Boss, please let me go

Chapter 50 Trampling the Art
"Of course it's Kexin." Ke Yanshang lied without blushing, and Wen Kexin, who had benefited from the benefits, agreed very cooperatively: "Sister, Kexin misses you."

"Ke Xin, my sister is not free today, can I play with you another day?" Tang Yaya suddenly thought of inviting Ke Yunhan to dinner in the afternoon, so she refused.

Wen Kexin was unhappy when she heard that, "Sister, you must come, otherwise Kexin won't like you!"

"Why?" Tang Yaya was puzzled. It was just a missed appointment. Is it so serious?
"Because Papa Ke said that as long as he tricks you out, he'll buy me a dress... Uh... Uh..." Ke Yanshang quickly covered her mouth with his eyes, but unfortunately he was still a step too late.

"Ke, Yan, Shang!" Tang Yaya couldn't laugh or cry, "Is there something wrong with you? Is this girl only worth a skirt?"

Ke Yanshang thought about it carefully, and then replied seriously: "Actually, all your net worth is not as good as a skirt of Kexin's. Next time, I should give her something cheaper."

"Get out!" Tang Yaya snarled, can you die if you don't hit someone for a day?

Tang Yaya hung up the phone, and after cursing him thousands of times in her heart, she tidied up the dishes depressedly. Ke Yunhan called just as she lay down on the sofa.

Tang Yaya didn't answer either, she just stood on the balcony and looked downstairs, and saw his very eye-catching silver-gray Rolls Royce.

The car window was half open, Ke Yunhan was looking up with a smile on his face, Tang Yaya waved at him, thinking about the weather in City B, turned around and changed into a heavy down jacket, a scarf, and gloves, I can't wait to wear all the clothes I can wear.

From a distance, Ke Yunhan only saw a ball rolling down the stairs at a tortoise's speed, and could only laugh at her exaggerated attire.

Tang Yaya opened the car door and got in. The heater in the car was turned on so high that she had to take off all the heavy clothes she had just put on, and asked as she took off, "Tell me, creditor, where are you going to kill me?"

Ke Yunhan is helpless, how can you say how vicious he is?He curled his lips in dissatisfaction, "I'm not so inhuman, am I?"

"Cut~" Tang Yaya rolled his eyes at him, "I've discovered now that the more handsome you are, the more dark-hearted you are."

Tang Youyang, Chu Lingxuan, Ke Yanshang, and now Ke Yunhan, which one of them didn't look back and smile to be fascinated?But in my heart, I want to be more perverted and perverted!
"I thought you were praising me." Ke Yunhan always kept a proper smile on his face.

Tang Yaya was surprised to discover that he and Ke Yanshang have another big thing in common, that is, both of them have facial paralysis, but one always has a straight face, and the other always hides a knife in a smile.

"Speaking of which, where are we going to eat?" Tang Yaya tried her best to bring back the off topic.

"Didn't you just eat? Can you still eat?" Ke Yunhan looked at her in surprise, as if looking at a pig.

Tang Yaya was a little annoyed, "Didn't I invite you to eat? I'll just watch from the sidelines. Anyway, early slaughter and late slaughter are all slaughter."

"What about after eating?" He suddenly withdrew the smile on his face and looked at her solemnly.

Tang Yaya felt uncomfortable being stared at by him, and licked her lips nervously, "After eating, I won't owe you any more."

"Sorry, I can't eat now." He seemed a little angry, and drove the car very fast.

Tang Yaya, you want to owe me nothing and never have anything to do with each other, but I don't. How can you pay off all you owe me with a meal?

Tang Yaya lay reclining on the back seat, feeling a deep sense of powerlessness. She no longer knew how to get along with him, and she didn't even know why he was angry.

"Hey, can we eat if we can't eat?" She asked him lazily, shaking her scarf with one hand.

"Who said we're going to eat?" Ke Yunhan didn't even give her a look.

"Are you really angry?" Tang Yaya put her hand on his back seat and asked with her head tilted.

Ke Yunhan stared straight ahead, turning a deaf ear to her question.

If Tang Yaya's likable part is making people feel happy, then the annoying part must be that she is too stupid and doesn't know how to wink.

Maybe what she said was just a meal, but he liked to think too much, thinking that she didn't want to have any more contact with him.

Thinking about it this way, he still thought too much.Ke Yunhan sighed, "There's nothing to be angry about."

"Don't be angry, you put on a bad face, just like who owes you millions." Tang Yaya muttered.

"..." Ke Yunhan decided to ignore her.

"Where are you going?" Tang Yaya was really bored, trying to find something to talk about.

"Today there will be a flamenco vita performance at the Downtown Theater, I'll take you to see it."

"Ah?" Tang Yaya listened to this long string of nouns, confused for a long time, "It sounds so tall, so it won't be very expensive, right? I don't have any money."

"Tang Yaya, can you stop raising money at every turn, you are trampling on art." Ke Yunhan couldn't stand her anymore.

"What should I mention if I don't mention money? This is related to whether I lie in bed at night or sleep on the street."

Ke Yunhan raised his forehead, he felt that they could not communicate at all, "It's my job to ask you."

"No." Tang Yaya refused.

"Why?" Ke Yunhan laughed, to be precise, she laughed angrily, "You won't be allowed to pay the money, so why are you hesitating?"

"What if you ask me to pay you again in the future? How can there be a free lunch in the world?" Tang Yaya has no interest in art at all, she only cares about Grandpa Mao in her pocket.

"You really guessed it right, I just want you to owe me, and pay it back slowly for the rest of your life." Ke Yunhan tapped the steering wheel lightly with his fingers, and said with a half-smile.

Tang Yaya's heart trembled, "Shall we go to eat?"

Let alone one meal, two meals or three meals are fine, anyway, just don't owe him a lifetime.

Ke Yunhan had already opened the car door first, and lifted her out of the car like a chicken, "I'm the creditor, listen to me."

Tang Yaya was dragged all the way into the downtown theater, and then looked at the so-called 'art' with a blank face.

The woman on the stage was wearing a long Spanish-style dress, holding two boards in her hand, singing syllables she couldn't understand at all.

Tang Yaya secretly turned her head to glance at Ke Yunhan, but found that he was watching with great interest.

Tang Yaya wrinkled his nose at him, I really don't know what's so good about this crap.

Ke Yunhan seemed to have eyes on the side, and he asked, "Tang Yaya, have you ever thought about improving your connotation and trying to be worthy of the name your parents gave you?"

"No." Tang Yaya replied sullenly.

She is not outstanding, and she doesn't want to learn elegance, not because she can't learn it, but because it's too tiring, like trying to put on a gorgeous coat for herself, trying to play a role that doesn't belong to everyone in front of everyone, She feels tired.

Not only every girl has a princess dream, even every mother has it. They fantasize about dressing their babies as the most dazzling princesses before they are born.

(End of this chapter)