"You guys are really enemies of each other!" As soon as Mr. Ye opened the door and walked in, Cheng Anya's eyes twitched. She began to suspect that they had some shady relationship. They had bumped into each other twice.
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Third Young Master Ye didn't come early or late, but he chose to come at the same time as the seniors. What an injustice!
It is estimated that the two of them had another fight at the door of the ward. The confrontation between two equally powerful auras was not something that ordinary people could bear.
"What is he here for?" Ye Sanshao asked coldly, his eyes fell on the large bouquet of beautiful perfume lilies, he raised the corners of his lips, and his voice was a little shady, "Oh, it's really gentle and romantic.
Prince Charming, he understands emotions so well."
Cheng Anya seemed to see a puff of smoke coming from Mr. Ye's head. The smoke smelled like vinegar. The sour gas filled the entire ward, and his gloominess also filled the entire ward.[
The sound was unusually weird, as if the husband had caught his wife rolling around on the bed with her lover. He was sour and jealous, and his anger was rising.
Um... Mr. Ye, are you jealous?
Well, very good, very good!
The mood that was darkened by Yang Zekun suddenly felt as bright as the dark clouds parted and the sunshine appeared.
Miss Cheng looked at Mr. Ye, who had empty hands and a car key hanging on his back. She glanced at the large bouquet of perfume lilies with gentle eyes and smiled, her bright eyes filled with sparkling joy.
"Senior, you know how to express emotions, and you also know that it is much better to give someone a bouquet of perfumed lilies than to give someone nothing. Mr. Ye, you are called a public lover, but your style is like a fool." Cheng Anya said tenderly.
Stab him repeatedly.
I made you busy for two days before you came to see me. Be jealous, be jealous, it will kill you!
Miss Cheng also has a bit of a queen's temper. Besides, she was frightened by the giant python and gave her nightmares again and again. Who was this for? This guy just said a few tender words that day and disappeared.
Cheng Anya was so depressed that she held back her true words for two days when she wanted to ask him. She couldn't hold it back anymore and didn't want to speak anymore.
Miss Cheng has the temper of a queen, and Young Master Ye also has the temper of an emperor. She snorted coldly, turned around and left without saying a word, slamming the door behind her with a loud bang that almost shook the whole floor.
shock.
Cheng Anya stared at the closed door dumbfounded, unable to react.
Mr. Ye, isn't it? Your demeanor has been locked in some safe again. Why didn't you let it out to bask in the sun? Are you so angry?
Depend on!
Cheng Anya's pink face held back a hint of pink, her eyes turned slowly, staring at the ceiling, silently asking the sky!
Ye Chen, you better not come here again, otherwise I will make you look good!
Miss Cheng smiled twistedly!
Her hands tightly grasped the soft quilt under her body to vent her anger. She was so angry!
God knows how much she wanted to see Mr. Ye in the past two days. She could not forget the deep affection she saw dimly before she fell into coma. She also saw it clearly. She was quite happy to know that he was so aggressive in repairing the Yun family.
Which girl in the world doesn’t like this kind of overbearing and domineering pampering and protection? [
Women always have a little vanity. Although Miss Cheng is tough, she is also an out-and-out woman!
Later, when she learned that Yang Zekun was fighting with him so fiercely that no one could tolerate two tigers, she was worried to death. She almost turned against her senior because of him. What happened?
This guy stayed in the ward for less than a minute and then left?
Miss Cheng felt deeply that she was hurt!
Yaya bastard, you pig!
Okay, although she said something coolly provocative, something was wrong with her, but you shouldn't just turn around and run away, right?
You're still getting married, so go away and get married holding a pillow!
The more Ms. Cheng thought about it, the more entangled she became. The more she thought about it, the more she felt like she had been bitten by ants and felt sore and painful. She wanted to yell to relieve the pain, but she felt that yelling was really bad for her throat.
After weighing the situation, Miss Cheng thought that the pillow was like Mr. Ye and beat him to death.
Beat you to death, you bastard!
After beating her so hard that she almost felt angry, Miss Cheng threw the poor pillow out again...
Coincidentally, the door opened, and this large white pillow fell on a bouquet of bright red roses. The white and red roses had a strange beauty, and the atmosphere became very strange.
Miss Cheng's riot was successfully cooled down!
The poor pillow fell, revealing Mr. Ye's delicate and enchanting face. He was hit by the pillow. Mr. Ye felt very unhappy, his face darkened, he hooked his feet back, slammed the door, and picked up the pillow.
Throw the pillow to Cheng Anya.
Cheng Anya picked it up subconsciously, her thinking a little unable to keep up with the changes in Young Master Ye.
Ever since, in this weird atmosphere, Mr. Ye quietly picked up the bunch of perfume lilies, threw them away with no expression on his face, slid through the air in an elegant parabola, and threw them into the trash can very preparedly.
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Cheng Anya, Mo!
Mr. Ye, you must be on the basketball team, that’s so accurate!
And I saw him putting the big bouquet of red roses he brought in the vase as a matter of course!
They also made a very unique shape with great care.
Cheng Anya, remain silent!
What's happening here?
Miss Cheng's normally bright brain was filled with a ball of tofu. She was dizzy and showed an idiotic expression that she had only seen for a thousand years.[
Seeing this, Ye San's dark face suddenly became sunny, and he was in a good mood for a while.
It turns out that this woman can be so cute sometimes, which is great!
After admiring Miss Cheng's dullness enough, Mr. Ye pointed at the bouquet of big red roses and asked like a bully, "Hey, do they look good?"
Miss Cheng nodded, "It's very beautiful. The flowers are very beautiful in color and bloom beautifully. They are the best roses at first glance."
"What are you doing?" Cheng Anya asked, her heart pounding and her cheeks turning from pink to pink.
Third Young Master Ye rolled his eyes at her and looked at Cheng Anya with the expression that you are an idiot, "Don't you want to be sentimental? Even with my eyes closed, this young master is more sentimental than that guy, okay? A red rose can't compare to a woman who has no vision.
Perfume lily?”
If Yang Zekun dares to compete with him, just step aside!
Cheng Anya,o(╯□╰)o!
Mr. Ye, you are the first person in history to be so jealous!
Cute, awkward, and childish!
But, it’s very useful... otherwise, why would my heart be beating all the time?
"I said, you have been out for less than 15 minutes, where did you get such a big bouquet of roses?" The nearest flower shop also takes half an hour, and it takes an hour to get back and forth, right?
She couldn't help but picture a disharmonious scene in her mind of Mr. Ye bullyly breaking into someone else's ward and snatching someone else's red rose. She was embarrassed by her divergent thinking, but she felt it was too possible!
Young Master Ye cleared his throat uncomfortably. This child has always been honest.
"I originally wanted to buy some, but when I got downstairs I saw someone coming in with a big bunch. I asked him what he bought!" Ye Sanshao said without shame.
"How much?" Miss Cheng's eyes twitched fiercely. Under normal circumstances, people would not sell it unless the price was high.
"200,000!" He never brought much money with him, so he just wrote a check.
Cheng Anya was so gorgeous that he knocked her down!
200,000 for a bouquet of roses, even if they are abnormal, they will sell them to you.
The corners of his lips twitched a few times, and he said calmly: "If you want to buy roses from now on, buy them from me!"
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This chapter is very cute... By the way, I like to write such interactions. Do you like this kind of Young Master Ye?
