"Miss Chen, please respect yourself!" Qin Weitao's eyes darkened and he pushed away Chen Yanran's arm that was clinging to him.
Chen Yanran pursed her red lips and acted like a young lady: "I don't care, Brother Weitao, you must invite me to dine here today."
"There's no room for the third person here!" Qin Weitao replied slowly with an indifferent face.
"In this case, are some people going to give up their positions voluntarily?" Chen Yanran glanced at Lin Kemei, her jealousy increased, and she glared at her angrily.
Lin Kemei didn't take it seriously, but she didn't want to be dragged into the war innocently.
He stood up and said indifferently: "I'm going to the bathroom!"
After saying that, he stood up and left.
When Lin Kemei came back from the bathroom, Qin Weitao was the only one left in their original seat.
"Where is Chen Yanran?" She couldn't help asking in surprise.
Why did she just go to the bathroom and Chen Yanran disappeared when she came back?
"She went back." Qin Weitao said indifferently.
"You just let her go like this?" Lin Kemei teased lightly with gleaming eyes: "She has been your loyal pursuer all these years."
"I'm not interested in her!" Qin Weitao's voice was indifferent and calm.
Lin Kemei raised her eyebrows and inquired curiously: "Then what kind of woman are you interested in?"
¡°Since childhood, there have been many women pursuing Qin Weitao, but there are very few that he has truly accepted.
She and Zhang Caier sometimes joke about his sexual orientation.
If she didn¡¯t catch this opportunity, Lin Kemei took the opportunity to inquire.
"You're like this!" Qin Weitao stared at her with burning eyes.
Lin Kemei's cheeks twitched and she was stunned for a moment, her heart pounding in confusion.
Oh my god, he actually said he liked her type?
Can she understand that she is the one he likes?
Before Lin Kemei could ask further questions, her cell phone rang.
"Hello!" She smiled sheepishly at Qin Weitao, picked it up and answered.
"When did you leave the hospital?" Yan Ziyi asked angrily on the phone.
"I just went through the discharge procedures." Lin Kemei replied calmly.
"Why didn't you notify me when you were discharged from the hospital?" Yan Ziyi's eyes darkened, and his tone was slightly complaining.
Lin Kemei rolled her eyelids: "Who are you and why should I inform you?"
"You don't know who I am to you?" Yan Ziyifeng had a deep meaning in his eyes, and his voice was particularly touching.
"Don't try to befriend me. I have something to do. Goodbye!" Lin Kemei didn't want to talk nonsense to him any more and hung up the phone directly.
She chatted with Qin Weitao for a while. After Yan Ziyi interrupted her just now, Lin Kemei was not in the mood to tease Qin Weitao anymore.
After the two of them finished their meal, Qin Weitao drove her home.
The storm over Wan Qianwen's miscarriage has subsided, and there are no reporters in the community where Lin Kemei lives.
She no longer has to stay on the street or stay at Yan Ziyi's house.
Taking the key and opening the door, Lin Kemei returned to her long-lost home. Lin Kemei was half-lying on the sofa in the living room, looking out at the scenery outside the window.
It¡¯s better to be comfortable at home.
Lin Kemei squinted for a while and was awakened by the sound of her cell phone.
When I opened it, I saw several missed calls and unread messages, all from Yan Ziyi.
Lin Kemei deleted them all one by one, out of sight and out of mind.
It was rare to be alone at home, so she threw her phone aside, went into the kitchen and started cooking.
In the past, she learned to cook in order to make good dishes and please Xia Yuze.
Isn¡¯t there something to say? If you want to tie a man's heart, you must first tie his stomach.
But the facts proved that she could neither hold Xia Yuze¡¯s stomach nor his people.
Her marriage to Xia Yuze was on the verge of collapse.
From now on, she doesn¡¯t expect to be able to tie down any man by relying on her cooking skills.
A man who truly loves her will love her without her having to worry about it.
For a man who doesn¡¯t love her, it¡¯s useless no matter how hard she washes her hands and makes soup for him.
If you don¡¯t love, you don¡¯t love.
Rather than wasting that time trying to please a man, it¡¯s better to please herself.
Lin Kemei spent several hours onIn the kitchen, a table of meals was carefully cooked for myself.
Then enjoy it happily alone.
Unexpectedly, Wan Qianwen actually cuckolded Xia Yuze.
This alone is worthy of her opening a bottle of red wine to celebrate.
It seems that even if she doesn't take action, Wan Qianwen, the mistress, will definitely play Xia Yuze to death.
It was already dark outside, and by the time Lin Kemei finished enjoying the meal alone, it was almost eight o'clock in the evening.
She washed the dishes, tidied them up, and was about to go out to take out the trash.
When she took her cell phone and looked at it, her cell phone was almost exploded by Yan Ziyi.
She could only call him back: "Why are you looking for me? Didn't I tell you that I was discharged from the hospital?"
"It's so late, why don't you go home?" Yan Ziyi asked fiercely.
The sound was so loud that Lin Kemei couldn't help but hold the phone a little further away.
"Have I gone home?" Lin Kemei replied to him doubtfully.
She came back in the afternoon and has stayed at home until now. She has not left the house.
"I'm talking about my family!" Yan Ziyi's facial features tightened and his voice became gloomy.
Lin Kemei suddenly remembered after hearing this, and quickly explained to him: "I'm fine now. Thank you for taking me in the past few days. I'm back home safely now."
Yan Ziyi¡¯s expression was gloomy: ¡°Are you angry with me on purpose?¡±
Did her eldest daughter reconcile with her family so quickly? Moved back again?
There was no point in rejoicing before harming him.
"Am I the one who cares?" Lin Kemei curled her lips speechlessly, her chest filled with panic.
What kind of relationship does he have with her? She doesn¡¯t want to play tricks on him.
¡°Besides, she had never promised him before that she would stay at his house for a certain number of days.
"You should at least tell me that you have moved back." Yan Ziyi's expression was uncertain and his tone was very dissatisfied.
"Sorry, this is indeed my fault!" Lin Kemei had to apologize to him.
Yan Ziyi's anger subsided a little.
"But if something happens to you in the future, you can still move to my house again." Yan Ziyi said with soft eyes and curved lips.
"I'm afraid there won't be such an opportunity in the future." Lin Kemei rubbed her forehead. There were some things she thought it would be better for her to tell him clearly in advance.
"What do you mean?" Yan Ziyi frowned again, dark waves surging in his eyes, and asked in a calm voice.
"We are not suitable. It is better to keep a distance from now on." Lin Kemei said clearly with a calm expression.
Before he could say anything else, she had already hung up the phone and turned off the phone.
She believed that Yan Ziyi should understand that she was rejecting him. (Remember the website address: www.hlnovel.com