The Young Master's Bride

Ye qingge did not say anything more about Tong Jiahui. It seemed that the friendship they had developed since they were young could not be gossiped about.

Moreover, Tong Jiahui’s level was definitely very high. It could be said that she was very good in front of her. She clearly expressed her close relationship with li beixiao and the others. She directly told you that this relationship of more than twenty years was not something that an outsider could interfere with.

She wanted to show off her superiority at all times. Even when she called you valiant song with a smile, she was planning how to step on you silently.

In front of li beixiao and the others, she would have a different attitude. For example, she would be slightly distant. She would never contact her for no reason. Maybe when they asked her to have a meal, she would refuse and say that she could not go.

Ye qingge didn’t think that she was placing her position on Tong Jiahui because she cared about li beixiao, but she believed in her own feelings.

Perhaps she really liked Huo zhongrao, but her possessiveness towards li beixiao was too obvious.

“Ha, childhood sweethearts!”

Ye qingge did not hide her jealousy at all.

In fact, she could have let li beixiao listen to the recording of her phone call today.

However, ye qingge felt that there was no need to let li beixiao feel that way. He had to make their friendship not harmonious.

She would be careful. If Tong Jiahui did not have any ideas about her li beixiao, she would naturally ignore her.

However, if she had any evil thoughts, she would kill any demon or Buddha she met.

“What about you and Feng Yan?”

This was the first time li beixiao had asked her about this since they had been together.

Ye qingge looked at li beixiao without saying a word, but her eyes were more and more crystal clear.

“Little uncle, are you trying to change the topic or are you jealous?”

Ye qingge looked at the big palm that wrapped around her small hand. The palm was dry and warm, and there was a thin layer of calluses on li Beichen’s hand.

A person who lived like a Prince and didn’t do any physical work shouldn’t be like this.

So when she asked him, he said that he had learned it from his shooting practice. His casual words made ye qingge’s heart tremble.

What kind of concept was it for a CEO to play with a gun? it seemed to be accompanied by danger.

“Jealous. I want to order you not to have any contact with him, but I’m worried that it will backfire!”

When had the high and mighty li beixiao ever expressed his thoughts so tactfully?

In love or family, the more one cared about it, the more careful one would be.

What was this worry? Ye qingge had her own thoughts and was not under anyone’s control. Even he could not force her to do anything.

He was worried that the stronger he was, the more he would inadvertently push her away from him, and then Feng Yan would get what he wanted.

“You should know that he came to find me because of you, not because of love.”

“Feng Yan told me about

Some people might not understand. At that time, MeowMeow was only two years old. How could she have any feelings for him?

MeowMeow definitely wouldn’t remember, but Feng Yan would remember clearly that there was a little girl who loved to eat the wooden fish he made, a smiling little girl. The adults and Huo zhongrao often told him that she was his future wife and that he had to be good to her ...

This kind of advice had already been deeply rooted in his heart and into his bones.