She was suddenly a little grateful to Ye Jue for reading those letters in her bag, otherwise she wouldn't be able to afford those people asking her for someone tomorrow.

She's Ye Jue's person.

"It's okay, I'll accompany you tomorrow morning to return the money." Ye Jue had already put the letters back in the original envelopes, and then tied them with small wires, put them on his office counter, and took a small notebook and clamped them on the envelopes.

He has to come out of this matter himself, otherwise those bastard boys in the school won't be staring at his daughter-in-law one by one.

But Song Yan felt very embarrassed: "You go with me to return the envelope?" ”

"Yes, daughter-in-law, don't worry, I won't beat them." His five fingers were slightly closed, and he made a "clucking" sound.

Song Yan subconsciously looked down at his hands and found that he had clenched his fists at this time.

Is this still called not being able to hit people?

She saw that he wanted to hit someone.

She immediately took a step forward, hugged Ye Jue's arm, rubbed her little face against his chest and said, "I'll go back by myself tomorrow, don't worry, I'll make it clear to them." ”

"Don't you feel too embarrassed?" He was afraid that Song Yan would be thin-skinned, and he was embarrassed to send those letters back, so he thought about returning them for her.

And Song Yan has lived two lives, what else is there to be afraid of?

She's right to Ye Jue's

Feelings can't be expressed in words, so they won't embarrass Ye Jue in this kind of thing.

She nodded heavily and said, "No, don't worry, by the way, aren't we going to have a dinner, it's almost eight o'clock, can't we have dinner yet?" I'm a little hungry. ”

She lifted a hand and placed it on her lower abdomen and rubbed it gently.

The voice was soft, with a bit of squeamishness.

She thought about making this living Hades happy, so as not to make each other unhappy about those letters.

Ye Jue also saw her thoughts, and didn't want her to be too nervous, so he raised his arm, put it on Song Yan's waist and hugged her tightly: "I'm just here to take you to dinner, today's meal was made by Mrs. Gao." ”

"How blessed am I?" Song Yan grabbed his clothes and said with a smile.

Ye Jue said: "When you meet the teacher's wife, there will definitely be a surprise." ”

"Really?" Song Yan tilted her head slightly, raised her little face, and leaned close to Ye Jue.

And her playful expression was very tempting in Ye Jue's eyes.

So, when Song Yan raised her head, Ye Jue also raised her other hand, put it on Song Yan's face, lowered her head, and kissed Song Yan's lips.

Song Yan struggled at first, in Ye Jue's office, she was afraid that someone would suddenly run in, and Ye Jue said softly to her when she was struggling: "Don't worry, the door is locked." ”

An understatement, revealing a thick ambiguity.

Song Yan's face turned red all of a sudden, and it became hot.

Thinking of the scene of Ye Jue kissing her at the gate of the campus in the morning, the blood in her body boiled.

She unconsciously put her hands on Ye Jue's clothes, and moved closer to his arms, responding to his kiss.

Ye Jue's palm slammed into Song Yan's head, pushing her small body forward, and pushing her against the wall.

With a cold wall in the back and a hot and hard chest in front, the atmosphere became eerie.

His big palm fell on her waist at some point, pinching her small waist and rubbing it gently.