Sir, please…please mark me! (12)

At the school gate, Xi Yihan was sitting in the car, with the yellow lights of the Maybach car shining ahead. He lit a cigarette with one hand, and a thin cloud of smoke floated out from his fingertips and out of the car window.

When Jiang Ye saw Xi Yihan, what he saw was Xi Yihan's face hidden behind the car window and the thin smoke.

A handsome man who doesn't seem like he belongs in the real world.

Just like in comics and movies, he is meticulously designed, with every stroke, every movement, impeccable and perfect.

"Get in the car, it's cool outside."

Xi Yihan put out his cigarette and turned on the air purifier in the car.

Jiang Ye looked at Xi Yihan's crystal white fingers with distinct knuckles, pursed his lips, got into the car and sat in the passenger seat.

"Thank you."

Xi Yihan turned his head and looked into Jiang Ye's eyes: "So unfamiliar?"

Jiang Ye felt uneasy being stared at.

"You waited for me at the school gate...shouldn't I say thank you?"

Xi Yihan had a faint smell of cigarettes and pheromones on his body, and his masculine aura was stronger than usual, as if he would invade you at any moment with full of hormones.

He was silent for a few seconds and said, "Too polite is not a good thing."

Jiang Ye began to regret that he shouldn't have said thank you.

Xi Yihan's figure suddenly approached, and his aura was just as overbearing and fierce as imagined, making people involuntarily hold their breath.

The man looked at Jiang Ye's face with his sharp and narrow eyes, and his voice fell into the limited space of the carriage, low and pleasant.

"You could be a little more lively... a little more natural."

Jiang Ye felt even more uncomfortable after hearing Xi Yihan's words.

Is he unnatural?

[It's unnatural! If you were natural, host, you would probably press Xi Yihan against the car seat and give him a kiss!]

Jiang Ye never thought that the image of himself in Xiao Junju's mind was so bold.

"I--you're too close to me, I can't be natural..."

They all belong to Xi Yihan, the smell of an alpha. As an omega, his heartbeat really speeds up for no apparent reason, and he becomes weak and surrenders.

Xi Yihan paused.

"Are you shy?"

I was too close to him, so I couldn't be natural. It could also be understood as shyness.

Jiang Ye: "...It's okay, maybe a little."

If you're shy, that's fine.

Someone is just worried that Jiang Ye doesn't like him.

In the car, the smell of two pheromones mixed. Jiang Ye originally thought that Xi Yihan was going to drive the car, but he didn't see Xi Yihan take any action for a long time. He didn't drive the car, nor did he say anything. He just looked at him.

"So what can you do so you won't be so shy?"

Xi Yihan finally spoke, but Jiang Ye couldn't find the right words to respond.

Being shy is being shy, and Jiang Ye doesn't know what to do to change.

"How do you feel about getting closer?"

Xi Yihan looked at Jiang Ye with his dark and deep eyes. Jiang Ye blinked in confusion, still thinking about the meaning behind shortening the distance.

The next moment, Xi Yihan's face was seen getting closer and closer.

The handsome face enlarged in his mind, and his heartbeat naturally accelerated. Jiang Ye felt that the blood in his body seemed to heat up involuntarily, and the air was filled with Xi Yihan's aura.

One second, two seconds.

In the face of Jiang Ye's inaction, Xi Yihan took this as tacit approval.

Xi Yihan slowly and gently kissed Jiang Ye's lips.

Jiang Ye's lips not only looked bright, but also felt soft and plump when kissed, like tempting jelly, making people want to suck and taste it. Xi Yihan licked Jiang Ye's lips gently, and seemed to have tasted the fragrance of grapefruit.

The tip of the tongue gently pried open the teeth, went straight in, wrapped around Jiang Ye's softness, and began to roll around in the narrow, humid and hot area. The trembling pleasure was transmitted to the nerves, and even the kiss made the body hot, as if in the clouds.

Jiang Ye felt as if he was about to faint, his brain was deprived of oxygen and his thoughts stagnated.

"That's enough..."

Jiang Ye's lips were blocked from time to time, and in each gap he made intermittent syllables like moans: "That's enough, no more kissing..."

Xi Yihan then ended the kiss.

He gently rubbed Jiang Ye's head, his affection evident in his actions.

"Do more intimate things. Once you get used to it, you won't be shy anymore."

Jiang Ye: ...Isn’t this point of view very strange?

Obviously, I tend to be shy when doing intimate things.

However, Jiang Ye could no longer raise his head to discuss such a boring topic with Xi Yihan.

Compared to the kiss just now, there's no point in continuing to talk.

…

During the drive home, Xi Yihan did not mention the fashion show. Jiang Ye recalled the kiss just now and thought sadly -

Sure enough, in Xi Yihan's eyes, there was nothing worth mentioning about his own design.

[Host, you don’t care about Xi Yihan’s opinion on your work!] Jiang Ye had figured it out at the fashion show.

But now Jiang Ye couldn't figure it out again.

Because of Xi Yihan's kiss just now, his emotions became sensitive again... and he wanted Xi Yihan's recognition and praise.

When they got home, it was late at night and Jiang Ye lay beside Xi Yihan.

The lights in the room were turned off. Jiang Ye should have been concentrating on sleeping, but he couldn't help but turn his head to look at Xi Yihan. He couldn't help but ask several times - Mr. Xi, what do you think of my work?

Jiang Ye didn't know that Xi Yihan also had something to say and really wanted to talk to him, but he kept taking it back.

