Looking at the two of them hugging each other tightly, Jiang Hao's heart felt sour.

Silently looked away.

He knew that there was only one person in Jiang Zhilan's heart, and that person was Ye Junhao, the one who could comfort Jiang Zhilan and protect Jiang Zhilan could never be him Jiang Hao.

Since he was adopted by Jiang Peishan, Jiang Hao has silently liked this sister who is not his own but is closer than his relatives, but he just likes it silently, without the slightest transgression.

Jiang Zhilan laughed, he laughed, Jiang Zhilan was sad, he felt sad, six years of getting along day and night, so that Jiang Hao had been completely immersed in the world of only him and Jiang Zhilan, but stiffly, Jiang Zhilan threw himself into the arms of others, which made Jiang Hao unprecedented frustration.

Jiang Hao likes Jiang Zhilan, just like a thief, he can't see the light, but he is almost out of breath because he is tortured by such feelings.

Jiang Hao couldn't take his eyes off Jiang Zhilan's body.

He simply couldn't do it.

This night, Jiang Zhilan skipped work.

Ye Junhao led Jiang Zhilan, who was full of happiness, and decided to take her home with him.

Although Jiang Zhilan felt a little scared, as long as Ye Junhao was there, she was not afraid of anything.

At the door of a rich man's apartment, Jiang Zhilan and Ye Junhao stopped.

Ye Junhao looked at Jiang Zhilan, who was nervous, smiled and said, "Are you nervous?"

The pair of weak and boneless little hands that Ye Junhao was holding were covered with sweat, how could he not detect Jiang Zhilan's nervousness!

In fact, he is more nervous than Jiang Zhilan, and after a year, I don't know if my mother will be able to accept Jiang Zhilan because of her departure.

Jiang Zhilan nodded, and said a little cautiously: "I'm nervous to death, what if your mother doesn't like me?"

"How is that possible!" Ye Junhao gently tucked Jiang Zhilan's wind-blown hair, and said with a gentle face: "You are the woman who is going to be my wife, my mother will accept you!"

"Really?" Hearing Ye Junhao's comfort, Jiang Zhilan's hanging heart slowly calmed down.

"Of course!"

After speaking, Ye Junhao's fingers pressed on the smooth doorbell.

After a short period of effort, the door opened, and a middle-aged woman in a maid's uniform came to open the door.

When he saw Ye Junhao, his face was full of joy.

"Young Master, you're back!"

Ye Junhao handed the luggage in his hand to the woman, then took out the hand holding Jiang Zhilan, gently hugged the woman's shoulder, and said, "Aunt Li,"

Aunt Li was excited, she left home for a whole year with her eldest child, and now she is finally back.

How can he not be happy!

"Young master, you are black, but you are strong......" As if she was a child herself, Aunt Li was kind and considerate.

He turned around and shouted to the house, "Madam, the young master is back!" ”

Without waiting for Ye Junhao to say anything, after some movement in the house, a woman also came out, her face full of joy.

Ye Junhao's face sank slightly, withdrew the hand on Aunt Li's shoulder, and said coldly, "I'm back!" These were the words to the woman.

There is no title.

The woman looked at Ye Junhao's handsome face, and said with joy: "Son, you are willing to go home...... Before the woman finished speaking, she saw Jiang Zhilan behind Ye Junhao.

With a puzzled face, he said to Ye Junhao: "Son, this is ......"

I privately guessed in my heart that Ye Junhao had never taken a girl home, and it seemed that the relationship between these two people should not be as simple as ordinary friends.

The woman looked at Jiang Zhilan carefully, from head to toe.

The overly tall figure is only half a head shorter than Ye Junhao, too thin, and looks like a skeleton, so that the woman can't help but associate with words like weakness, the girl is very beautiful, fair skin, delicate facial features, just looking at the clothes, it should be just a small jasper.