"Why is it you?" Under the dim light, Young Master Yang's eyes darkened slightly, exuding an invisible coldness, and his voice was deep and indescribable.
Meng Yajing lowered her head, not even daring to take a breath, and closed her eyes tightly.
She was not wearing any clothes at the moment, she was just naked and exposed to the air. The light was light green and projected on her fair body, showing her seduction silently.
No matter which man he saw, he would always be ready to make a move. Young Master Yang even felt his lower abdomen getting hot. However, he still had some sense of propriety when it came to playing with women.
Young Master Yang's eyes flickered across her face, and when he stood up and reached out to pick up the clothes beside the bed, his hand was suddenly held by Meng Yajing.
"Don't leave...can you please stay for Man Ningning's sake?" The voice was pleading, and Meng Yajing's charming eyes were already filled with tears.
It seemed that she had never thought that she would face the man she liked in this way.
I didn't even expect that I would find out in an instant? Could it be that she didn't hide it well enough? Just now, she had been using Manningning's method?
Suddenly, Meng Yajing felt a little regretful. What she regretted was that she should not have taken the initiative, and should not have suddenly become active when she was passive.
Because, Man Ningning is never a proactive woman.
Young Master Yang narrowed his eyes slightly, glanced at the hand holding his, and said in a calm and indifferent voice, "Let go."
"No...just think of it as me begging you. I really love you, and I'm willing to do anything for you. Don't you like Manningning? I can also help you find a way to pursue Manningning.
OK?"
Tears had already flowed from the corners of Meng Yajing's eyes. She knew that there was no possibility between her and Mr. Yang.
However, when she thought of the entanglement just now, Meng Yajing would rather become an underground woman than let the traces of tenderness gradually disperse.
"Do you also know Timan Ningning?" Young Master Yang suddenly sneered, his charming thin lips moistened, looking even colder.
"When you said this, did you ever think about Man Ningning?" Yang Shao looked at Meng Yajing coldly, raised his thin lips and smiled coldly: "I didn't expect that she would have such a shameless friend like you.
?That message was sent by you, right? She didn’t know about what happened tonight, right?”
Meng Yajing knelt down on the bed, gritting her teeth and holding tears in her eyes, shaking her head. She heard Young Master Yang's cold voice ring out again, and she said, "Don't appear in front of me in the future."
Yang Shao shook off Meng Yajing's hand, picked up the shirt, and put it on directly.
Meng Ya sat quietly on the bed, stretched out her hand to wipe the tears on her face, and the hatred in her heart began to spread throughout her body: "Don't you really want to get Man Ningning? If I help you, will you still choose to leave?
?”
"Do you think you can do it just by yourself?" Young Master Yang's voice was cold, and his cold tone almost made Meng Yajing feel like her heart was being torn apart bit by bit.
Meng Yajing stared at Mr. Yang closely, and a smile suddenly broke out on her face. It was not a smile of joy. How could she smile sincerely at this moment?
"You can't ignore my relationship with Man Ningning, and don't forget that I live with her now. You have always wanted her but couldn't get it, right? This feeling must be very painful? It's like me, who only wants to have her.
I want to get you. But, I still can’t get what I want.”
Meng Yajing's red lips are enchanting, and her voice is a bit low.
"What exactly do you want to say?" Young Master Yang frowned slightly.
The face under the light looked even more charming. Meng Yajing stared affectionately, a bitter smile crossed her lips, "Don't you just want to get Man Ningning? I can help you...as long as
If you are willing, I will definitely help you..."
"Then what?" Yang Shao asked in a low voice.
"I just hope that you can give me a chance. I don't expect to be the woman by your side. However, I hope that I can be one of your women, and I will be very satisfied."
Meng Yajing's eyes were fixed on Young Master Yang, and her voice was pleading.
What she begged for was not love, but she hoped to become one of the women. What a sad request, but it was just for love.
Young Master Yang's pupils shrank tightly, and he was a little unhappy, "The woman I want to get, I will make her obey me wholeheartedly. So, I don't need your help at all."
A cold tone overflowed from his thin lips.
Meng Yajing watched Young Master Yang shake off his hand, put on his pants, and button his shirt. His eyes fell on Meng Yajing coldly, "I will treat this matter tonight as a matter of course."
It didn't happen. If you should tell it, you have to understand the consequences."
When he finished speaking, Yang Shao turned around and left, his back looking ruthless and decisive.
The moment Meng Yajing watched the door slowly close, she collapsed on the bed. It was as if the lingering and ambiguity just now were just an illusory dream.
Why...why does she have to endure such pain?
What is so good about Man Ningning? Is it worthy for two such noble men to fall in love with her?
She cried and laughed, her voice low and soft.
