C11 Who exactly is the bride-to-be husband

"Ye, Young Master Ye?" It took Manager Lin a while to find his voice, "You, you are also here?"

Ye Tiancheng lightly nodded his head and did not reply. An Yimo tried her best to struggle free from Ye Tiancheng's grasp, but he still held onto her tightly, with no intention of letting go.

Manager Lin looked at An Yimo and then looked at Ye Tiancheng and became even more surprised: "Young Master Ye, An Yimo is my company's employee, you ? Do you know her? "

"I do!" Ye Tiancheng nodded.

"Yi Mo, are you a friend of the Young Master Ye? Why didn't you say so earlier? " Manager Lin was surprised and suspicious. His face alternated between green and white as his expression became strange.

Who exactly was Ye Tiancheng? Why was the normally insufferably arrogant Manager Lin looking at him with such shock and fear?

"Ugh ?" "We ?"

"I'm not her friend!" Ye Tiancheng looked at Manager Lin with a serious face as he explained.

"Then you all ?" Manager Lin looked dubiously at the two of them, a little doubtful.

"I'm her husband!" Ye Tiancheng hugged her tightly, as if he was swearing his sovereignty, and raised his eyebrows.

"Hubby? An Yimo, is Young Master Ye your husband? " Manager Lin's glasses almost fell off from shock.

"Ugh ?" We just registered today. " With Ye Tiancheng by his side, An Yimo did not dare to deny it.

"Gulp!"

Manager Lin swallowed his saliva, and stared at An Yimo for a minute. Suddenly, his face filled with smiles, and his attitude made a 180 degree turn, "Yi Mo, why didn't you say so earlier? You are a woman from the Young Master Ye, how would I dare you to come over for social meetups? "

"Manager, aren't those things that I should be doing?" This Manager Lin loved to have her accompany him the most. Since he was wary of Ye Tiancheng, this might be a good opportunity.

An Yimo had an idea. She pretended to glance inside the private box and muttered: "But ? "I just don't like drinking. I wonder if that big client will want me to drink?"

Ye Tiancheng squinted as a hint of coldness flashed past his black eyes.

"No, no!" Manager Lin immediately denied it: "Since you don't like to drink, then I don't need you to accompany this guest."

"Oh, that manager, I... I'll be leaving first. " An Yimo immediately said, afraid that the Manager Lin would regret it.

"Go, go!" Manager Lin nodded his head repeatedly, and said to Ye Tiancheng with a flattering expression: "Young Master Ye, next time when there's a chance, I'll treat you to a drink. You must give me face, okay? Also, I won't allow Yi Mo to socialize with me anymore, so you can rest assured! "

Ye Tiancheng said with a smile that was not a smile: "That's good."

After she said that, she slid her hand that was on An Yimo's shoulder towards her waist and coldly said: "Wifey, come, come with me to my home."

For some reason, when An Yimo heard the word "wife", goosebumps rose all over her body. Just now they were called foam, now they were called wives? A strong uneasiness suddenly enveloped her, making her exceptionally unsettled!

Just as he reached home, the carriage stopped, Ye Tiancheng went over to the side and picked An Yimo up horizontally, then went upstairs.

An Yimo struggled a few times. Seeing Ye Tiancheng staring at him, the servant felt guilty and did not dare to make a sound. Everywhere she went, the servant looked at the two of them in shock.

Entering the room, Ye Tiancheng kicked the door shut, then with large strides, he walked to the side of the bed and fiercely threw her down, saying: "An Yimo, how dare you!"

"I don't want to either. Manager Lin wants me to go to social gatherings, or else he'll fire me ?" An Yimo saw that his eyes were cold, and that he was trying to defend himself weakly.

"What you mean is, does that unsettled and kind-hearted Manager Lin's words work more than me? "Hmm?" He seemed even angrier.

"Ugh ?" "Not really." An Yimo instinctively folded her hands across her chest, and suddenly recalled the strange incident in the pavilion, feeling somewhat angry: "Even though I'm married to you, don't tell me that I can't even enter and leave freely? You have no right to imprison me! "

Ye Tiancheng smirked and said coldly: "Don't you know that the creditor is your god? You must listen to my words! "

"I ?" An Yimo bit his lips and swallowed the words that were close to his mouth because of his anger.

His anger was so strange, it didn't seem like he was that angry because he left the house. When he left, he had clearly said something, but why was he so angry? An Yimo could not understand no matter how much she thought about it.

"There's something I want to warn you about." Ye Tiancheng sat down beside her, his expression solemn.

An Yimo organized her clothes and asked: "Speak."

"You can walk freely in this house, but the attic is a forbidden area, and no one is allowed to go up there, including you. Do you understand?" He was especially serious. His black pupils were shining with a dangerous light. It seemed that as long as she defied his orders, she would be doomed!

"Why?" An Yimo originally wanted to say that she encountered a strange situation, but after seeing his stern warning, she decided not to.

However, the curiosity in his heart grew.

"I'm your creditor. Not only do you have to listen to me, you have no right to ask questions!" As he spoke, he suddenly leaned to her side and said, "It's very late, go to sleep!"

In the middle of the night, when she was sleeping soundly, An Yimo was woken up by waves of itching coming from the tip of her nose.

When she opened her eyes, it was pitch black everywhere. She couldn't even see her hands, and even the thermometer was turned off. If it wasn't for the warm palm on her face confirming that there was someone by the bed, she would have been frightened.

How long had she slept?

There's Ye Tiancheng right?

Why was he lying on the edge of the bed? Did he like to sleep like this?

Moreover, did he like to make everything dark in his sleep, so that not even a sliver of moonlight could slip in?

Her breathing was by her ears, but his fingertips were touching the tip of An Yimo's nose and cheeks. It was unknown if he was dreaming, or was awake, but she thought An Yimo had fallen asleep.

His large palm slowly caressed past her, seeming to carry an incomparable attachment and reliance. An Yimo suspected that it was just an illusion.

This feeling was very strange. The person beside him was so strange, he did not even look like Ye Tiancheng!

However, she didn't dare to move or speak, afraid that Ye Tiancheng would wake her up and crawl back up, and she would be done for.

She pretended to only be asleep in a daze. With a grunt, she turned her body over and cleverly avoided his large palm that was rubbing her cheek.

The moment she turned around, the person beside her seemed to be frightened. Her hands were like drowning people, grabbing her hands very nervously, pressing her palms close to his cheeks.

This kind of action was like an incomparably natural instinct. An Yimo became more and more curious, but her body stiffened, and she didn't dare to make any more movements.

Her silence seemed to give him some sort of reassurance. After a short breath, he gradually calmed down, as if he had obtained some treasure he had lost. Then, with a light kiss on the tip of her hair, he stopped moving.