President, you're just a spare tire

Chapter 159 The Long Road: Photos

The secretary knocked on the door, and he softly agreed, "Come in."

The door opened, and the person following the secretary was indeed the person he had expected. He leaned back on the boss's chair, a smile that didn't reach his eyes, "Mr. Su?"

The Bao Ke pen in his hand was pinched in his fingertips, and the corner of his mouth raised a trace of mockery, "I really don't know what relationship you have with the Su family... you have the nerve to call yourself Mr. Su..."

Su Yaoyang's contemptuous tone did not make the other party unhappy. The man smiled quietly and looked at Su Yaoyang.

The visitor was not polite, he pulled the leather chair opposite Su Yaoyang and sat down, with a smile on his face, "Su Yaoyang, long time no see, you are much older than five years ago."

Su Yaoyang was not angry, he just waved his hand smartly, "Miss Ji, please give us two glasses of Louis XVI..."

"Okay, please wait a moment, President." The secretary turned around very politely.

"I haven't seen you for five years. I don't know if you are still the same as before. You like this kind of red wine. Although the price is not the most expensive, among all the red wines, I think it has the most flavor."

Su Yaohui sat down quietly, wrapped himself in the leather chair firmly, put his feet on the desk opposite Su Yaoyang, looking like a libertine.

Su Yaoyang didn't mind, "Yaohui, I haven't seen you for five years. You are still as unruly and uneducated as you were five years ago."

Not long after, he seemed to think of something again, and patted himself on the head, "Oh... I almost forgot, you were born by your mother who is still in prison and another man who stole a man, did you have a father? Daddy, of course he doesn’t understand the rules.”

Su Yaohui sat up suddenly, "Su Yaoyang, you..."

"Oh...Hui, it's wrong for you to do this. When you point one finger at me, don't forget that you still have four fingers pointing at yourself. You must be the one who loves you." Su Yaoyang blinked and smiled at him, and the mockery at the corner of his mouth made him look more at ease.

Facing Su Yaohui, although he hadn't seen him for five years, in the business field, only by letting his opponent get restless first, would he have a chance of winning with one blow!

Su Yaohui was a little speechless, but he still managed to suppress a laugh, took the Louis XVI handed over by the secretary, and raised the tall glass towards Su Yaoyang, "Su Yaoyang, don't talk too fast, next second, You'll regret telling me something."

Su Yaoyang raised his wine glass and made a gesture of clinking glasses towards him, "Su Yaohui, I haven't seen such a big storm of life and death? You don't need to pretend to scare me..."

The red wine in the glass rolls on the tip of the tongue, with a numb feeling stimulated by alcohol. Su Yaohui put down the wine glass, took out something from his arms, and put it in front of Su Yaoyang.

"Su Yaoyang, open it!"

Su Yaohui's eyes were full of mockery. In his opinion, Su Yaoyang might not dare to open it at all.

He sat down opposite Su Yaoyang, waiting to see his next expression, maybe, the happiest thing in this life will be in this second.

Su Yaoyang reached out to take the paper bag, tore open the seal of the paper bag, and a stack of photos fell out of it.

The people in the photos, either have blurred eyes, or sultry movements, or various poses, tempting men to commit crimes. I have seen dozens of photos, but none of them are wearing clothes, and some parts are even taken close-ups, so clear And it was really in front of Su Yaoyang.

He is not familiar with the woman and her body in the photo. She is beautiful, sexy, voluptuous, and indescribable in the photo. Everywhere is the most primitive beauty of a woman.

The scar on her lower abdomen caught Su Yaoyang by surprise. The photo fell on the ground, and he bent down to pick it up.

No one saw the gleam of anger flashing across his eyes, the anger that almost burned the entire Su Yaohui to ashes, instantly ignited.

"Su Yaoyang, how are you? My photography skills are good, right?" Su Yaohui was quite proud of himself while holding a glass of red wine.

Although this photo came out of his hand, it was not taken by him. In the photo, Chang Yihuan has a real face and expression without any precautions. Only a top photographer sitting in front of the probe can capture such a shocking image. Amazing photos.

Although Su Yaohui has selfish intentions, he wants to keep these photos as his own, but he wants to see Su Yaoyang's expression when he sees his beloved woman with other men.

So, he stole those photos while he was not paying attention while taking pictures.

For the sake of Chang Yihuan's safety, he didn't copy them, so these photos are only in his hands.

It took Su Yaoyang three seconds to calm down, and when he sat back in front of Su Yaohui, his calm eyes were still calm and free.

"The person taking the photo is very skilled, but the model in the photo is too bad!"

He was still worried about that woman, he didn't expect that she would climb into someone else's bed so quickly, even a blind man could see that she didn't have the slightest resistance in these photos.

Su Yaoyang was angry, and he was more angry with Chang Yihuan. He had clearly told her that if she asked her to wait for him and give him time, he would definitely give Tongtong and her a home.

But what about her?

Can't stand the loneliness so much?

It took only one turn, a week, but she had already climbed onto Su Yaohui's bed.

A huge wave of anger was brewing in Su Yaoyang's heart. If Chang Yihuan was in front of him, he might strangle her to death.

Su Yaohui didn't see the scene he imagined, and smiled, "To be precise, she is not a model, you should know her, maybe, you are more familiar with her than me..."

"She has a good figure, round and round. Every time I have sex with her, I can't help my excitement. Many times, just looking at her delicate skin makes me feel shamefully hard."

There was a terrible coldness in Su Yaoyang's eyes, a kind of ashes-like desolation, it only took him a second to calm down that feeling, and then put on a face without any expression.

"Su Yaohui, she has a good figure, but she is not intact. She gave everything to me because she loves me, but what about you?"

"What you got is just a body that I'm tired of using and don't want to use anymore..."

He used the most ruthless words to scold the woman he cared about the most, and even pretended not to care about her.

Su Yaohui took a breath.

His well-designed plan didn't make Su Yaoyang go wrong, that man couldn't even see a little bit of anger, he couldn't believe his eyes.

Doesn't he care about Chang Yihuan?
Could it be that Su Yaoyang really has no heart?

He thought that if he caught Su Yaoyang's weakness, he could step on him. For the first time, he felt that he didn't have a hearty feeling. What he had was a bitterness close to disappointment.

(End of this chapter)