I finally managed to break free from Pei Xingyue, who was becoming more and more unreasonable.
Jiang Ye locked himself in the bathroom and realized it later.
This is not his home.
There were no toiletries or change of clothes.
With a blackened face, he went out again.
"Aye, are you done washing? So soon?"
"...No, I'm going home to get something. Give me the key."
"If you don't give it to me, you'll leave and never come back."
"Won't."
"You do. What do you want? Clothes or toiletries? I'll find them for you."
Ten minutes later, bathroom.
Jiang Ye was holding a complete set of unopened toiletries and a set of men's clothing still in a gift box, his face full of doubts.
He understands about toiletries, and it's normal to have a few extra sets of replacements at home.
Where did this men's clothing come from?
Is this prepared for Uncle Pei?
With doubts in his mind, he quickly washed up.
Until he changed into the men's clothes, his brows were furrowed.
The pants are too short, so I can only button the bottom few buttons of my shirt, and I can't button the top at all.
He had never seen Uncle Pei, but he thought that his body size would not be much different from that of his old man.
Something is wrong, very wrong, about clothes that are so skinny.
When he came out in this ill-fitting suit, his eyes were deep, as if a storm was brewing.
Who was the original owner of this clothes? Yueyue is a girl, where did these men's clothes come from?
This time, Pei Xingyue didn't need to take the initiative. Jiang Ye took the initiative and pressed Pei Xingyue, who was sitting obediently and browsing her phone, between himself and the sofa.
"Yueyue, where did you get this dress?"
Pei Xingyue said nothing, looking at Jiang Ye's chest and half of his abdominal muscles exposed because he couldn't button his shirt completely.
His eyes lit up instantly, and he didn't even listen to Jiang Ye's question, but reached out to touch it.
Just as she pressed it and before she could slide it, Jiang Ye grabbed her wrist.
"Yueyue, be good and tell me who this dress belongs to."
"Are you mean to me?"
"I don't."
"You did. You grabbed my hand and you questioned me. You were just being mean to me."
Jiang Ye reluctantly let go of his hand, and Pei Xingyue immediately touched him again.
Poking and sliding, having a lot of fun.
I didn't notice that Jiang Ye's breathing was getting heavier.
God knows that Jiang Ye is so angry and anxious now, he really wants to do whatever he wants and give Pei Xingyue an unforgettable night.
But looking at her innocent look, he forced himself to hold back and spoke again, suppressing his discomfort.
"Yueyue, where did you get this dress?"
"Shen Junhao's..."
Before Pei Xingyue could finish her words, Jiang Ye pushed her down on the sofa.
Her big eyes were filled with doubts.
Looking at Jiang Ye, who suddenly exuded a dangerous aura, he shrank his neck.
"Yueyue, you took your ex-fiancé's clothes and gave them to your current boyfriend?"
"No, can't I..."
"What do you think?"
Jiang Ye's eyes were dangerous, he pinched Pei Xingyue's chin and kissed her.
Pei Xingyue was dizzy from the sudden kiss.
Forced to endure it, his eyes gradually became misty.
He blinked and looked at Jiang Ye, who looked unhappy.
Jiang Ye spoke in a low voice, and his fingertips brushed the moisture in the corners of Pei Xingyue's eyes, as if he was trying hard to endure something.
"Yueyue, tell me, why did you keep his things?"
Pei Xingyue was dazed and reached out to hug his neck, her voice soft.
“I bought it, why can’t I keep it?
What a scumbag! I customized this outfit for him as a gift in advance.
He was having an affair with another woman..."
Pei Xingyue was halfway through her words when Jiang Ye stopped her mouth again.
When he stood up, Pei Xingyue's eyes were already filled with tears, and she clenched her fists and hit Jiang Ye's chest repeatedly.
"I hate Ah Ye, I hate you, you bit me, you are a bad person."
The soft beating posed no threat to Jiang Ye. Looking at the grumpy Pei Xingyue, the smile on his lips deepened.
"Well, I'm a bad guy, and I don't want to hear you talk about other men."
"I was wrong..."
Pei Xingyue looked so pitiful that Jiang Ye's heart softened instantly.
He reached out to pull her up, but was caught off guard and bitten by Pei Xingyue who was waiting for him secretly.
Looking at the clear teeth marks on his arm, Jiang Ye laughed angrily.
"Yueyue, you are not behaving well."
Jiang Ye possessed her and wanted to kiss her lips again.
She blocked it by pulling half of her shirt.
"You're a big bad guy."
"Huh? I'm the big bad guy, so Yueyue pulled the big bad guy's clothes to block him.
What are you thinking? Throw yourself into someone's arms?"
"Just block it, I bought it."
"Yueyue, are you a child?"
"No?"
Jiang Ye sighed, and he couldn't get angry at all.
He felt that the drunk Pei Xingyue was a child and he was sick.
Talking to a naive girlfriend who isn't very sober about her ex-fiancé.
Helpless Young Master Jiang could only work hard and carry the angry Pei Xingyue back to her room.
I tucked the quilt in carefully and coaxed her to sleep.
"Be good, it's late, you should go to bed."
"Hmph, get out. I don't want to see you, you big bad guy."
Pei Xingyue rolled up the quilt, turned her back, and soon fell into a deep sleep.
Jiang Ye left her room with a wry smile, thinking that he should not let Pei Xingyue drink alcohol casually in the future, at least not before marriage.
It's so tiring.
Testing his bottom line every minute.
The next day.
When Pei Xingyue woke up, he rubbed his head and looked at the familiar house.
I somehow felt like something was not right.
Was she drunk last night?
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