C11

"I've sent someone to bring back your unfinished work. Go and see if there's anything missing?" His voice was always cold, and even though they were concerned about him, they could hear his coldness in his voice.

Su Leyao didn't respond. Instead, he approached him step by step.

Her eyes met his across the pear wood desk, and she gave up all distractions and preconceptions about him.

She wasn't an idiot. Whether it was due to hostility or good intentions, she could clearly distinguish between them. However, she really couldn't see through Huangfu Yuyang, who was rumored to have become a Bloodthirsty Berserk Demon.

Other than her background being slightly more bizarre than others, she was no different from thousands upon thousands of ordinary girls.

She and he were people from two different worlds, and it was impossible for them to have interacted before.

Su Leyao's measurement was very rude, but Huangfu Yuyang didn't mind. He looked her in the eye quietly, condoning her naivety.

"Huangfu Yuyang, why did you marry me? I know my own limitations, and although I have a good figure, I'm not bad looking. But compared to those young mistresses from prestigious clans, she doesn't have any advantages. What exactly do you see in me? " Her beautiful eyes narrowed. She really wanted to see through this legendary man, but to no avail.

Her thin lips were pursed as the color in her eyes gradually deepened.

Time passed minute after minute, just when Su Leyan thought that he wouldn't answer, her thin lips slightly parted. "I told you from the beginning that I need a wife."

"You can choose someone else. Why me?" He was playing tai chi with her again.

"Do you really want to marry Zhuo Xingran?" He asked instead of answering.

"Huangfu Yuyang, what exactly do you know?" She was transparent to him, with no hint of privacy. But she knew nothing about him, and that terrified her.

"You marrying Zhuo Xingran was just a moment of recklessness." Huangfu Yuyang's eyes were deep and unfathomable.

Su Leyao couldn't control the paleness in her face. This was a secret in the depths of her heart. How did he know that Angel didn't tell him?

Huangfu Yuyang was truly a monster, a monster that could spy on people's hearts.

"Since you don't love Zhuo Xingran, then, who should you marry?" Danru was talking about her life.

Taking a deep breath, Su Leyao stood up straight and said, "Yes, I don't love Zhuo Xingran to the point that I have to marry him. But we've been seeing each other for two years, and we know each other very well. He'll be nice to me. "

"Is that so? Do you know that he has been dating Tao Yutian for a year? Do you know him well enough to sell you for a contract for a development? Do you know that he is only chasing you for the sake of obtaining the shares in Lin Changfeng? " His voice was as calm as usual, but every word was like a knife, piercing into Su Leyao's weakest point that hurt the most.

"So, what about you? And why did you marry me? " She forcefully suppressed her shock. Today, she definitely had to find out what was going on.

"Because you have no intentions for me, and I have no interest in you." As she spoke the ambiguous words, Su Leyao didn't want to think too much into it. However, she had a feeling that things were not that simple.

Coming out of the study, Su Leyao seemed to have gotten the answer he wanted, but he was still in the dark.

She discovered that every time she confronted Huangfu Yuyang, she would leave aggressively and return in low spirits. He did not even know where he had lost!

After eating a lot of snacks at Angel's house, she wasn't hungry at all.

When he returned to his room and saw his precious painting, all his depression was swept away in an instant. She wasn't a conflicted person, but rather had a relaxed heart.

His father had abandoned his filthy wife and married a rich man's daughter for the sake of wealth and prosperity. Her mother had raised her by herself and moved around as a child, so she had learned to play with herself.

Painting had become her greatest hobby. When she filled in her university matriculation, she did not hesitate to choose the Fine Arts Department.

A year after graduation, instead of becoming a painter, she became a third-rate comic book writer.

Well, she had never had high ideals or ambitions. She only wanted to support herself, to support Qin Wu. To be a happy little pig.

Maybe the heavens were afraid that she would starve to death, so they didn't let her encounter such an unexpected situation. It was just that she didn't feel annoyed or annoyed at all.

He took out his treasures and examined them carefully to ensure that there were no damage done to them. Only then did he heave a sigh of relief.

It was only when she saw the manuscript that she remembered something important. She had lost contact with her editor for several days. Jenny's face turned grim as she began to swing her sickle at her. She couldn't help but shiver.

Ye Zichen quickly took out his phone and logged on to QQ. Inside, Jenny's profile picture was flickering.

The dialog box popped up with over a hundred comments from Jenny. At first, it was soft and gentle, but now it was rough, "You bastard, get the hell out of here!"