"Jiang Ye."

The sound cut through the night sky. Jiang Ye was suddenly called and let out a nervous "ah".

Xi Yihan turned his head slightly and looked in the direction of Jiang Ye. His magnetic and hoarse voice became even deeper and clearer in the darkness.

"I want to wear the clothes you designed, too."

It was like an illusion. Jiang Ye heard from Xi Yihan's tone that he had to design clothes for him. It was as if Xi Yihan really wanted to wear the clothes he designed...

Such toughness and dominance made Jiang Ye suddenly feel ecstatic at being recognized.

"Hmm..." Jiang Ye suppressed his turbulent emotions and tried to calmly reply: "If you want to wear clothes designed by me, I will design them for you when I have time."

Xi Yihan emphasized in a slightly stubborn voice: "You have to do it yourself."

Xi Yihan didn't say that he was jealous.

The model on the catwalk was wearing clothes designed by Ye, which were made by Jiang Ye himself.

It makes me jealous just thinking about it.

Of course, I appreciate it.

But appreciation pales in comparison to jealousy.

…

Jiang Ye didn't hear Xi Yihan praising his work all night.

But when Jiang Ye heard Xi Yihan say that he also wanted to wear the clothes he designed, he felt that this was the greatest recognition!

My whole body feels so bloated that I can even sleep soundly.

Jiang Ye spent the next period of time drawing designs for Xi Yihan. Xi Yihan was tall and elegant, and looked good in anything he wore, which made Jiang Ye not know where to start...

It is precisely because Xi Yihan looks good in anything he wears that Jiang Ye is afraid that the clothes he designs will be just like those ordinary clothes and will be overshadowed by Xi Yihan's own brilliance.

"I'm not in a hurry, you don't have to be so tired."

Xi Yihan appeared behind Jiang Ye, who was sitting at the desk drawing a design.

Next to it is a trash can, which is full of discarded manuscripts that Jiang Ye is not satisfied with.

Jiang Ye shook his head and said, "I'm not tired... I'm just sitting around doing nothing anyway."

Of course he wouldn't say that he had lost a lot of hair because of this incident.

the other side.

Jiang's father Jiang Hanhai finally finished his work and found time to return home.

Jiang Hanhai, Lan Yingying, and Jiang Haoming sat around the dining table.

"Hubby, do you know how amazing Haoming is? The clothes he designed for this fashion show really made me proud!"

Jiang Haoming sat in his seat in a gentle and polite manner, looking like an obedient and sensible boy.

Jiang Hanhai didn't take it to heart, but asked directly: "What about Jiang Ye? Have you taken good care of him during the time I was away?"

"Yes, I bought him a lot of clothes and gave him a bank card."

"Not only that, remember to meet with him more often and communicate with him more often when you have time. We have wronged him over the years and we need to make amends."

At the beginning, Jiang Hanhai never thought of forcing Jiang Ye to marry Xi Yihan.

But when he heard that it was Jiang Ye who took the initiative, he didn't know what to say.

Thinking about it now, I feel quite regretful.

"I have decided to transfer 50% of my shares to Jiang Ye next month."

The sudden news really scared Lan Yingying.

Jiang Haoming, who was standing by, was even more shocked and looked at Jiang Hanhai in disbelief.

Fifty percent of the shares? Transferred to Jiang Ye?

That’s hundreds of millions of dollars in assets!

"Hubby, A-ye hasn't even graduated from university yet, what does he want these shares for..."

"It doesn't matter what he does. What matters is that he is our biological son. In the end, he is helping our family to get married. Fifty percent is too little."

Jiang Hanhai's preference was evident in his words: "When I can no longer work, as long as he is willing, it's fine for him to inherit his father's business."

Jiang Haoming clenched his hands under the table into fists so tightly that his teeth were almost broken.

What a good example of a son following in his father's footsteps.

What about him? Does Jiang Hanhai still have any regard for him?

Could it be that his existence over the years is no match for Jiang Ye who suddenly returned?

…

Jiang Ye doesn't know yet that he will become a billionaire in another month.

At this moment, he is still drawing the design despite the risk of going bald.

That night, Jiang Ye came out of the school library, and there was a cool breeze blowing around him. He walked out of the school gate holding the Fashion Design Theory borrowed from the library.

Just behind Jiang Ye, several sneaky figures suddenly appeared.

They were all desperate criminals hired at high prices from the black market.

Kidnapping, murder, anything.

Sensing the danger, Jiang Ye turned around and saw someone trying to cover his mouth, so he quickly hid behind someone.

Then, a pair of hands suddenly caught him from behind.

"Come here." Xi Yihan's voice suddenly rang out, pulling him behind him.

When those people saw a stranger suddenly appear, they did not stop. Instead, they took out their knives and fought with Jiang Ye and Xi Yihan.

The area nearby happened to be deserted and remote. There were no students out at night, and the vendors had closed their stalls. Even the street lights were several meters away.

The knives stabbed at him as densely as raindrops. Even though Xi Yihan had practiced fighting, he was inevitably stabbed in the arm.

But the guys on the opposite side were not to be trifled with either, and Xi Yihan's fists and feet quickly knocked them down.

Before these people got up, Xi Yihan pulled Jiang Ye and ran to the other side where the street lights were brighter. Jiang Ye was well protected throughout the whole process.

"Your hand is injured."

Jiang Ye frowned and looked at Xi Yihan's bleeding arm with a worried look.