Ye Tushen spent a lot of money and took a few people to the most upscale French restaurant nearby.
During the meal, the girl lay unruly in Ye Tushen's arms and clamored for Ye Tushen to feed her.
Ye Tushen was very patient, cut the steak, and handed it to Wen Shuyi's mouth.
"Brother Shen, you are so kind."
She bit into the piece of beef with a smile, her eyes sparkling with pampering.
When did he learn to serve others?
Jiangyang stroked the steak mechanically, and there was a muscle that seemed to be struggling with her, and it couldn't be cut open no matter what.
The little woman opposite seemed to realize that she was too indulgent, and she pushed the fork towards Ye Tushen's mouth with some embarrassment.
"Brother Shen, don't just feed me, you eat too."
Ye Tushen paused slightly and frowned as he looked at the piece of beef.
Jiang Yang knew that he was mysophobic, so how could he eat other people's saliva?
Seeing his hesitation, Jiangyang had bad thoughts, and she vaguely expected Ye Tushen to reject Wen Shuyi.
Wen Shuyi obviously noticed Ye Tushen's unusual behavior. She tilted her head and looked at him: "Brother Shen, what's wrong? Do you not like eating?"
Ye Tu smiled deeply and wanted to explain, but was stopped by Jiang Yang's voice: "I heard that some people have special constitutions and are allergic to beef. I don't know..."
Before Jiang Yang finished speaking, Wen Shuyi asked anxiously: "Brother Shen, are you allergic to beef?"
Jiang Yang's words undoubtedly relieved Ye Tushen, but Ye Tushen didn't accept her favor. He didn't hesitate anymore, bit off the piece of beef and ate it.
He patted Wen Shuyi and said, "It's not allergic. I ate here last time. The beef here is too old. As you know, I have a delicate stomach and am picky about food. I can't eat low-quality food."
There was another layer of meaning in Ye Tushen's words. If others couldn't hear it, Jiang Yang wouldn't be able to hear it.
Bad food? Didn't he still eat it for four years? When he did, he didn't see so many things going on.
The beef with tendons was finally cut open by Jiang Yang. She took it into her mouth, chewed it twice, and said angrily: "The beef is quite tender."
Her voice is vague, and if you don't listen carefully, you won't hear clearly.
But Wen Shuyi heard it clearly. She laughed and scolded Ye Tushen and said, "That's right, Senior Sister Jiang and I both ate well. You are the most pretentious."
Ye Tushen immediately put down his knife and fork and went to coax his sweetheart.
Jiang Yang felt it was dazzling, so he made an excuse and went to the bathroom.
The cold water hit her face, and the coolness rushed into her pores, causing her to wake up a little.
She took out a tissue and wiped the watermarks on her face, then turned around and ran into a wall of flesh. She raised her gaze in a panic, and a pair of cold eyes shot towards her, and the oppressive cold air pressed directly into her.
Jiang Yang stepped back subconsciously, with a trembling voice: "Second Master, it's convenient for you too."
"No, I came to see you."
Ye Tu said in a lazy tone, and there was no light in his dark eyes, which were dark and sinister.
He took a step forward, and Jiang Yang took a step back until her body was pressed against the thin, cool tiles, unable to retreat.
His fingertips touched the edge of the sink and tapped rhythmically.
Jiangyang was surrounded by him, unable to hide or run away. The cramped space suffocated her. The tapping sound of Ye Tushen's fingertips still sounded rhythmically, but her heartbeat was a mess.
"Like to be nosy?"
The corners of his lips were clearly pointed upward, but the light under his eyes was invisible.
Jiang Yang's heart also twitched upwards. She lowered her head, not looking at the face, and admitted her mistake in a sweet voice: "Second Master, I was wrong."
The knocking stopped, and Ye Tushen's fingertips climbed along Jiangyang's sleeves, drifting all the way to Jiangyang's chin, lifting her head, forcing her to look up.
Jiangyang was so squeamish that before she even said a few words, her eyes were dyed red, making her look so charming.
"Wrong?" Ye Tushen's voice was light and airy, but the strength in his hands became a little stronger. His fingertips violently rubbed across her delicate skin, smearing it with a touch of red.
He lowered his voice and said, "If you make a mistake, you will be punished."
