Ye Tushen made a generous move and took a few people to the most upscale French restaurant nearby.

During the meal, the girl was lying in Ye Tushen's arms unruly, and clamored for Ye Tushen to feed her.

Ye Tushen was very patient, cut the steak, and handed it to Wen Shuyi's mouth.

"Brother Shen, you are so good."

She grinned and took a bite of the beef, her eyes shining with a pampered look.

When did he learn to serve as well?

Jiang Yang was paddling the steak mechanically, and there was a tendon that seemed to be competing with her, and he couldn't cut it.

The little woman on the opposite side also seemed to realize that she was too pampered, and pushed the fork towards Ye Tushen's mouth with some embarrassment.

"Brother Shen, don't just feed me, you can eat too."

Ye Tushen paused slightly, looked at the piece of beef and frowned.

Jiang Yang knew that he had a habit of cleanliness, how could he eat other people's saliva?

Seeing his hesitant appearance, Jiang Yang had bad thoughts, and she faintly expected Ye Tushen to refuse Wen Shuyi.

Wen Shuyi obviously also noticed Ye Tushen's unusualness, she tilted her head and looked at him: "Brother Shen, what's the matter, don't you like to eat?" ”

Ye Tushen smiled and wanted to explain, but was stopped by Jiang Yang's voice: "I heard that some people have a special physique and are allergic to beef, I don't know ......"

Before Jiang Yang finished speaking, Wen Shuyi asked anxiously: "Brother Shen, you can't be allergic to beef, right?" ”

Jiang Yang's words undoubtedly relieved Ye Tushen's siege, but Ye Tushen didn't accept her affection, he didn't hesitate anymore, and took a bite of the beef and ate it.

He patted Wen Shuyi, "I'm not allergic, I came to eat it once last time, the beef here is too old, you know, I have a delicate stomach, picky eater, and I can't eat inferior food." ”

There is another layer of meaning in Ye Tushen's words, others can't hear it, Jiang Yang won't be able to hear it.

Poor quality food? Then he still ate for four years, and when he ate, he didn't see so much to do.

The piece of beef with tendons was finally cut open by Jiang Yang, she took it into her mouth, chewed it twice, and said angrily, "The beef is quite tender." ”

Her voice was slurred, she didn't listen carefully, she couldn't really hear it.

But Wen Shuyi heard it clearly, she scolded Ye Tushen with a smile: "That's it, Senior Sister Jiang and I ate very well, and you are the most hypocritical." ”

Ye Tushen immediately put down the knife and fork and coaxed his little heart.

Jiang Yang felt dazzling, made an excuse, and went to the bathroom.

The cold water hit her face, and the coolness rushed into her pores, prompting her to sober up a little.

She took out a tissue to wipe the watermark on her face, and when she turned around, she hit a wall of flesh, she raised her gaze in a little panic, a pair of cold eyes shot over, and the cold air of coercion was pressing on her.

Jiang Yang subconsciously stepped back, with trembling in his voice: "Second master, it's also convenient." ”

"No, I'm coming to see you."

Ye Tushen was lazy in his tone, and there was no light in his dark eyes, which was dark and yin.

He took a step forward, and Jiang Yang took a step back, until her body was pressed against the thin and cool tiles, and there was no way to retreat.

He touched the edge of the sink with his fingertips, tapping rhythmically.

Jiang Yang was surrounded by him, she couldn't hide, she couldn't run away, the cramped space suffocated her, and the tapping sound of Ye Tu's deep fingertips still sounded rhythmically, but her heartbeat was chaotic.

"Like to be nosy?"

The corners of his lips are clearly upward, but people can't touch the light under their eyes.

Jiang Yang's heart also tugged upward, she lowered her head, didn't look at the face, and admitted her mistake in a soft voice: "Second master, I was wrong." ”

The percussion stopped, and Ye Tushen's fingertips climbed along Jiang Yang's cuffs, all the way to Jiang Yang's chin, provoking, and forcing her to look up.

Jiang Yang was squeamish, and without saying a word, his eyes were dyed with a circle of red, and he was entangled with demons.

"Wrong?" Ye Tushen's voice was light and fluttering, but the strength in his hand increased a little, and his fingertips twisted her delicate skin violently, staining it with a touch of red.

His voice was lowered, "If you are wrong, you will be punished." ”