Poor little thing is in a mess in Shura Field

107-2

The two people being watched were standing and sitting. The man sitting on the sofa was looking over casually with a cigarette in his hand. The man standing was bending over to pour water, and a thick and long snake was wrapped around his arm that was shocked by the impact.

The snake was still dozing lazily, and its pair of cold vertical pupils swept across Xue Yu, and suddenly it lit up.

It jumped off Lun and quickly crawled towards the little boy whose belly was soft and it had been thinking about it day and night.

But it didn't even touch his calf, and its tail was stepped on by someone.

In a sense, Yan Jueshen is a two-faced person like Zhuang Xianting. In front of Xue Yu, he is a brainless idiot who can only ask for kisses. In front of outsiders, he is different. He asked the person on the sofa: "Ye Siming, where is the painting?"

Xue Yu was at a loss. Ye Siming... why does it sound so much like the name of the second son of the Ye family?

Ye Siming looked at Xue Yu for a while, then smiled lazily with his lips curved: "Don't worry, I have prepared everything you want, but you don't have to rush for it, why don't you sit down and have some tea and chat about the past?"

If Yan Jueshen hadn't seen that Lun's eyes were almost glued to Xue Yu, he probably wouldn't have been so polite. The corners of his lips seemed to be flattened by something, and he said coldly: "I'm not in the mood today."

"Okay, I'll ask someone to get it for you."

Ye Siming didn't insist, and took out his mobile phone and fiddled with it like a boneless person, still glancing at Xue Yu from the corner of his eyes, "Does your wife know that his eyes are better?"

Not sure whether it was because of the title or because of Lun's slightly stunned expression, Yan Jueshen's frowned brows relaxed a little, and he said "hmm" naturally.

Xue Yu finally came back to his senses after they exchanged two or three sentences.

He frowned, gently tugged at the back of the man's shirt, and whispered in his ear: "Why didn't you tell me he was from the Ye family?"

The temperature was high today, and Xue Yu was a little nervous about doing something bad, so he had physiological sweat on his back, a sticky, thin layer, and beads of sweat gathered in his collarbone. A slightly warm fragrance squeezed out from his collar.

Yan Jueshen's head followed the smell towards his collar, and when it was about to squeeze to his neck, he stopped: "There's nothing to say, you want a painting, not him."

Xue Yu paused, not knowing how to say more, so he could only hum and turn his head.

When he turned around, he saw Lun smiling at him with his lips pursed. He couldn't ignore it, as it would be too rude. Xue Yu hesitated, then slowly raised his white palm and waved at Lun.

"Sneer."

Xue Yu: "?"

He looked at Yan Jueshen: "What are you sneering at?"

Yan Jueshen's nose was not a nose, and his eyes were not eyes. He felt very uncomfortable. He warned himself not to be picky with himself for such a small matter, but he still changed his face several times in a moody way: "I was wondering why you asked that."

"If I told you that he was Ye Siming earlier, would you steal his things?"

"Do you regret it now? Regret that you took such a big detour. If you went to Ye Siming's house at the beginning and pretended to be his wife, you might be able to trick him into giving you the painting directly."