C25 Seeing Them Together

He looked at the unfinished piece of stinky tofu in his hand and the faint smell of his body and decided to come back another time.

"Zhexu, this dress is really beautiful. Last time I took a fancy to their design, the designer said that it would take more than a month to finish." Xiao Yingyue's voice came from the door, sweet and pretentious.

Yang Zhexu held Xiao Yingyue's hand, and with a rare smile on his cold face, he slowly said. "You look good in anything." It seemed to be a compliment.

The familiar voice made Jian Mo's body stiffen. At this moment, she did not know how to react at all, and her mind was blank.

"Zhexu is so annoying." She giggled.

He looked away and sighed in his heart. To Yang Zhexu, he was just a dog in Yang Zhexu's eyes, how could he be compared to Xiao Yingyue, the daughter of a rich family?

It was better to not see.

He turned around and left.

Xiao Yingyue looked at Jian Mo, who was about to leave, and her eyes flashed with a bright light. She pulled Yang Zhexu and shouted. "Ya, Zhexu, isn't this Jian Mo?"

What to do, blame him, or greet them as if he didn't care?

"Hmm." A faint response, as if he was unwilling to do so.

Forget it. She probably didn't want to see her anyway. She just kept walking forward.

"Jian Mo, we haven't seen each other for a long time. Why don't we have a good chat? We haven't seen each other since you left kindergarten." Seeing that Jian Mo was going to pretend not to see the two of them and leave, Xiao Yingyue hurriedly shouted.

She turned around and looked at the two people in front of her who were leaning against each other. They were truly a match made in heaven. "We don't have anything to talk about."

"How could that be, Jian Mo? I have a lot to tell you." Xiao Yingyue pulled Yang Zhexu's arm and walked in front of Jian Mo with a smile on her face. She looked humble and noble. "Zhexu has already told me about what happened last time. I'm really sorry, I didn't know that money was always like this. I'm sorry." His tone was filled with sincerity.

Jian Mo stared at Yang Zhexu. Yang Zhexu did not reject Xiao Yingyue's pull, but his dark eyes looked at Jian Mo to see if she had any feelings.

As expected, no matter how long it took, he was nothing in his eyes.

"Hmm ~" Xiao Yingyue seemed to have smelled something. Her delicate little face wrinkled, and she pinched her nose with one hand. Her eyes revealed a look of disdain. "What's that smell? It stinks."

Jian Mo lowered her head to look at the stinky tofu in her hand, then looked at Xiao Yingyue's expression. She really was a young miss who was born with a golden key in her mouth. "Since you don't like this smell, I won't stay here for long. You guys chat." With a reserved and polite smile, Jian Mo almost praised herself for being able to endure it.

"Jian Mo, how can you eat such a smelly thing?" Xiao Yingyue's tone was filled with disbelief.

Her hair was long, and her knowledge was short. Jian Mo silently ridiculed in her heart. "Since it's made to eat, why can't I eat it? Do you want to try?" Jian Mo raised the stinky tofu in her hand in front of Xiao Yingyue in a slightly vile manner.

Xiao Yingyue's small face instantly turned pale, as if what was in front of her was a biological weapon. Holding onto Yang Zhexu tightly with both hands, she couldn't help but take two steps back.

Jian Mo looked at the couple in front of her. She really didn't want to stay here any longer. The good mood of the day had disappeared with the two of them.

"In that case, I'll be leaving now. I hope you two have a good time." Maintaining her last demeanor, she nodded politely and turned to leave.

After Jian Mo left, Xiao Yingyue was still leaning on Yang Zhexu's arms, but Yang Zhexu slightly moved his hand, pulled it out, and said coldly. "We just want to let the reporters take a picture. It should have been taken just now. You can go." After that, there was a hint of disdain.

Xiao Yingyue was not angry. She looked at Yang Zhexu's handsome face and said with a trace of resentment. "You used me just like that and then abandoned me?"

He glanced sideways at the woman in front of him, who was wearing thick makeup and wearing a strong perfume. This smell might not even be as good as the stinky tofu in Jian Mo's hands, Yang Zhexu thought. "This matter will help both Hua Feng and your Xiao family. It's just a deal." He spoke coldly without any emotion.

"Alright." Xiao Yingyue spread her hands and pretended to be indifferent, then said sweetly, "Then I'll see you tomorrow, darling." Wan Er smiled and waved her hand like a group of little lovers.

Yang Zhexu did not look at her and left straight away. Only when Yang Zhexu turned around did Xiao Yingyue reveal an expression of infatuation and unwillingness.

Ever since their last conversation, she had already known that the person in Yang Zhexu's heart was Jian Mo, but he didn't say it out loud. Of course, she wouldn't be so stupid as to tell Jian Mo. A trace of hatred flashed across her eyes.

As he watched the man leave, the corners of his mouth slowly curled up into a smile. Since that was the case, he might as well make the first move and let her leave before Jian Mo knew it.

When he arrived home, Yang Zhexu was already sitting on the sofa with his legs crossed and a magazine in his hand. He looked relaxed.

Jian Mo wanted to pretend that she didn't see him and went straight upstairs.

"Little thing, when did you become so bold? Who taught you to pretend that you didn't see me?" Yang Zhexu did not move, and continued to question her.

His body stopped, and he was just about to go up the stairs when he slowly turned his head and asked. "What's the matter?"

Putting down the magazine in his hand, he placed one hand in his pocket and walked in front of Jian Mo. He looked down at her, raising his eyebrows. "What's wrong? Have you forgotten who you are?"

His soft voice carried a hint of coldness. Was he reminding her of her identity? His hand that was holding the armrest slowly lowered as he raised his head to look at the man in front of him.

He had the same expression, and there was always a smile on his face, but this smile never reached the depths. "You already have Xiao Yingyue, so please treat her well."

Looking at the person in front of him, his bright eyes were filled with anger. Did he care about him?

Yang Zhexu's heart couldn't help but beat wildly, but his face still maintained the same expression as before. "Can I understand that you're jealous?" The corner of his mouth curled up slightly. He looked like a prodigal son who was teasing a good woman.

"I know who I am. I am just your dog. If you are in a good mood, please let me go."

He had been suppressing his heart for a long time. When he spoke, he actually felt relieved.

As the soft words floated past her ears, her heart, which had been filled with a trace of joy, immediately sank. With a low voice and a terrifying gaze, she pulled Jian Mo over with one hand. "You want me to let you go?"