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291 Responsible for the Prodigal [End of 3](1/2)

Zhan Qi Yan's eyes were deep and calm.

Li Huan could feel that the eyes of the people around him and Zhan Qiyan were a little different.

Li Huan pursed her lips and suddenly felt that after marrying Zhan Qi Yan, she was particularly the brother of Fan Jun.

Brother Jun’s temperament is radiated from the inside out, and it is so charming.

...

The auction continues.

Although Li Huan is not very interested in jewelry, he will take photos of the things he has looked at twice and Zhan Qi Yan will take a photo.

Zhan Qiyan’s bid is not low, usually the price is not high or low, and others want to follow but dare not follow, so the exhibits were successfully purchased by Zhan Qiyan.

The host had no choice but to let the translator keep bringing the microphone off the stage.

Zhan Qiyan explained concisely: "My wife took a few more glances."

"My wife glanced and stopped for a moment."

"Just feel like a good match for my wife."

Li Huan: “…”

Li Huan felt that she was about to become the focus of the audience.

Li Huan had a red face, and the battle with Qi Yan was open and honest, which was quite indifferent.

After all, this is the truth.

...

Li Huan was eating dessert under the envious gaze of everyone.

In fact... Li Huan was worried.

After all, Li Huan really didn't have the habit of eating under the eyes of everyone.

...

After finally finishing the meal, Li Huan couldn't stay in the Michelin restaurant at all, so he took the initiative to leave Michelin with Zhan Qiyan's arm.

Of course, Li Huan did not forget to take away the exhibits.

There are a lot of exhibits, so someone directly sent them to the hotel.

Li Huan followed Zhan Qi Yan and walked on the streets of Paris.

What a romantic city.

Walking on the road, you can feel the romantic feelings of the French.

"Uncle Zhan, Andrei saw that we had spent so much just now, so he must think that we are coming out to spend money and spend money."

"Um."

Zhan Qi Yan curled his lips, and there was no need to explain at all.

Li Huan's clear eyes fell on Zhan Qiyan and couldn't help but say, "Uncle Zhan, why are you so rich?"

They are all tens of millions of flowers.

Li Huan felt so heartache.

Zhan Qiyan looked at Li Huan with his head raised and looked at him curiously. His little eyes were wet and beautiful.

Zhan Qiyan's eyes were narrow and his big hands fell on Li Huan's silk, and he rubbed them with a doting heart.

"It's not that I have money, it's that we have money."

Li Huan: “…”

What does this mean?

Li Huan's beautiful eyes were stunned, and then he heard Zhan Qiyan's low voice ringing in his ears.

"We made a lot of money in the financial management we invested in before..."

Li Huan: “…”

It seems like I have the impression that I have signed a bunch of names.

Li Huan suddenly realized and couldn't help but be confused. What kind of financial management would make so much money...

However, Zhan Qiyan's investment vision is really unique.

"Uncle Zhan, then I'll become a little rich woman too?"

When Li Huan said this, his eyes were even wet, full of expectations.

Zhan Qi Yan smiled faintly.

"Well, I'm working for you."

Li Huan: “…”

This is what I said.

Li Huan felt embarrassed.

Li Huan held Zhan Qiyan's arm, very intimate, the night was charming, and there was also an evil and charming husband around him.

This feeling is naturally quite good.

"Uncle Zhan... I still want to eat food stalls. Although Michelin is delicious, I can't get used to it... But there is really no night market here, and some of them are Western food that Li Huan doesn't like."

Looking at Li Huan's small face as big as a palm, unable to hide his lost appearance, Zhan Qi Yan's smile on the corner of his lips became a little stronger, and he took the initiative to hug Li Huan into his arms.

"Let's go shopping in the market, buy some tomatoes, and I'll go back and cook noodles for you to eat."

Cook noodles?

Li Huan's beautiful eyes were stunned, and she was careful and considerate from the old man.

"Okay, Uncle Zhan."

"Um."

Zhan Qi Yan saw that Li Huan didn't want to take the bus, so he took the initiative to accompany Li Huan on the street.

The luxurious black lengthened Lincoln on his side followed him all the way.

Li Huan was tired of leaving, so he tricked Zhan Qiyan and asked him to carry him on his back.

Zhan Qiyan was not angry either. He took the initiative to bend in front of Li Huan, revealing his back. Li Huan jumped flexibly and put his little hand around Zhan Qiyan's arm.

"Uncle Zhan, I feel particularly in love..."

Zhan Qi Yan: "..."

"Uncle Zhan, I have never been in love. Is this the feeling of love?"

Li Huan's little face blushed, and she felt very embarrassed when she said these words.

When did Master Li talk like a young wife?

Zhan Qiyan narrowed his eyes, and his long body stiffened for a moment because of Li Huan's words, and soon recovered as before.

The feeling of love she mentioned was like the sound of nature rushing into her ears.

"Uncle Zhan?"

After Li Huan finished speaking, seeing Zhan Qiyan remained silent and couldn't help asking curiously.

Little did he know that Zhan Qi Yan also curled his lips lightly and his handsome face turned slightly red.

"I haven't been in a relationship. Are you sure you want to ask me this question?"

Li Huan: “…”

The old man has never been in love.

Yes... the old man is a cold man who is not close to women.

Li Huan secretly glanced at Zhan Qi Yan's tight handsome face, and his beautiful eyes became more and more agile, like water.

"Uncle Zhan, how do you feel now?"

Does it feel the same as yourself?

When asked this question, Li Huan felt a little embarrassed again.

The next second, I heard Zhan Qiyan speak casually but with a little smile and playfulness: "I have to ask your uncle for this question."

Li Huan: “…”

ha?

Uncle?

Li Huan carefully grasped Zhan Qi Yan's answer, and his face instantly turned red.

This old man is simply incredible.
To be continued...
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