to give up on asking.

"What's so hard to say about our relationship? If you can't even tell me, who else can you tell? Duoduo? " Pei Yan softened his tone and grabbed Xia Ling's hand.

His slender hand was placed on the back of Xia Ling's hand, and his body leaned forward slightly.

Affectionately and leisurely, it was as if they were really a pair of lovers who had been separated for a long time.

But in reality, ever since Pei Yan laid eggs, he had lost interest in both men and women.