A pillow of greed, the president asks for a divorce

However, when he held the trousers and wanted him to put them on, He Jingshen said casually: "Since you have undertaken it, you must bear it to the end!"

As he spoke, he raised his feet, which meant to ask her to squat down, help him put his pants on, and then put them on.

Ye Wushuang asked herself that when she grew up, even though her family was not as rich and powerful as his, no one dared to insult her like this, and the one step ahead of the anger in her heart turned out to be—grievance.

Yes, she suddenly felt aggrieved, and her eyes were red from being aggrieved.

Originally, his face was not very good-looking due to airsickness, and he was slightly pale. Now his eyes are red, and they set off each other. The whole person is like a puppy that has fallen into the water, which is extremely pitiful.

When He Jingshen looked at her, he felt panicked and suffocated, which could make him suffocate and suffocate!

It's clear that I didn't do anything, he is a man, and she is her husband, she is flirting with other men in front of her, it would be strange if she was indifferent!

Besides, when he got on the plane, he didn't do anything to her. It was she who vomited all over him, and now she was so wronged that she shed tears!

"Enough!" The young master of the He family snorted impatiently, then snatched the clothes and pants from her hand, and said in a cold voice, "Go out! I have hands and feet, I can wear them myself !"

The person in front of her who was still sobbing softly with her head down suddenly raised her head and glanced at him when she heard the words, then, without saying anything, she turned around and left quickly.

He Jingshen was holding his pants and trying to put them on, but he was in a daze at the moment.

Is she—playing with herself?

In fact, Ye Wushuang didn't intend to trick him or not to trick him, but just felt too uncomfortable, both physically and psychologically, and facing He Jingshen, that bastard never said anything good, she He didn't want to wrong himself anymore, so as soon as he let her go, she left immediately.

Back on the seat, the stewardess had already cleaned it up, and it was exactly the same as before she vomited.

Ye Wushuang sat down and looked at the blue sky and white clouds outside through the small window beside her. The vast sky seemed to make her feel more relaxed.

The figure of Pei Yicheng kept reappearing in his mind, and every time he thought about it, it hurt even more. In this way, He Jingshen didn't even notice when he came back.

Although the young master of the He family disliked his poorly made clothes, he had no choice now, so he just let it go.

But well, clothes are worn by people, some people can wear trendy brands as street stalls, and some people can wear street stalls as fashion brands.

He Jingshen was born with a good figure, so he naturally belonged to the latter. He could wear any clothes and upper body with temperament.

It's just that the woman next to him hasn't looked at him since he returned to his seat!

At the beginning, He Jingshen was still angry, but gradually he wanted to get angry, but Ye Wushuang was completely immersed in his own thoughts, and she never felt half of the anger of the people next to him.

So, a certain person finally couldn't hold back his anxiety and anger, clenched his fists to his lips, and coughed.

Ye Wushuang was frightened, and turned to look at him with wide-open eyes, his eyes quickly went up and down, and then fixed.

It's like -- you're ready to be complimented, and the other person asks 'Are you an alien? ', a blow to the head, that's about it!