Crazy coquetry in his paranoid arms

Chapter 233 "I'm Okay"

After Jiang Ye finished eating at Jiang's house, Ye Lin stuffed him with some fruit desserts, saying that he would bring them to Su Yan when he went to the company.

It happened that Jiang Ye hadn't thought of an excuse to find Su Yan, so the matter of sending things went smoothly.

Before leaving, Ye Lin stood at the door and told him: "You are half an older brother, take care of her more at work, do you hear me?"

Jiang Ye opened the car door while responding, put his things on the passenger seat, turned the car around, and drove in the direction of Su Yan's house.

Although Su Yan's house and Jiang's house are next door, there is still a distance between them, and it takes only a few minutes to drive there.

He was carrying something, turning the car keys carelessly with his fingertips, and stood at the door of Su Yan's house.

He rang the bell and waited for a while before the door opened.

Su Yan looked at Jiang Ye who suddenly appeared, and was stunned, "Why are you here?"

Jiang Ye smiled, and raised the packing bag in his hand to her, "My mother asked me to bring you something."

Su Yan stood sideways, brushed her hair, "Come in."

He took out another pair of slippers from the shoe cabinet and threw them on the ground.

Jiang Ye stared at the dark blue slippers in front of him and raised his eyebrows. Su Yan looked at them and explained softly: "This is my father's, don't you mind?"

Jiang Ye hooked his lips: "Of course not."

Su Yan took the bag in his hand, opened it slightly, and took a look. They were all the hot selling fruits of this season, and there were also a few boxes of pastries, which were her favorite brands in the past.

"Thank godmother for me."

"It doesn't matter what I say, you can say it yourself."

The last time Jiang Ye came was when Su Yan returned to the capital. He came in with her suitcase and took a quick look at her.

This time, he took a closer look and looked at the decoration of the living room. He didn't treat himself as a guest, so he casually walked to the sofa and sat down.

Su Yan put the fruit into the refrigerator, thought for a while, then washed some, put them on a plate, and put them on the tea table.

Then I turned on the TV, because I wasn't sure how long Jiang Ye would stay, in order to avoid embarrassment, it was better to have some noise in a quiet environment.

Jiang Ye glanced at the woman on the opposite sofa, and his eyes fell on her light cheeks. When he was addicted to cigarettes, he took out the cigarette case and turned his head to look at her: "Can I smoke?"

Su Yan glanced over and nodded, "I'm fine."

He stood up while talking, and went to the kitchen to find an ashtray.

Because she is the only one living in the house, all the things she can't use are put in the kitchen, and the ashtray is only available when her father is at home.

Jiang Ye took a deep breath, and narrowed his eyes slightly, because of this movement, the eye sockets were deep, and a faint smile flashed across the long and narrow eyes.

"Thank you."

Su Yan didn't answer, just stared at the TV.

Jiang Ye looked at her through the smoke, and half a cigarette passed, but neither of them spoke.

"Ding dong!"

Hearing the news suddenly, Su Yan paused, walked to the dining table, took the phone over, looked down, it was a message from Cheng Xinghe.

She smiled slightly.

Reply to Cheng Xinghe while walking.

Jiang Ye squeezed the cigarette, took another puff in his mouth, and let out a slow breath: "How is the matter resolved?"

"I've put the evidence on the Internet." Su Yan gripped the phone, nervous for no reason.

Jiang Ye extinguished the cigarette, shook his head, and wisps of smoke rose from the ashtray.

Su Yan said: "I'm guessing, that author should know me, most likely my college classmate, and she also has my manuscript in her hand."

Jiang Ye didn't plan to intervene in this matter, it was about reputation and rights, it was better for Su Yan to stand up and speak out.

He had read her Weibo statement, and it was organized, and anyone with a little brain would guess who copied who.

(End of this chapter)