Cheng Anya was slightly startled and raised her eyebrows with interest, Third Young Master Ye, are you clairvoyant or clairvoyant? How long has it been since?
"Don't tell me, you also had lunch at that restaurant?" Cheng Anya smiled a smile that wasn't quite a smile, her eyes were cold and extremely cold.\%_%_小_说_网
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Young Master Ye pursed his lips, "No!"
Cheng Anya raised her eyebrows, what's going on?
"Drive by!"[
Cheng Anyao(╯□╰)o!
It is indeed a coincidence. There are so many roads, why did you drive on that one?
"What is he looking for you for?" Ye Sanshao asked gloomily, his expression was extremely unhappy, and there was a vague anger running around. When it came to Mr. Yang, he seemed to be more disgusted and hateful than Mr. Ye!
Cheng Anya said calmly: "He asked me to marry my senior!"
Ye Chen became quiet all of a sudden, his delicate face was full of gloom, a storm was brewing in his black eyes, his fists were tightened tightly, and the anger in his body became more violent. Cheng Anya knew that his emotions were out of control!
"Ye Chen, calm down!" Cheng Anya reached out and grabbed his arm. The stiff muscles were as tight as stone, without a trace of softness. "It's just his wishful thinking. Besides, he doesn't know that we
Relationship."
Cheng Anya told the truth and didn't hide anything, "Don't be angry, okay?"
She knew in her heart that Mr. Ye's anger was not because she wanted to marry Yang Zekun, but because Lao Yang wanted her to marry Yang Zekun.
The key point is Mr. Yang!
Ye Chen hugged Cheng Anya tightly, so brutally that he almost pressed down on her injured leg. He pinched her tightly in his arms, his chest rose and fell violently, and he was silent. There were only heavy breathing sounds, one after another, scorching.
Spray it on the back of her neck.
"Don't promise him, don't promise him...why..." Ye Chen spoke incoherently, even a little crazy, "If you dare to promise him, I will strangle you to death...hard, strangle you to death..."
His tone was vicious and he bit every word very hard. Cheng Anya had no doubt that if she really agreed, Ye Chen would definitely strangle her to death!
Please, Mr. Ye, don't be such an angry young man, okay? I've already said it was just wishful thinking, but you chose to be "sexually" deaf again!
"Ye Chen, calm down, I didn't promise him, I didn't promise!" Cheng Anya repeated, damn, does this person know that he is so strong that her body bones are about to be 'kneaded' together by her?
It hurt so much that Cheng Anya kept frowning.
If it wasn't for how uncomfortable he was now, she would have slapped him away!
Young Master Ye seemed to have heard what he said. It was like a bucket of cold water had been poured on his furious mind. His emotions were slightly controlled. His heavy breathing slowly calmed down, but he still hugged Cheng Anya tightly with both hands, deeply afraid.
She disappeared in the blink of an eye!
"Mr. Ye, I think you should reduce your strength appropriately?" Seeing that his mood had calmed down, Cheng Anya joked in a very unscrupulous tone: "You don't know that you are strong enough to crush a piece.
Stone?"
Ye Chen let go of her quickly and lifted up her sleeves. He saw an obvious bruise on her snow-white arm. He looked at Cheng Anya. Miss Cheng rolled her eyes. A faint trace of anger flashed in Mr. Ye's black eyes.
Sorry.
"Why didn't you tell me earlier?" The bruises were obvious, but luckily she remained silent and silently endured his roughness