The woman's makeup is exquisite, but her posture is not elegant, and she breaks in in a hurry.

Jiang Yang knew her, she was Ye Tushen's half-sister, Ye Fengyin.

Ye Tushen is the second oldest in the Ye family, and he has an older sister above him, he is the only son of the Ye family, but he is not close to the Ye family, and even has a stiff quarrel.

Within two minutes, Ye Fengyin was invited out, the same fate as Jiang Yang.

So, Ye Fengyin, who had accumulated a body of resentment and had nowhere to vent, pointed the finger at Jiang Yang.

"What are you looking at?" She pulled her throat, without a little rich lady's demeanor and upbringing.

Jiang Yang glanced at her coldly, withdrew his gaze, and did not react at all.

As if she was not satisfied with Jiang Yang's reaction, she instructed Jiang Yang and said, "You go and make me a cup of coffee." ”

Jiang Yang narrowed his eyes, but still didn't respond.

She is not an employee of the Ye family, so why should she be dispatched.

In the face of others, Jiang Yang's temperament is not soft at all, but in the face of Ye Tushen, she can always let go of her pride and even dignity, and repeatedly flatters him.

Jiang Yang's ignorance made Ye Fengyin feel that she was making trouble unreasonably, and the anger in her heart became even stronger.

"Okay, now Ye's employees don't take me seriously, and they are eating my family's salary, but they are shaking their faces with me."

Ye Fengyin's delicate makeup little face became flying and domineering, she stopped in front of Jiang Yang, stretched out her hand, snapped, and exploded in the air.

Jiang Yang's body was frozen stiff, and she didn't react for a while, and she succeeded.

The white little face suddenly showed a red slap print, Jiang Yang lifted his eyes, and cold air oozed from his dark eyes.

She has always been eager to take revenge, and the revenge on the spot will be avenged on the spot.

But just as she was about to raise her hand and withdraw it, the door to the waiting room opened.

At the face of Shang Ye Tushen, Jiang Yang's eyes trembled.

She bit her lip lightly and changed her hexagram for a moment.

She stretched out her hand to cover half of her beaten face, and her eyes, which were still cold, suddenly turned red, and tears fell down with tears, which was very pitiful.

Ye Fengyin turned his back to the door and didn't notice that Ye Tushen had come out.

She pointed at Jiang Yang and scolded: "What kind of thing are you, throw your face at me, do you really think that if you seduce my brother with a little posture, you can be my sister-in-law?" ”

Jiang Yang's long style, his posture is also swaying, the weak willow supports the wind, and he is charming and contains two points of innocence, which is the kind that men like.

Her brother is a flowery person, and there are many women outside.

Jiang Yang was naturally considered by Ye Fengyin to be his brother's raiser.

found a breakthrough to vent his emotions for a while, Ye Fengyin couldn't stop anymore, the more he scolded, the more he scolded, the more ugly he became.

Until his voice rang out.

"Ye Fengyin, what nerves do you have."

Ye Tu's eyes were deep, and his expression was impatient.

"Brother?"

When Ye Fengyin heard Ye Tushen's voice, he immediately reined in, and the wicked person pretended to be aggrieved first, and the exit was to slander Jiang Yang.

"Brother, this little slut will give me a face."

Ye Tushen raised his gaze and landed on Jiang Yang.

She wiped the tears rolling from her eyes with her hands, and sobbed the ground, silent, not defensive.

When he caught a glimpse of the red mark on Jiang Yang's face, Ye Tu narrowed his eyes deeply, and his deep eyes sank even more.

He opened his lips: "Get out." ”

Ye Fengyin subconsciously thought that she was saying it to Jiang Yang, she turned around and looked at Jiang Yang, the corners of her lips hooked proudly.

Jiang Yang raised his eyes full of tears, met his dark eyes, and watched for a while, without waiting for his response.

She hung her head, her long hair covering half of her face, but not the red and swollen slap prints.

She was like a broken piece of porcelain, tattered and discarded.