Let the tears fall from the corners of your eyes and hit the quilt mercilessly. They were quickly soaked without leaving any trace.
The light was dim, revealing a faint green color.
Meng Yajing slowly lay on the bed, her tears just flowing quietly. Her breath was filled with the residual smell of Young Master, and she took a deep breath.
She wanted to keep his taste in her mind...
........
The vacation and work in Provence soon came to an end.
Some people say that lavender is like a lover, exuding a strong sense of love. Sure enough, it is really hard to leave such a romantic country suddenly.
When Man Ningning and a group of people were leaving with their luggage, they looked back at the vast swaths of lavender...
Under the light sunshine, with the warm wind, gently swaying, the air is filled with the fragrance of lavender, entwining everyone's nose.
A private plane quietly landed in a large open space. Several men in black suits got off the plane and walked straight to Young Master Yang. They bowed their heads respectfully and said, "Master."
"Yeah..." Mr. Yang responded lightly, leaning against Na Wei'er, and glanced sideways behind him, where Man Ningning was looking at the house lingeringly.
When he looked back, he met Meng Yajing's gaze. There was a hint of displeasure in her blue eyes, and she said lightly: "Take everyone's luggage and get on the plane."
"Yes." The two men in black suits nodded respectfully, picked up the surrounding luggage, and put it on the plane.
"Tsk, tsk, if I had known we would just take your private jet when we come." Wen Jiedi squinted her eyes slightly, her smile was like the sunshine at this moment, very handsome.
Young Master Yang looked at Wen Jiedi and raised a thin smile: "Nawier and I took a private plane and it became front-page news in the entertainment industry. You must have seen it too, right?"
"Tsk, tsk, that's so direct. I'm just embarrassed to say it." Wen Jedi smiled playfully, "But it's not bad to be able to fly privately when I go back."
"Yipin Magazine purchased a private jet eight years ago. What's the matter? Can't bear to use gas?" Yang Shaoban joked and walked towards the open space in front of him, hugging the woman next to him.
Wen Jiedi shrugged his shoulders, "I just want to keep a low profile."
"It seems that I am too high-profile?" Young Master Yang narrowed his eyes slightly and smiled, "I think that after returning to China, there will be paparazzi taking secret photos immediately, so it is useless for you to keep a low profile."
Man Ningning walked behind, even though she didn't look at Young Master Yang who was walking in front. However, that ambiguous look was always cast in her eyes.
It wasn't until they got on the plane that they separated themselves from each other.
Man Ningning sat directly in the last row, watching the plane gradually leave the ground and fly into the sky, the color of lavender was far away in her eyes.
Sometimes leaving is a kind of memory. Lonely canyons, desolate castles, winding mountains and lively cities... all interpret various styles in this land of southern France.
Wen You sat directly next to Meng Yajing, looking at the lavender that was getting distant, and her red lips opened: "How did it go last night?"
Meng Yajing thought of what happened last night, and her heart ached like a knife. A touch of self-mockery crossed her lips. She sighed softly and said in a low voice: "It's better not to worry about what happened last night."
Did you mention it?"
Wen You looked at her expression and vaguely understood something in her heart. She asked with a smile: "It seems that everything is in vain?"
Meng Yajing said nothing, lowered her eyes and became silent.
"But, having said that, even if you fail, don't forget the cooperation between us. You must help me. Do you understand?"
Meng Yajing glanced at her sideways, "Don't worry, as long as you don't tell Man Ningning about this."
"As long as you can help me, what does it mean if I do this little thing?" Wenyou laughed softly, looking much more charming in the light outside.
Provence gradually disappeared from sight. When the plane stopped at Mr. Yang's private villa, it was already afternoon.
The villas in this area are all very stylish, classic with a European atmosphere. When everyone got off the plane, a group of maids came to the door and bowed their heads respectfully to express welcome.
"Since we're here, why don't we all stay here for dinner tonight?" After getting off the plane, the rebellious smile in Young Master Yang's eyes became even more charming.
Wen Jiedi held Xing Yuanmi's hand, narrowed her eyes slightly at the foreign villa in front of her, and said with a smile: "Young Master Yang, are you too polite? You actually brought us to England?"
What? This is England?
Xing Yuanmi looked at Wen Jiedi in surprise. Everyone behind her expressed surprise. Even Man Ningning looked surprised, looking at the exotic and large villa in front of her.
If Wen Jiedi hadn't said anything, maybe everyone would have thought that they were just in an elegant villa area in China.
After all, even the servants speak Mandarin.
Really as confused as looking at flowers in the mist, Na Wei'er snuggled in Young Master Yang's arms, as charming as a bird, and laughed softly: "Since everyone is here, you are welcome, let's go in."