The two sit opposite each other, taste tea, supper, under the moon before the flowers, and the fairy couple.

Slowly, it was getting late.

Ye Jia inadvertently put down the teacup, this night, facing the wolf-like gaze, as a prey, it was really uncomfortable. He coughed twice, looked at his watch, and said lightly: "It's not early, I won't disturb your rest......"

Yang Yuru suddenly grabbed his hand, tightly, and then hugged him.

Ye Jia was surprised, but he didn't feel any surprise.

"Ye Jia, you have always known what I think about you...... I've never met someone like you in all these years. I'm lonely, and I know, you're lonely. In that case, how can we not be together? That's what your mother meant when she was alive......"

Yang Yuru's breathing was very heavy, and she had been suppressed for too long. Since being widowed for a huge inheritance, her private life is certainly not truly spotless, but she definitely does not dare to be blatant. Because he has to face the doubts of the world and the noise of the media, he never dares to be presumptuous.

Thirty like a wolf and forty like a tiger.

She is the year of the tiger and wolf, how can a woman survive?

Once it is presumptuous, it will be a flood that bursts the levees, and nothing will be taken care of.

She hugged him tightly, and her voice was surprisingly coquettish: "Ye Jia...... Stay tonight......"

The body language is unmistakable.

Even her tight arms showed her determination and will unmistakably. This time, it is none other than you, and you will definitely get what you want.

However, Ye Jia trembled—not because of excitement, but because of disgust.

Men, sometimes it's so strange, it's like it's very comfortable for you to pick your own nostrils, but suddenly someone comes up and wants to help you pick your nostrils, it's very uncomfortable - somehow, he doesn't like this feeling of being forced by a woman at all, it's like a negotiation, a sale, Yang Yuru took out a loan, and sold himself to her.

This woman has been holding herself with a loan.

No, no, no, he doesn't like it.

Men, always want women to surrender - not to conquer - and not to become a trophy under her feet.

He wasn't in the mood at all.

Moreover, he remembered the stack of information he had seen before, he was not Feng Feng, who had experienced such a long time of family tribulations and turmoil, and asked for help...... He is no longer so simple, he knows much more things than Feng Feng.

Feng Feng, she just wasn't in the circle and didn't understand the trick.

However, Yang Yuru didn't notice his bluntness, but she herself was burned by the intense passion, her face was flushed, her heart was pounding, and her whole body was about to burn, so she leaned down so eagerly......

Ye Jia, push her away.

When she pushed her harder again, he pushed her away very firmly.

She was stunned, she forgot that a woman is not a man's opponent in strength.

A few strands of her hair fell down, and her face was flushed: "Ye Jia......"

Ye Jia's expression was extremely gentle and polite: "It's too late, I'm afraid this is a great disrespect to you, it's time for me to leave......"

She was suddenly furious.

The flush on his face immediately faded, and the person became cold, and his voice was cold: "Okay, I won't bother you anymore." ”

Ye Jiazhen took his leave.

It wasn't until he walked out that Yang Yuru slammed the door shut, and the whole person fell into the chair. The moonlight slowly crept up, shining on her iron-blue face.