"Don't want to go?"
When Qiao Ying bit her lip and hesitated, the man guessed what she was thinking. His long knuckles tapped against the armrest of the sofa very regularly, and his cold lips parted lightly.
She weakly faced the coldness overflowing from the man's lowered eyes.
[I...this is not appropriate, how can I go to your room. 】
"Go if you are told, or do you want to wait here and let Mrs. Yu see you sitting in my arms like this?"
Yu Chengjin's tone was casual, and he opened his eyes. The dim light made Qiao Ying's appearance extremely delicate and beautiful. Her pink lips, which were very suitable for a man to pick, were almost swollen.
As soon as Qiao Ying heard what he said, she put a hand around her waist to restrain her. She believed that he was prepared to do it for real, and her pupils suddenly opened in fear.
[Let me go quickly, I will hide in your room. 】
She seemed to hear footsteps outside and was probably about to enter the living room.
Seeing that she was obedient, Yu Chengjin finally let her go. Qiao Ying had been able to adapt to it after staying in the dark for a long time. Relying on her years of memory, she quickly climbed up to the second floor and went straight to the bedroom.
A burst of playful chatter came from far away.
"Huh? Why is there no one at home? Are the lights turned off?"
"Aunt Rong, let me turn on the light for you."
After a while, all the lights in the living room were turned on, and they saw the deserted man sitting on the sofa.
Han Rong had just returned from a banquet wearing a high-end designer dress. She was well-maintained for her nearly fifty years, and she seemed to be about the same age as Qiao Ruoan, who was dressed up and dressed up beside her.
She was stunned for a few seconds, then frowned, "Ajin? When did you come back? You stayed alone in the living room without turning on the light or saying anything."
The moment Qiao Ruoan saw Yu Chengjin, he couldn't hold anything else in his heart.
"Brother Jin, have you eaten? Are you hungry?"
Yu Chengjin rubbed his brow bones, not even bothering to raise his eyelids, and said in a hoarse voice.
"I am busy."
Han Rong looked at his face that looked exactly like her ex-husband, and it was difficult to see through his thoughts. She glanced at Qiao Ruoan from the corner of her eye and smiled.
"An An has been with me all night. She must be exhausted. Don't go back tonight. It's just a good time for you two to develop a relationship in advance."
Qiao Ruoan's eyes were empty, and she quickly realized the meaning of these words. Her face turned red with embarrassment, and she looked at Yu Chengjin affectionately and expectantly. She bit her lip and did not respond.
Yu Chengjin's eyes, which were as dark as ink, raised slightly, instantly extinguishing the passion in Qiao Ruoan's eyes.
"Inappropriate."
Han Rong frowned, "Why is it inappropriate?"
Qiao Ruoan quickly made up for it, "Aunt Rong, it's too late today, Brother Jin must be very tired too."
"Well, I'm very tired. I have to go back to my room to sleep."
Yu Chengjin was not modest at all and stood up with a handsome face.
"An'an, go back and rest early, I won't send you off."
As soon as he finished speaking, he opened his long legs, obviously speeding up his pace and disappeared at the top of the stairs.
Han Rong comforted her and said, "An An, A Jin is a well-mannered person with a cold personality. Don't argue with him. He is much better than those second-generation ancestors outside."
"Aunt Rong, I know that I am very happy to marry Brother Jin."
Qiao Ruoan didn't stay any longer and went back quickly.
Han Rong didn't eat anything at the dinner. After changing her clothes, she realized she was hungry and called the servant to cook something for her.
After closing her eyes and resting for a moment, she heard footsteps coming from the second floor. She looked for the source of the sound and looked over unexpectedly.
Yu Chengjin wore a pair of black leather pajamas, with the collar buttons open, revealing cold white collarbones. His whole aura seemed to have changed.
She asked, "Ajin? Why are your eyes red? Are you feeling unwell?"
"It's okay, I'm sleepy."
Yu Chengjin's voice was hoarse, and his black eyes looked lazily toward the kitchen.
"I'm hungry. Let's get something to eat."
He walked directly into the kitchen, calmly took the bowl of wontons just out of the oven and headed back to the second floor, as if he was going to dine in the room.
However, he has been very clean since he was a child and has never developed this habit.
Han Rong felt very strange. Looking at his disappearing figure, she frowned but didn't say anything.
Second floor.
Qiao Ying, who had been bullied badly, had red eyes and sat in a chair like a homeless cat hugging her thin white knees.
When Yu Chengjin stepped into the bedroom, he clearly noticed a bit of repulsion in her eyes.
He put down the bowl in his hand in an orderly manner, his long and deep eyes were cold, and his handsome and charming face was like a god who possessed people's minds.
"Qiaoqiao, the level just now is not enough."
