President, you're just a spare tire

Chapter 192 Grand Finale: Sweet Side Story (1)
Su Yaoyang and Chang Yihuan returned to China to attend Tang Jiyao's wedding. Chang Yile specially sent her blessings, but her eyes kept on Su Yaoyang.

Chang Yihuan was a little unhappy, looked up at Su Yaoyang: "That Lele..."

Su Yaoyang turned cold: "You just need to look at me alone."

No more words from now on.

Entering the meeting place, many people came towards Su Yaoyang, some of them recognized Chang Yihuan, and they all looked embarrassed during the conversation.

Su Yaoyang didn't shy away from it either, he chatted with everyone with a smile, Yihuan didn't listen carefully from the beginning to the end, the hand on his arm slipped down silently, but he pulled it back forcefully in an instant.

The champagne glass in her hand was empty for several rounds, she couldn't get involved in the conversation between their men, and the eyes of those people looking at her made her feel like she was sitting on pins and needles.

"I want to sit next to you."

Hearing this, Su Yaoyang turned his head to look at her, but didn't speak, just as the waiter passed by with a tray, he changed another glass for her, but she was not allowed to leave.

Finally, there was no one around, and Yihuan's mouth was full of the unique sweet taste of champagne. Su Yaoyang left the work of dealing with people to the male assistant, and walked out of the lobby with her to the outside terrace.

The stars were hidden under the night, and there was no starlight. Seeing her frowning, I stretched out my fingers to smooth it out for her, "This kind of occasion will never happen again in the future. This time, you have to be patient."

Yihuan felt a little dizzy, the night was a little dark, and her eyes seemed to be struggling. Although night blindness had improved, her eyesight was still not good at night.

Encircling her waist with strong arms, Su Yaoyang carried her onto the balcony lightly and deftly.

His chin was resting on her left shoulder, and she smelled wine all over her body, which was very faint. When she got closer and sniffed lightly, Su Yaoyang became slightly drunk: "Do you know why I brought you here?"

His breath tickled her heart, she was not used to his intimacy, and wanted to push him away.

"Be careful of falling." Su Yaoyang warned, hugging her even tighter.

"Because you want me to be trained on this occasion."

"You're half right," his voice whispered on her sensitive neck, and his thin lips seemed to stick to her skin. The small piece of her skin was a little numb, and she didn't know whether it was cold or hot. Listening to him He whispered in his ear, "The more important reason is that now all of them know about my relationship with you--"

"—you can't escape anymore."

Intuition is about to argue for myself, "I ran away? You provoked too much."

"Provoke?" Su Yaoyang chewed the word carefully, ambiguous, provocative, provocative... He smiled, "That's right, as long as you don't use my tricks against other men, whatever you say is right."

It doesn't make sense, the lips of the donkey are not the mouth of the horse, and Yihuan can only sigh that the communication between them has always been a big problem.

During the silence, Su Yaoyang gnawed at her slippery neck, a little itchy, and she trembled slightly.

"Yi Huan..."

"Wife..."

"I won't force you to do anything else, as long as you are like this..."...stay by my side, that's fine.

"In public, please pay attention to your image."

The abrupt male voice stuck Su Yaoyang's words in the middle, the dark terrace, the bright venue, and a person standing at the junction of light and darkness.

Can't see the face clearly, but Yi Huan can hear the voice.

Su Yaoyang let go of her, and at the same time Yihuan jumped off the balcony and straightened his clothes.

Tang Jiyao swayed slowly with the handle of the wine glass between his fingers: "I'm a little drunk, I want to come outside to enjoy the cold wind, don't you bother me?"

During the conversation, he had already walked to the side of the two of them, half of his body leaned out of the terrace, overlooking the neon long dragon on the street.

Su Yaoyang remained silent, and was about to leave with his legs. When he passed by Tang Jiyao, Tang Jiyao smiled and said, "Ouyang Yu is looking for you."

Su Yaoyang paused because of the half-smile that Tang Jiyao's mouth curled up.

His woman was present, so he couldn't say anything. Su Yaoyang didn't stop, but before he entered the venue, Tang Jiyao said, "Good luck."

Tang Jiyao's words were ambiguous, and when the words fell, he did not forget to glance at Huan.

