The next second, there was the sound of buttons popping open.
Jiangyang clutched the sink tightly and tried his best to control himself not to make any sound.
Ye Tu stared condescendingly at Jiang Yang's face, his eyes dropped, and there was a large amount of delicate pink on the white velvet neck, which was pure and romantic.
He grabbed her waist and pulled her hard into his arms, placing his head on Jiangyang's shoulders in an extremely ambiguous neck-to-neck posture.
He pulled Jiang Yang's hair, and his hot breath ironed her fair skin, causing it to change color, "Jiang Yang, I'm tired of your slut."
He relieved his strength, and Jiang Yang's legs softened and he staggered. Fortunately, he had the support of the sink and did not fall.
Ye Tushen slowly smoothed the wrinkles on his suit, then raised his eyes, looking at Jiang Yang with a hint of disgust.
Before leaving, he warned her: "Stay away from her."
"Stay away from me too."
"get out."
The sound of leather shoes hitting the ground gradually disappeared from her ears. Jiang Yang tidied up her messy self. He didn't touch her, he just humiliated her.
Jiang Yang knows best how poor Ye Tushen's self-control is. It seems that he really cares about Wen Shuyi.
After fastening the last button on the collar, the redness was also covered up.
Jiangyang didn't go back. The driving intention in Ye Tushen's words was obvious enough. She left directly. Out of politeness, she sent a message to the dance club president.
"Senior Sister Jiang is gone?" Wen Shuyi lay lazily in Ye Tushen's arms, holding his palms with her two little hands, tinkering with it endlessly.
"I left, saying I was going back to write my graduation thesis."
Jiang Yang left, leaving only the president, which seemed a bit redundant.
She smiled awkwardly, "My roommate is back and he doesn't have the key, so I'll leave first."
Wen Shuyi said politely: "Let Brother Shen see you off. He has a car."
The president was a discerning person. He had already had a high-end Western meal. How could he trouble them any more and disturb their solitude? She smiled and refused: "No, no, I've already taken a taxi."
After the dance club president left, Wen Shuyi had no scruples left at all and slunk her body into Ye Tushen's arms.
"Brother Shen."
Wen Shuyi wrapped her arms around Ye Tushen's waist and rested her head on his shoulder.
Ye Tushen stroked her hair soothingly and said in a gentle tone, "What's wrong?"
Wen Shuyi raised her body, arched into his arms, rubbed her little nose against the side of his neck, and said half jokingly, half coquettishly: "Brother Shen smells like another woman."
She raised her head, brushed her lips against the man's chin, and stared at him with a pair of bright eyes.
Ye Tu deeply hooked her slender waist, lowered his head and touched the corner of Wen Shuyi's lips.
"How could it be? I only smell like Wen Wen."
His dark eyes were full of endearment and his voice was soft, making people reluctant to suspect him.
Although Wen Shuyi is young, she knows a man's thoughts well.
He dotes on her, but that doesn't mean she can be arrogant.
Early the next morning, Jiang Yang received a WeChat message from the dance president.
- President: Senior Jiang, thank you for your hard work yesterday. Shu Yi’s boyfriend specially found a dance teacher for her, so I won’t bother Senior today.
Ye Tushen took Wen Shuyi seriously and didn't even let her get close to her.
But in his heart, is she that bad?
Jiang Yang turned off the phone screen and threw it away.
Yes, she is really bad with him.
At first, she tried all her tricks to get to Ye Tushen.
She is indeed not a good person, and Ye Tushen's concerns are not unreasonable.
As long as you can follow him, anything will do.
