Shen Jiayao sat in the car, looking at Ye Chen nervously, it was obvious that Ye Chen was in a very bad mood now, and everything had a lot to do with the three young people and the Miss Liang he met just now.

Long before she came back, she already knew that in the past two years this year, the woman beside Ye Chen had never been broken, she knew that it was because she was angry with her, just scooping Miss Liang just now, when she saw that their backs were so similar, she was already very satisfied, as for Ye Chen's bad mood, she attributed it to the possessiveness of men, after all, that Miss Liang had been with Chen before, but now she is with Sanshao, knowing that the two are good friends, and that's it, but these have nothing to do with her, she just needs Chen to be by her side.

Ye Chen was driving intently at the moment, but his mood was very irritable.

His goal of humiliating her was achieved, and he should have been happy, but in the face of her silence and Han Siyou's affectionate confessions, he couldn't be happy.

That woman, didn't he want to forget about her a long time ago?

Now that Jiayao has returned to her, he already knows that she betrayed him back then for another reason, only he knows about getting along in the past few days, and all he has left for Shen Jiayao is to regret and want to protect her, but it has nothing to do with love, only apologies.

Liang Yimo, Ye Chen found that he didn't understand this woman more and more, he thought she was a simple-minded woman, just like when she was a child, so innocent, but compared with reality, he found that she was really insatiable, and immediately attached to other men after leaving him, thinking that the charming appearance on the bed had already been discovered by other men, and her dark eyes became darker and darker, almost swallowed by darkness, unfathomable.

When shopping in the afternoon, Shen Jiayao found that Ye Chen's face was not very good, even when she bought clothes, Ye Chen was perfunctory, Shen Jiayao walked out of the dressing room, stood in front of Ye Chen with the clothes on her body and turned around, and asked sweetly, "Chen, is it good-looking?" ”

"Well, buy it if you like it." Ye Chentou didn't answer, he kept holding the mobile phone in his hand, and his eyes were unfathomable.

Shen Jiayao's face flashed a trace of loneliness, got up and walked into the dressing room, and when she came out, she asked the waiter to hang up her clothes back, and stepped forward to hug the man who was still pondering, "Chen!" ”

Shen Jiayao pursed her lips, her eyes were full of resentment, Ye Chen got up, "Are you still turning?" ”

By the way, he escaped the gold card and was about to hand it over to the waiter, but he was grabbed by Shen Jiayao and shook his head, "I don't want that dress." ”

"Why, don't you like it very much?"

"Suddenly I don't think that color matches my skin very well, let's go, I'm hungry and want to eat!"

"Hmm."

The two went shopping for an afternoon and returned to their hotel early, which must have been tiring after a long day of shopping.

After Shen Jiayao took a bath, she came out wearing a sexy suspender, Ye Chen had already finished freshening up, and was now sitting on the bed smoking quietly, Shen Jiayao walked over in a covert manner.

"Tatsu!"

Ye Chen raised his head, just glanced at it, his voice was a little low, and he let out a faint "um", and let go of the side of the bed, "Go to sleep." ”

Shen Jiayao happily crawled on the bed, deliberately pulling her wet hair on Ye Chen's bare chest, "Help others blow their hair, didn't you say before that your hair will catch a cold if you don't dry it." ”

Ye Chen's body was a little stiff, and he took the hair dryer handed over by Shen Jiayao, "Okay." ”

got up and sat on the edge of the bed, let Shen Jiayao do it, and the slender fingers rubbed into Shen Jiayao's long burgundy hair, and blew it gently, he used to help her blow her hair like this, and it was very easy to do it, but at this moment he thought of another woman, who had also dried his hair like this, and said that he was careful of catching a cold.

What the hell!

Thinking of that woman again, he just felt that the shelf life of love that woman said was really short, and he had changed his mind more than a year ago.

After drying it, Ye Chen turned off the lamp and hugged Shen Jiayao, "Sleep, I still have something to deal with tomorrow." ”

"Okay." Shen Jiayao pinched her fingertips in the quilt, it hurt a little, but she couldn't feel it.

The pajamas she wore today were the kind of special sexy, from the time she came out to the time when he blew her hair, during this period of time, she had hinted at him, but there was no trace of ** in the man's eyes, did he really think she was dirty?

Shen Jiayao was lying in Ye Chen's arms, he didn't dare to move, there was an even breathing sound in his ears, it seemed that he had fallen asleep, Shen Jiayao told himself not to think about it, maybe he was really busy for a while, and he didn't have time to adapt, maybe he would touch her after a while.

Yes, it must be like this, Chen must still love her, she felt a lot more relieved when she thought of this, and she got closer to the man's arms and closed her eyes.

The night is long.

After Shen Jiayao fell asleep, Ye Chen's closed eyes suddenly opened, it was dark and bright in this dark night, the floor-to-ceiling curtains of the balcony swayed in the wind, Ye Chen leaned on the balcony, he took out a cigarette, swiped it lightly in front of his nose, and lit it elegantly.

Without that indifference, when a man is quiet, people can't help but admire.

Outside, the starry sky is bright, not far away, the dim street lamps are connected in a line, spreading to an unknown distance, the man's eyes are secretive, and he looks at the big bed facing the bedroom, Shen Jiayao is lying on it at the moment, the silk quilt slides from her shoulder socket, revealing milk-like smooth skin, but it can't arouse his ** at all.

This is the woman he used to love the most, and he once spent the good years of his youth with him, but time has passed, but he finds that his feelings for her are getting weaker and weaker.

"Liang Yimo." Ye Chen read it lightly in his mouth, this name is silent enough.

Paper towels, she is not beautiful, there are more good-looking women than her, he wants to ask himself, what attracts him to such a woman, when he thinks of her, a certain part of his body changes, he desperately wants her, she wants to get rid of herself, right, he doesn't let her get her wish.

went to his bed, and wanted to climb into another man's bed safe and sound, it was a fool's dream.

Ye Chen didn't think about it, scooped up the mobile phone on the side, and a weird smile appeared on his face, like a devil.

At night, Liang Yimo lay on the bed and never fell asleep, simply stared at the ceiling above his head, his mobile phone rang, scooped up the phone, and opened it to see that it was a text message, which read: I miss you.

The signature is Ye Chen.

Liang Yimo's hand trembled, and he deleted it without thinking about it.

Does he miss her? During the day, he hugged his woman, and when he humiliated her, he didn't say that he missed her.

Neuropathy!

Ye Chen's slender fingertips swiped back and forth on the mobile phone screen, and he didn't see the phone ring for a long time, hooked the corners of his lips, and the smile on his face became even more evil.

Not long after he was cleaned, the phone rang again, and Liang Yimo opened it, and it said: I miss your body.

Before Liang Yimo could delete it, a text message came over again: I miss the feeling when I touched you.

I miss your lips.

I really want to get into your body now.

I miss your seductive appearance under me, have other men ever seen it?

Text messages one after another, and it's too late to delete them.

In the end, it became more and more filthy, Liang Yimo couldn't bear it, and called the mobile phone number that had just been sent, and someone answered as soon as she got through, and she scolded directly, "Ye Chen, you are really a fucking scoundrel." ”

This was Liang Yimo's first foul language, but there was a very magnetic laughter on the phone, revealing a trace of laziness and comfort, "What should I do?" Liang Yimo, after thinking about it for a long time, I am still reluctant to let you go! ”