The 365-day trial marriage of the male god: the sweet wife is a bit wild

Chapter 809 Even you are a cover

A pretty face, so pale that no trace of blood could be seen.

Shan Hanjie stood by the car door, his resolute face was expressionless, and a pair of deep eyes shone with a strange light.

Looking at her squatting body by the side of the road, the hands beside her were silently tightened, and the back of her hands was tinged with blue veins.

Forbearance did not go forward.

Qin Youxuan returned to the car by herself.

Turning her head to look at the man who had returned to the driver's seat one step ahead of her, a look of sadness flashed across her cat's eyes, without speaking, she reached out to fasten her seat belt.

The car restarted.

This time, Shan Hanjie didn't drive fast.

He drove steadily all the way to the private villa, watched her get out of the car, holding the steering wheel with both hands, Wei An's body remained motionless.

"Shan Hanjie, can we talk?"

Seeing that he was about to leave, Qin Youxuan suddenly made a sound.

"..."

Shan Hanjie paused his hand in gear and looked up at her.

Facing her pure cat eyes, he gasped in his chest, turned off the engine, opened the door and got out of the car.

Walk straight towards the villa.

When passing by her, he didn't even stop.

Qin Youxuan looked at his back, her eyes dimmed, and she bit her lip tightly.

She didn't know what she did wrong, and he suddenly became angry.

"Where's Shan Hanjie?"

Qin Youxuan walked into the living room, turned her head and glanced at the huge living room, but there was no one.

"Young Mistress, Master Jie went upstairs. Didn't you guys go to the food fair? Why did you come back so quickly? Are you going to prepare lunch again?" the butler poked his head out of the kitchen and asked suspiciously.

"No, we'll talk about it later."

Qin Youxuan responded with a word, and stepped upstairs.

Back in the room, Shan Hanjie was not there.

The cat's eyes turned, and Qin Youxuan left the room and walked to his study.

She knew he was inside.

Across the door, Qin Youxuan stared down at her thumbs, hesitating whether to knock on the door.

After a while, she stretched out her hand and pushed the door of the study.

The door was not closed tightly, Qin Youxuan walked in.

The tall figure of Shan Hanjie was standing in front of the window sill, the windows of the study were all opened, and the sunlight passed through the window sill and shone on the log desk.

A gust of wind blew over, crackling the paper on the desk.

He turned his back to her, and didn't even turn his head when he heard footsteps.

"Whatever you want to see, put it on the table."

Shan Hanjie's deep voice suddenly sounded, with a hint of coldness.

"..."

Qin Youxuan turned her head and glanced at the things on the desk, instead of looking through them, she stepped forward.

Walking to the window sill, she put her arms around his waist from behind.

"I don't want to see anything, Shan Hanjie, are you angry?"

"Angry? Am I qualified? Now you are doubting me." Shan Hanjie turned around suddenly, and pulled her to the desk.

"I don't want to know the truth. The truth is that I did use you. The Ye family's charity dinner is a cover. Even you are a cover. The old man thinks you are my weakness. If you are here, he will not be suspicious of me. With you attending, it was planned early in the morning, and I just want that batch of goods."

"..."

"The media has been holding on to the bombing for the past few days. I'm afraid you know, so I've been by your side. Even the Food Fair, from the very beginning, I designed it for you to attract the media, and now all the effects have been achieved. , why should I be angry!"

The veins on Shan Hanjie's forehead popped out, his eyes were red, and he gritted his teeth fiercely.

"Qin Youxuan, this is the man you thought loved you deeply, and I even took advantage of you."

"I didn't think so..."

"Since there isn't one, you should listen to my arrangement and leave when you see the media today!" Shan Hanjie roared angrily, throwing the newspapers and magazines on the table, and the pile of papers scattered all over the floor.

(End of this chapter)