Broken Shoes ……
Shen Mengqi’s eyes widened, completely not expecting that Ye ÒÒÒ would say such a thing.
You should know that Gu Yueze was simply a god-like existence to Ye ÒÒÒ, and no one could say half a bad word about Gu Yueze no matter what.
Shen Mengqi’s heart was in shock and disbelief, staring at her in dismay, “ÒÒÒ, you …… how can you say that about Gu Shao! Her father stole the Ye family, and she shamelessly stole your fiance. What’s going on? What makes you think that all of a sudden?”
Ye ÒÒÒ said casually, “It’s nothing, I just suddenly figured it out.”
Shen Mengqi hurriedly persuaded, “ÒÒ, donÕt be emotional, after all, itÕs been so many years ……”
She said, “I’m sleepy, I want to go to bed, let’s talk about it next time we have time.”
Shen Mengqi was going to say more, but, seeing that Ye ÒàÅ” was already yawning and lying on the bed, she could only leave first.
In the past, she used to obey her words, but now she has gone beyond her control three times, and even her attitude towards her is getting colder and colder.
After making sure that Shen Mengqi had already left, Ye ÒÒàÅ纺º got up immediately and walked in the direction of the bathroom.
The conversation she had with Shen Mengqi should have been heard by Si Yanhan, who had seen Shen Mengqi’s true face, right?
Ye ÒÒ pulled open the bathroom door and hurriedly invited the big devil out, “Sorry sorry sorry! The person has already left! So it was Mengqi, I thought it was the hostel manager checking the rooms! It scared me!”
When Ye ÒÒ opened the door, Si Ye Han’s tall figure was leaning on the washbasin, and the basket next to it held her change of clothes, the top of which was her underwear with a strawberry print.
Ye ÒÒ was embarra*sed, and was busy copying a towel to cover it up, and then secretly watching Si YanghanÕs expression.
However, it was obvious that Si Yanghan’s mind was not something that a mere mortal like her could just guess; there was not the slightest peculiar look on the man’s face, and he could not see what he was thinking at all.
Si Yanghan looked at her for a few seconds, then gently rubbed his fingers against the girl’s delicate jaw, his voice hovering low and mute within the narrow washroom, “Six hours, and you’ll be forgiven.”
“Huh? What six hours?” YeÒÒ didn’t respond for a moment.
Si Yanghan: “Sleep with me.”
Ye ÒÒÒ: “……”
