Then, as if a little ashamed, he pushed her out the door, "Let's go, bye-bye." If I hadn't succeeded in convincing my parents, I'd still be on the plane at that time in the afternoon, but you're a pregnant woman and won't have to see me off...... Just let Ah Zhan come and drive us to the airport, okay, don't talk about it, bye-bye! ”

Chu closed the door slightly!

The fingers touched his cheeks, which were slightly hot.

Xia Yan looked at the door that was thrown in front of her, and then looked down at the bag in her hand, if she was not mistaken, she blushed just now?

Holy! Isn't this the rhythm of Ah Zhan's sincerity?

Hey, Weiwei's heart is rippling here, does Ah Zhan know?

After coming downstairs and getting in the car, Xia Yan stuffed the bag to the man in the driver's seat, and said with a smile: "I gave it to you slightly." ”

"......" Ah Zhan was stunned, and wanted to return the bag to Xia Yan, but Xia Yan grabbed the words, "As for the words of thanks, I won't pass them on, when you see her, tell her in person!" However, I will take Yi Beihan to give you an order - don't say you don't like it, don't say no! ”

“……”

Ah Zhan silently put the bag on the passenger seat and started the engine.

Back to the villa.

There was no figure of Yi Beihan in the living room downstairs, Xia Yan washed his face, came to the kitchen, looked at the sister-in-law who was preparing lunch and asked, "Where is the young master?" ”

"The young master is in the study upstairs!"

So Xia Yan came to the upstairs study.

The door of the study was closed, Xia Yan didn't knock on the door, softly pushed the door open, and walked in.

Yi Beihan sat at the desk, holding a pencil in his hand and rustling something on the drawing, when he heard the sound of the door, he raised his head, and when he saw Xia Yan, his dark eyes were dyed with a smile, "Come here." ”

Xia Yan's ass walked over, hooked his neck with both hands, and sat directly on his lap, "Are you busy?" ”

As he spoke, he glanced at the drawings on the table.

It is clearly a three-dimensional structural drawing of a house.

And it's also a quaint old style building.

Xia Yan's eyes lit up instantly, and he picked up the drawing and looked at it carefully for a while, and couldn't help but exclaim, "Han, I never knew you still had a talent for architecture. ”

Yi Beihan pinched her waist, smiled lowly, and said without modesty: "I will have a lot." Marry me, I'm guaranteed to earn you! ”

Xia Yan stroked his hair, "I'm also in demand, okay?" ”

Yi Beihan nodded repeatedly, "That's, that's." ”

Xia Yan bowed his head and courted his thin lips, then shifted his gaze to the drawings, and asked suspiciously, "Husband, is this the company's next development project?" Ancient architecture? Is it marketable? ”

"Don't you sigh every time you see a court drama and want to live in that environment?" Yi Beihan hooked the corners of his lips with a happy expression and asked rhetorically.

"Hmm. I really want to live in those old houses with flowers and grass, but it doesn't mean that there will be a market for such old houses? ”

Yi Beihan squinted his eyes and smiled faintly, "There is no need for a market, it is only built for you!" ”

Xia Yan's eyes widened, "For me? ”

Yi Beihan looked at her stunned expression, reached out and pinched her face, "Yes, I will build a dreamy ancient courtyard for you." ”

Xia Yan said worriedly, "Husband, if my life is so extravagant in the future, will I lose my life?" ”

Yi Beihan smiled bitterly and pinched the tip of her nose, "No, I will donate a few more Hope Primary Schools in your name in the future, so that God will take care of you." ”