Domineering president, forgive me

"Ah?" Xiangyang reacted and looked down at the cut steak. He was speechless.

"Confused ghost." Jiang Yuanzhou rubbed Xiangyang's hair with a smile.

"Cut ~ ~" Xiangyang pretended to be casual. A trace of embarrassment flashed at the bottom of her eyes. Looking at the eyes around her, she bowed her head and chewed the steak quietly.

Thinking about Xiang Qinghe and Song Zhe, and remembering the gossip of those people around before, Xiang Yang has no appetite.

She took the fork and unconsciously poked it. Suddenly, an oil stain accidentally splashed on her body.

"Hey ~" the heat from her body made her shrink. Looking at the oil stain on her chest, she frowned fiercely. Xiangyang sighed. Recently, there have been a lot of unlucky things.

Throw the fork on the table and directly stand up: "eat slowly by yourself. I'll go home first."

Damn Jiang Yuanzhou, what bad luck.

Jiang Yuanzhou reacted quickly and knew Xiangyang's appearance at this time.

In full view of the public, Jiang Yuanzhou got up gracefully and pulled Xiangyang's body over.

He put his arm around her shoulder and carefully wiped the oil stains on her lips: "what a careless little girl."

He was so close to her that she could see his eyelashes clearly.

She can feel Jiang Yuanzhou's patience and seriousness when facing her. She doesn't understand why.

"I, I went back first." She tilted her head to avoid his touch.

Jiang Yuanzhou put the paper towel on the table and looked at her chest.

He picked up the handmade suit on the sofa and gently put it on Xiangyang's shoulder: "just run away?"

The oil stain on his chest was just blocked by his suit coat. Xiang Yang lowered his head and prepared to leave the restaurant with Jiang Yuanzhou.

Just then, Song Zhe took Xiang Qing's hand and came out of the window.

"Mr. Jiang, have you had a good meal so soon?" Xiang Qing glanced at the back of Xiang Yang and his eyes fell on the suit coat on her shoulder.

"Yang Yang is so naughty that she splashed oil on her body. I'll take her back to deal with it."

"Where are you going?" Xiang Qing stayed a little puzzled.

"My house."

……

When Xiangyang was just about to refuse, his fingertips were firmly held.

"Yang Yang, I discussed with Song Zhe. My birthday party will be held in advance. Tomorrow night is the weekend. Will you take Mr. Jiang home with you?"

Xiang Qing looked at Song Zhe and smiled. Then he turned his head and said to Xiang Yang.

"Why is it held in advance?" Xiangyang wondered that Mingming's birthday was still a week away.

"It's nothing. Just be happy." Xiang Qing looked at Jiang Yuanzhou, "I'll trouble Mr. Jiang to take care of my sister."

When Jiang Yuanzhou and Xiang Yang left Australia and Italy, Song Zhe looked at Xiang Qing puzzled: "do you have a party tomorrow? I'm not ready for anything. "

With love in his eyes, he gently hugged Xiang Qing into his arms.

"As long as you are by my side, everything is fine." She climbed onto Song Zhe's shoulder with a soft voice.

"Qingqing, it's very kind of you. I'm really lucky to get you." Song Zhe's lips touched her forehead and felt pity to the extreme.

The woman in her arms smiled coyly, and the corners of her lips inadvertently showed a little proud smile.

At this time, Xiangyang, who was leaving the Australian Italian western restaurant, looked at Maybach in front of her. She just resisted and didn't want to sit on it again.

"You, you really want to take me to your house? Impossible? I know you're joking, so you can go straight now. I'll just take a taxi home myself. "

Xiangyang's heart doesn't want to sit on Jiang Yuanzhou's Maybach.

"What do you look like when you walk around like this?" Jiang Yuanzhou's eyes stayed on her for a long time, and his eyebrows frowned slightly.

"Me?" Xiangyang pointed to himself, then pointed to Jiang Yuanzhou: "it doesn't seem to matter to you."

Seeing that Jiang Yuanzhou seemed to be about to speak, Xiang Yang hurriedly said, "you are a teacher and I am a student. Please pay attention to your identity, image and words." Xiangyang was unhappy for a while. Seeing the love between her sister and Song Zhe, the secret love that ended without illness stabbed her in the heart.

"Don't want credits?"