Thank you for Waiting, Mister Tang!

The scene of Kang Zhi looking at his wife affectionately when Wen Yuan was playing the piano almost appeared in his mind. Just thinking about it made him feel uncomfortable.

Wen Yuan frowned again: "Ye Mubai, you really think too much."

"Did you think too much, you know, eh?" His finger pressed against her lips, with a hint.

Later, he went to entertaining again, but Wen Yuan could see his thoughtful gaze toward her as soon as he raised his eyes, as if he was catching a rape, Wen Yuan had some mischief in his heart.

Afterwards, Concho didn't come over to talk to her again, and he probably saw something.

It was not until the buffet wedding was over, when Wen Yuan and Ye Mubai left, that Kang Qiao came over and handed her a business card: "If you have something in the future, call me."

Wen Yuan nodded: "Okay brother, I will."

Kang Qiao's eyes still fell on her face, and he smiled for a while: "Okay, go back soon."

But his own gaze still fell on her face. As a man, Ye Mubai saw the deep reluctance. He was sour in his heart, holding on to Wen Yuan's waist and smiling:" Wen Yuan, we should go, you should rest more when you are pregnant."

Wen Yuan knew he was deliberate, but there was no way, so he smiled at Kang Qiao and left with him.

Ye Mubai drank, the driver drove, and he and Wen Yuan sat in the back seat of the car.

Sitting in the back of the car, Concho's voice was very weak, "Have fun tonight?"

Wen Yuan was a little tired, half leaning on the seat, half-squinted and said lazily, "What do you mean?"

Ye Mubai leaned over, with a faint drunkenness in his breath, and the mellow smell mixed with the man's body, very tempting.

He stared at her face and didn't say anything, but just reached out and rubbed her earlobes: "You take a break first."

Wen Yuan thought that this incident was over, she was really tired, and closed her eyes slightly.

She didn't wake up until the car stopped under the apartment, the driver was no longer there, and the two of them were left.

She yawned: "Is it here?"

She was about to get out of the car, Ye Mubai put her coat on, and then whispered: "I don't want to stay home."

She strangely found a sourness in his words, and she asked softly: "Ye Mubai, are you jealous?"

"No." He embraced her, holding her bag in one hand and leading her into the elevator.

What else did she want to say, he had already leaned in and kissed her lips so hard that they hurt her lips.

"Yemu...Bai..." Her voice was intermittent, her hands clenched into fists to push him, but couldn't push him anyway, he kept trapping her, not letting her move away, and his kiss was also Occupy her completely.

His breath was contaminated with her, and as each breath penetrated into the four-legged Baihai, she was helpless, her legs were so soft that her body fell down, Ye Mubai held her waist with one hand, deeper Kiss her.

Wen Yuan didn't know what was wrong with him, but vaguely felt that it was related to Kang Qiao. She tried to explain that her voice was also vague: "I and him..."

He stopped, staring at her scorchingly, and then kissed again under her gaze.

Wen Yuan was so helpless that he could only let him kiss. She wanted to say that their elevator had been stopped for a long time, opening and closing.

At this moment, the aunt in their house came out and saw them kissing in the elevator as they stood at the door. The aunt was stunned for a moment before trying to avoid it. Ye Mubai discovered her existence.