Hello, my devil!

Chapter 655: He was panicked

When Leng Yuyang got off the plane, he thought about an excuse for a while, and then contacted Leng Shaoqing first, saying that there was a major loophole in the hotel of a branch of the European Department, and he had to discuss the relevant matters with the general manager of the branch, so he could not Went to Lan's house.

But the old man was doubtful, so Leng Yuyang had no choice but to put on a show and quickly contact the branch's human resources and finance departments to modify various records.I made a fake report and sent it to the old man.

Then he called the management people and asked them to cooperate with the performance.

These things looked simple, but it was not easy to hide them from the old man's eyes. It took more than two hours to go back and forth. I should have been able to go back at 9 o'clock, but now I arrived at the door of my house after 11 o'clock.

He was so busy dealing with the old man that he forgot to send her a message asking her to get some sleep first without waiting for him.

But as soon as he entered the villa, Leng Yuyang noticed that something was wrong, and the servants' faces looked a little ugly.The lobby and kitchen in the villa are brightly lit.

"What's wrong?" Leng Yuyang asked as he handed the coat and hat to a servant.

"Miss Ye lost her temper," a servant replied in a low voice.

"What's wrong with her? Why did she lose her temper when I asked you to serve her more carefully than you serve me?" Leng Yuyang's voice suddenly changed and became colder.

"It's not us," the servant said, blushing slightly after being scolded.

"What happened?" Leng Yuyang asked.

"You can go in and ask her yourself. We don't know either," the servant replied.

Leng Yuyang frowned slightly and walked into the living room. As soon as he entered the living room, he found Ye Xiaoyi sitting on the sofa with his knees in his arms and his hair disheveled.

The dining table next to the living room was a mess.All are signs of manual destruction.Juice and vegetable leaves were spilled all over the table.

"What's wrong, good boy?" He approached her gently and called out, "Who has offended you again? Why are you unhappy?"

Hearing this familiar voice, Ye Xiaowei raised his head and looked at him coldly with his red eyes: "You."

Leng Yuyang suddenly understood in his heart that this girl must have cooked a table of dishes waiting for her to come back. She didn't expect that she would come back so late, so she lost her temper over the dishes.

"It's my fault for coming back so late." Leng Yuyang leaned close to his, touched her little head, and said in a soft voice, "But what did that table of dishes do to you? You have to treat them like that ?”

In his heart, he really wanted to eat the food she cooked, but he was always afraid that she would be tired, so he never asked her to cook it once.

She did it today, but she didn't expect it to be ruined again. It was a pity.

Ye Xiaowei pushed him away coldly and said in an emotionless tone, "Why are you so late?"

"." Leng Yuyang thought for a moment and then said: "There is some traffic on the road."

After Ye Xiaowei heard this, she couldn't help but sneered. She raised the corners of her cold lips, suppressed the surging emotions in her heart, and said sarcastically: "It's not like I went to a restaurant and ate some food first, and then remembered after it was over, and A [little lover] is at home, so he’s just a little late, right?”

Leng Yuyang's body trembled slightly, and his precise intuition told him that she was not just blaming herself for coming back late.

"What's wrong with you?" He spoke slowly. The hand that was originally intended to hold her quietly took it back, and his tone became cooler.

"Hey, Yuyang, if one of us finds out that one of us has told an unforgivable lie, shall we break up?" Ye Xiaowei looked at him provocatively.

"What do you mean?" Leng Yuyang's heart skipped a beat. As soon as he heard the word breakup, his blood surged and he couldn't control his mood. He squeezed her wrist and asked coldly with squinted eyes.

(End of this chapter)