The woman's make-up was exquisite, but her posture was not elegant, and she rushed in in a hurry.
Jiangyang knew her. She was Ye Tushen's half-sister, Ye Fengyin.
Ye Tushen is the second eldest child in the Ye family. He has a sister above him. He is the only son of the Ye family, but he is not close to the Ye family and even has a tense relationship with them.
Within two minutes, Ye Fengyin was invited out and met the same fate as Jiang Yang.
Therefore, Ye Fengyin, who had accumulated resentment and had nowhere to vent, pointed his finger at Jiang Yang.
"What are you looking at?" she shouted, without any manners or manners of a rich lady.
Jiang Yang glanced at her coldly, withdrew his gaze, and showed no reaction at all.
Seemingly dissatisfied with Jiang Yang's lack of response, she instructed Jiang Yang and said, "Go and make me a cup of coffee."
Jiang Yang narrowed his eyes and still didn't respond.
She is not an employee of the Ye family, so why should she be at her mercy?
When it comes to others, Jiang Yang is not soft-tempered at all, but when it comes to Ye Tushen, she can always put down her pride, even her dignity, and please him again and again.
Jiang Yang's disregard made Ye Fengyin feel that she was making trouble unreasonably, and she became even more angry.
"Okay, now Ye's employees don't take me seriously anymore. They are eating my family's salary, but they have lost face with me."
Ye Fengyin's delicately made-up face became domineering. She stopped in front of Jiangyang, stretched out her hand and - with a pop - exploded in the air.
Jiangyang's body was frozen stiff, and he couldn't react for a moment because she succeeded.
A red slap mark suddenly appeared on her fair face. Jiang Yang raised his eyes, and his dark eyes oozed cold air.
She has always been determined to retaliate, and she will take revenge on the spot.
But just as she was about to raise her hand and withdraw it, the door to the waiting room opened.
Facing Ye Tushen's face, Jiang Yang's eyes trembled.
She bit her lip lightly and changed her mind temporarily.
She reached out to cover the half of her face that had been beaten. Her eyes, which were still cold, suddenly turned red, and her tears fell down, which was very pitiful.
Ye Fengyin turned his back to the door and didn't notice that Ye Tushen had come out.
She pointed angrily at Jiang Yang and scolded: "Who do you think you are? You are trying to shame me. Do you really think you can be my sister-in-law because you have seduced my brother with your beauty?"
Jiang Yang has a long amorous personality and a swaying figure, like a weak willow supporting the wind. She is charming and contains a hint of innocence. She is the kind that men like.
Her brother is also a playboy, and there are many women out there.
Jiangyang was naturally considered by Ye Fengyin to be his brother's adopted person.
Once he found a way to vent his emotions, Ye Fengyin couldn't stop anymore. The more he scolded, the more energetic he got, and the more he scolded, the more unpleasant he sounded.
Until his voice sounded.
"Ye Fengyin, why are you so crazy?"
Ye Tu's eyes were deep and impatient.
"elder brother?"
When Ye Fengyin heard Ye Tushen's voice, he immediately restrained himself. The villain pretended to be aggrieved before complaining, and slandered Jiang Yang.
"Brother, this little bitch is embarrassing me."
Ye Tushen raised his eyes and landed on Jiangyang.
She wiped the tears rolling down her eyes with her hands and sobbed without saying a word or making any excuses.
When he caught a glimpse of the red mark on Jiang Yang's face, Ye Tushen narrowed his eyes, and his deep eyes became darker.
He opened his lips: "Get out."
Ye Fengyin subconsciously thought that she was talking to Jiangyang. She turned around and looked at Jiangyang, with the corners of her lips raised proudly.
Jiang Yang raised her tear-filled eyes to meet his dark ones, and waited for a while, but didn't wait for his response.
She lowered her head, her long hair covering half of her face, but it couldn't cover the red and swollen palm prints.
She is like a broken piece of porcelain, tattered and discarded.