The two men were at war with each other, and Chang Yihuan was in the middle, not knowing what to do. Tang Jiyao looked at her with gentle eyes, but to Su Yaoyang, his words were full of ridicule.

Su Yaoyang's sharp edges and corners reveal a cold handsomeness, how could Tang Jiyao's such a light and clever sentence irritate him?

Yi Huan didn't have time to think about it, Su Yaoyang had already left her behind, regained his senses, reached out and grabbed Tang Jiyaozuo's tie, and paused every word like ice crystal: "Don't play tricks on me."

"He came to you at my wedding, and didn't say anything else," Tang Jiyao still looked lazy, "Why do you think he came to you?"

The two got closer, almost whispering, the wind on the balcony covered everything, Yihuan's skirt was blown up, and fluttered into a shadow in the dark, she knew that she should stay where she was, and do nothing asked, but she couldn't.

When she approached them, she seemed to be coming in the light of Youlan. She could clearly see Su Yaoyang's anger and Tang Jiyao's avoidance. Unfortunately, she was an outsider in their confrontation.

After thinking about it, Yihuan said to Su Yaoyang: "It's a bit cold, I want to go in."

Su Yaoyang's eyes froze. The hand she pressed on the back of his hand was really cold. Looking at her exposed round shoulders, the web of anger slowly receded. Su Yaoyang let go of the tight tie in his hand, Glancing at Tang Jiyao, pursing his lips tightly, he entered the venue without looking back.

The two left hand in hand, leaving Tang Jiyao alone, in this dark and starless corner, he couldn't help being stunned under extreme surprise.

It took a long time for Tang Jiyao to react, turned around slowly, and turned to the boundless sky, wondering if he should be happy about it.

Yihuan, my inexplicably extra younger sister, this man is already willing to become gentle for you, come on... Ouyang Yu was anxiously wandering around the venue, and finally saw Su Yaoyang, walked over: "Man Luo she..."

Yihuan also saw this man in a well-fitting suit, walking steadily, and suddenly aged ten years. Yihuan couldn't help asking, "What's wrong with Man Luo?"

"I need to talk to Yang alone, Miss Chang, is that okay?" Ouyang Yu looked at Yihuan very flatly.

Yihuan nodded, let go of Su Yaoyang's hand, and watched him and Ouyang Yu walk into the next VIP room.

After a while, Su Yaoyang came out, propped his hands on the bar, poured hot vodka with his head up, his lips were pursed thinly, Yihuan hurried over, sat on the extension high school chair, and looked at him for a moment across the bar.

He looked even more tired than her.

Su Yaoyang, who was always invincible, also looked tired.

"What did Ouyang Yu say? What's wrong with Manluo?" Seeing his eyes flash, Yihuan stopped and didn't say any more.

Aggressive, she still can't learn.

The woman hesitated to speak, Su Yaoyang couldn't help but glanced at her, "Man Luo... is dead..."

"What conditions did you agree to Ouyang Yu?"

Su Yaoyang was not surprised, so he poured her a glass, pushed it in front of her, and said calmly, "Please don't ask anything."

He kept his secret from others, or was he just unwilling to tell her?
There was light on the wine, and when Yihuan looked down, he felt that the light was too dim, just like him to her.

In the rest room, there was no sound at all.

Su Yaoyang's hand crossed the bar, rubbed her earlobe carefully, and then supported her small chin with his palm.

The curvature of her jawbone was embedded in his palm. , why is it always not enough, want to kiss her?
Su Yaoyang was a little confused.

The light on the bar was extremely dim, Yihuan tilted his head to avoid him, and then picked up the wine glass.

The liquor is amber in color.She thought slowly, should she drink it and go crazy again, or stay away from it and keep her hard-won sanity?
She didn't care about what happened just now, and looked up at him with a tired look.

So is he.

"come over."

He said.

The lights scattered all over the place, and the refracted light hurt Yihuan's eyes, while his pupils were pitch black and bottomless, calmly creating a storm in her heart.

The strong him, the domineering him, the heartless him, and the cold him are not as shocking to her as this time.

His arm was bleeding from the cut of the crushed glass, and it "ticked" into the carpet, into her heart.

