Chapter 365 (1/2)

In the president's office, Ayers pushed the door and sat on the sofa, complaining: ”I said, Mr. Leng, when are you going to coax your wife back?”

Leng peiran's deep eyes acutely look at him, without words, but give people endless pressure.

Feeling the cold light in his eyes, Ayers touched his nose and changed the subject: ”Oh, how's that thing going?”

”Soon.”

”The people who can get this kind of medicine are also extraordinary in means, identity...”

Leng peiran twisted his thick eyebrows and interrupted him: ”so what?” There is no wording to drag the water, full of domineering.

Ayers smiles. Who is Leng peiran? Besides Tan Xueman, he has never been afraid of anything.

It seems that he is worried too much.

On the low-key luxurious sofa, Jingrong looks at Ye Wenxin who wants to go upstairs: ”for a man who doesn't love himself, is it worth taking on himself?”

Ye Wenxin stepped on the foot of the stairs, and suddenly she turned around slowly and said with a smile: ”my business, don't you care.”

Jingrong calm eyes become irritable: ”this time is not me to help you, in addition to future trouble, I'm afraid now you have been cold peiran pieces.”

”What do you mean?”

”Do you really think what you're doing is perfect? You really underestimate Leng peiran's ability. ”

”You helped me get rid of my man?” Ye Wen was flustered and looked at him in surprise.

Jingrong sneered: ”besides me, who do you think will pay for your obsession?”

Ye Wenxin didn't feel the slightest gratitude for what he did for himself.

”Don't think you've helped me just to get something from me.”

Jingrong wry smile: ”warm heart. After all these years, can't you see what I've done? For a person who doesn't love you, as for such a low attitude? ”

”Don't mind my business.”

Jingrong looks at her face, anger will burn him, lips and tongue immediately wrapped around her pink lips, ye Wenxin struggle failed, can't escape his imprisonment.

After tasting her fragrance for the first time, Jing Rong deepens her kiss excitedly.

Not for a moment, the sharp pain from the tip of his tongue made him sober. He let go of his arms and looked at her, waiting for him to speak.

Ye Wenxin slapped him in the face. After that, he quickly went upstairs.

Jingrong looks at the angry figure with hurt eyes, and the corner of his lips evokes a bitter radian.

Ye Wenxin went back to the room, sat on the sofa, picked up the glasses and drank them one after another.

Jingrong watched her close the door for a long time, but she didn't come out. She knocked on the door, but there was no response.

He anxiously opened the door to see, wine bottles scattered on the carpet, ye Wenxin's eyes blurred.

Frown went over, will she picked up from the ground, but ye Wenxin suddenly played wine Crazy: ”you give let go, I want to drink.”

Jingrong looked at her self indulgent appearance, had long forgotten to be slapped by her downstairs, at this time heartache.

There is a big gap between them. Ye Wenxin is defeated and put on the bed by him.