A pillow of greed, the president asks for a divorce

When He Jingshen came up, Ye Wushuang had just hung up on the phone of her friend Gu Chaoluo. Her friend was fine, and she finally felt better.

The person at the door stretched out his hand to hold the doorknob, and turned it, but he couldn't turn it!

He Jingshen was really taken aback for a moment, he had lived here for so many years, and this was the first time he had encountered such a thing - he was actually locked out of the door!

The people inside naturally heard the movement, but she had no intention of going forward to open the door.

On the contrary, Ye Wushuang slowly lay back, gathered the quilt, and began to sleep!

He Jingshen stood outside and waited. In fact, only a minute had passed, but it felt like a century had passed, and the lofty self-esteem of the young master of the He family had been severely hit.

He walked to the guardrail and looked downstairs, it seemed that Grandpa hadn't come back yet, so——

"Ye Wushuang, open the door!"

The people inside didn't seem to hear it, and there was no sound at all, let alone came to open the door.

He Jingshen gritted his teeth, "I'll say it again, open the door!"

At this moment, Ye Wushuang's mind is full of images of being drowsy in the ward that day. She remembers seeing A Cheng, who was wearing a white coat and called herself a silly girl.

But when she woke up, she found that she was at home and there was no Ah Cheng at all.

Did he miss him so much that he hallucinated when he was sick?It's impossible that he really came back, did he really appear?

When she was bitterly laughing at herself, the door suddenly slammed open and was kicked open from the outside.

The lights in the room hadn't been turned on yet, and when she looked up, she saw He Jingshen standing there with a gloomy face, and anger was surging in those deep eyes.

"Do you think I can't come in if you lock the door?"

"No," Ye Wushuang's tone was flat, and he looked away from him, but what he said was enough to piss people off: "I knew you would kick the door."

He Jingshen was really so angry that blood rushed down his throat. What she meant by this was - aren't you very good at kicking doors?Then I will deliberately not let you kick in!

"Ye Wushuang—!" The young master of the He family came to her like a gust of wind and grabbed her arm.

His expression was ferocious, as if he wanted to kill her alive, Ye Wushuang froze instinctively, but after he recovered, he felt carefully, and found that although he was holding her arm, in fact, he didn't use much strength .

It's like adults scaring children, just pretending.

"Are you going to sleep here?" she asked.

He Jingshen remained silent, just staring at her with deep cold eyes, like a bottomless cold pool.

At this moment, Ye Wushuang pulled his hand away, lifted the quilt and got out of bed, and turned his back to him: "If you want to sleep here, then I will sleep in the guest room."

She walked gracefully and resolutely, He Jingshen's chest felt tight, he stood up abruptly, and shouted at her back angrily: "What are you doing? I didn't ask you to take a cold shower! Are you blaming me now?"

"I dare not!"

The person who had been indifferent all this time suddenly turned around, and disgust was clearly displayed on that exquisite and beautiful little face.

The apex of the heart seemed to be pricked by something, and after a second of sharp pain, it was uncomfortable.

In the huge room, the two looked at each other. The always strong man naturally didn't allow himself to give in at this moment, even though he deeply understood that what he just said was wrong.