In front of such a strange husband, Yi Huan felt at a loss for what to do. She didn't move, but was suddenly hugged by Su Yaoyang.

"give me a hug."

Hearing him whisper in her ear.

Very tight, very tight, almost suffocating when he was happy, but he seemed to concentrate all his strength in his arms.

It's not like a hug, it's like trying to insert her into life.

"Let's go."

"Where?"

"go home."

"Family……"

Su Yaoyang took Yihuan and left early without saying hello to anyone. The car was speeding, and the neon lights on both sides of the road were reflected on the car windows, flashing away.

The light on this handsome man's face flickered on and off, outlining his profile, and Yi Huan couldn't take his eyes off.

What she was thinking in her heart was, is there another side of him that she has never seen, and the outside world has never seen it?

Back in Moge, it took less than Yihuan to make an internal call, and asked Su Ma to bring up the medicine box. Su Yaoyang was sitting on the sofa, hearing her busy voice.

He was silent and seemed to be distracted.It doesn't seem to hurt either.

The doorbell of the room rang, and the sound echoed in the empty sky for a long time, Yihuan got up to open the door.

Only then did Su Yaoyang come back to his senses, he didn't care about anything else, he only saw her get up and walk towards the entrance, as if she was leaving.

"Don't go."

"Accompany me."

Yihuan didn't know what to say for a while, her forearm was in his hand, and he held it tightly.

He who has always been condescending, now looks up at her.

You can clearly feel the heart melting bit by bit, slowly, thinly, as if there are fine cat claws scratching and coaxing, Yihuan lowered his head and kissed his forehead that was close at hand, "I Go open the door first."

Su Yaoyang seemed to realize that she had lost her composure, and slowly let go of her fingertips. She pushed his hand away and went to answer the door.

Outside the door was a smiling Mama Su, who presented the medicine box respectfully, and Yihuan took the medicine box, her hand was still on the doorknob, and was about to say thank you, when a hand quietly stretched out from behind her , pressing on Yi Huan's hand holding the doorknob.

Su Yaoyang took her hand and closed the door.

Su Ma's figure hadn't completely disappeared behind the door, Su Yaoyang's face was buried behind her Wen Xiang's neck.

The door closed with a click.

Her back was pressed against his chest, and everything about her was under his control, but he didn't turn her around, but hugged her directly from behind.

Pushing her soft long hair to one side of the shoulder, slowly, kissing along the spine.

With his hands supporting her abdomen, he lifted her back slightly with one arm, and Yi Huan propped his hands on the door panel, his body trembling slightly, and he wanted to turn around, but lost his strength.

At this moment, he has nimbly opened the zipper on her waist, before fully unzipping it, his hand has already reached in, slowly, along the smooth curve of her waist, inward.

Yihuan breathed stagnantly, and grabbed his fingers walking on her body.

Instead, he kissed her earlobe, sucked, sucked, and breathed little by little, blowing into her ear canal.

The sound of his breathing, light and shallow, passed through her ear canal, and finally reached her heart, teasing.

The nerve endings tightened with every kiss of his, and her hand could no longer stop her, panting, letting him take her hand and walk on her own body.

Even the air seemed to have frozen, except for the heavily intertwined breaths, there was no sound at all.

She was about to suffocate in such silence, and when she finally couldn't bear to turn her head, he lowered his face at the same time and bit her lips.

Lips and tongues intertwined, with wet lips, Su Yaoyang took her hand and asked her to wrap her arms around his neck to deepen the kiss.

She just looked at him in confusion, didn't speak, just watched.

Su Yaoyang's eyes were black and bottomless, but something was quietly burning there, burning her.

In an instant, he fell into his eyes, unable to extricate himself.

In the shower room, under the shower, the violent drops of water "tick" and slapped her body, falling down along her curves, from her chin, chest and abdomen, to the instep, his cunning lips and teeth followed the direction of the water flow, wanton and wanton. to plunder.

Yihuan's soul was thrown into the sound of water and could not be found anymore.

He turned her over desperately, leaning against the cold and icy tile wall.

Yihuan's mind was blank, her body was weak, her toes could barely touch the ground, she had no strength to resist, he stuck behind her, the shadow cast on the wall pressed her gaze.

(End of this chapter)