Thank you for Waiting, Mister Tang!

With tears in her eyes, "I don't owe you anything!"

All his movements stopped abruptly, his face buried in her neck, and his breath was hot and chaotic.

He was buried like this, and after a long time, he said in a low and bitter voice: "Yes, you don't owe me."

Slowly, he released her and took two steps back.

But his eyes still didn't let her go, he looked at her deeply and unpredictably.

Xue'er's body was holding on desperately, her eyes filled with moisture, she looked up at him like that.

Her expression is thick but not gorgeous, and absolutely moving.

But he didn't know, this was not his own.

At this time, he wanted to ask her who Lan Yu was and what was his relationship with her, but the self-esteem of a man and the fact that he had loved her for so many years made him unable to ask.

"Sorry, I drank too much." He stroked his forehead with his slender fingers and smiled lightly: "I offended you."

Xue'er's eyes were wide open, like a frightened little rabbit, her face was pale, too weak to fall down at any time.

Ye Muyun smiled again, lightly, and stepped back into the elevator.

The elevator doors closed, blocking the sight of both parties.

At that moment, his face sank, and her small face became more sad and fragile.

Ye Muyun arrived downstairs, did not leave immediately, but sat down on the sofa in the hall.

Because of the existence of this big Buddha, the duty manager turned upside down in small steps, "Mr. Ye, do you have any instructions?"

Ye Muyun faintly smoked with the cigarette in his hand. After smoking half a cigarette, he said, "Let someone deliver the meal."

The manager can also know where this is delivered, with a solemn expression: "We will do it without saying that Mr. Ye will do it."

The thrilling scene just now has been circulated in GM. The love and entanglement between Mr. Ye and his own eldest lady has not been fixed until now.

There wasn’t someone named Song Keren before, but when the eldest came back, she didn’t even count as cannon fodder, so she flew straight away...

Thinking about it, there is still only Miss Ye in his heart.

This is also the case, I don’t know how many people were envious of that pair of golden boys and girls.

After the manager finished speaking, he went to Zhang Luo himself, and Ye Muyun sat there alone and did not leave.

He felt a little tired, and his muscles were sore...

He wants to rest.

When I lay down, I felt so comfortable to lie down. I was surprised that he hadn't really rested in these years because he had been waiting for her and couldn't sleep at night.

He lay down, his shoes were not taken off, his coat was thrown aside casually, and he was drunk again, it was really downright...

The ladies at the front desk whispered to each other, "Is President Ye getting into trouble with the little ancestor upstairs again?"

"Who said no?" The other one also quietly said: "If you want me to say, President Ye will eventually succumb."

"Why?" The previous one was puzzled: "I remember the terrible President Ye upstairs before. Seeing him is like a mouse seeing a cat. President Ye is still very authoritative."

The other snorted softly: "With authority, I will drink it like this and fall here. Although you look at President Ye for the past eight years, although he looks unhappy, when has he ever been so embarrassed?"

That person, immediately convinced, "This is also—"

As he said, he hesitated: "Why don't we find a quilt to cover Mr. Ye! It's not good to catch a cold."