Waiting for you to fall a flower

Jing Ya interrupted her coldly, trying to suppress the urge to vomit. What was he doing? Show off your charm to her? It's ridiculous. Does Ye Beicheng's wife not know the sensitive part of her body?

"Sorry, I didn't mean to provoke you."

Yang Qianxue continued to pretend to be innocent and pure, "That night, I was ashamed to meet you in front of the villa. I wanted to talk to you. You saw that North city didn't seem too happy. When he kissed me upstairs, I reminded you that you might still be downstairs. I didn't know what was going on between you and him. He didn't seem to like me mentioning you, so..."

Jing Ya finally understood that this woman really didn't mean to provoke him, she did it on purpose.

"Oh, it doesn't matter. I know why he's angry, because I asked him to have sex with you. He's such a proud man. Of course, he can't give up his dignity to surrender to me."

Yang Qianxue's face was rather unnatural. She took a long breath, "No matter what, I want to thank you for returning North city to me."

Jing Ya was disgusted by her irrational confidence. Why did she, Yang Qianxue, think that Ye Beicheng would come back to her after the divorce? If Ye Beicheng still has feelings for her, shouldn't he be the one who proposed the divorce?

"If Miss Yang doesn't have anything to do, I'll leave first. North city is on a business trip. There are too many facts that I need to deal with in the company."

"Oh, okay then."

Yang qianxue nodded with a smile and purposely held her high, "Jing Ya, you are such a strong woman. If it were me, I would not do anything for him other than ask North city to protect you."

"That's good, too. Men don't need to be too capable to find wives. Knowing how to rely on him will make them feel fulfilled."

This was what Ye Beicheng once told her. When she was too busy to ignore him for her career, he would say, "Jing Ya, you don't need to be so capable. My wife can share the pain for me occasionally, but when I need her, she must be in my arms."

Yang Qianxue glanced at her meaningfully, "So North city divorced you because you didn't cling to him? Does it make him feel unfulfilled?"

Of course not. First of all, I proposed a divorce. Second, it's not like I didn't let him have a sense of accomplishment. When I went to all kinds of business activities with him and people praised his wife for her intelligence and ability, any man would have a little vanity. It's good to be alone, but it's hard for a man to be infatuated with her for a long time. A woman who really makes a man love and hate a woman in a dilemma would definitely be able to get up in the hall and down in the kitchen."

Jing Ya's natural and casual words distracted the woman for a long time. Only when she turned around and was about to leave did yang qianxue wake up and blurt out unwillingly, "No wonder North city said that you are the best partner in his career."

Jing Ya stopped and slowly turned around, suppressing the anger in his heart, calmly and politely corrected, "Miss Qianxue, you are wrong."

"Oh, what do you mean?"

"Although North city and I haven't known each other for as long as you have, I think I know him as well as you. At least North city has a lot of secrets that I know, but you don't necessarily know that I'm his business partner. But when I get home, I'm still a good wife. I can listen to him talk about his troubles when he's sad, and I can share them with him when he's happy. You've been in love with him for a few years, A lonely wife."

Jing Ya finished the long sentence without any pause, and Yang Qianxue was speechless. There was a complicated look in her eyes, as if she was annoyed and as if she was jealous.

"Okay, I'm done. Bye."

She strutted out of the coffee shop in her high heels and walked down the street, bathed in the sun. Her face was a little pale. The strong were not without tears, but could run forward with tears in their eyes.

The meeting with Yang Qianxue made Jing Ya depressed for two whole days, and the words echoed in her mind over and over again: "He was obsessed with my body, and when he kissed me..."

Even though it was all over, her heart still ached like suffocation. She seemed to see herself staring at her own shadow in the dark that night, waiting for a man and woman who were physically entangled.

At this moment, she was curled up on the sofa in the living room downstairs, staring blankly. A series of footsteps approached her, and she did not deliberately look back to see who it was.

"Yu Jingya, where's Brother bei?"

Ouyang Feng's voice? Jing Ya was surprised how he found his home.

"I'm on a business trip. Didn't I tell you?"

She replied indifferently, not welcoming him or asking him if he wanted to drink or not.

In her heart, the people who had ruined her marriage were not good people.

Ouyang Feng ignored her attitude and sat on the sofa opposite her. He cocked his legs and asked arrogantly, "Is it true that you want a divorce?"

Jing Ya glared at him angrily, "Why should I tell you?" It's so strange. Everyone heard about it. Who said it?

Sure enough, good news never leaves the house, bad news spreads far and wide...

"What attitude do you have?"

"What do you think I should do to you?" Jing Ya asked.

"Even if you're going to divorce Brother bei soon, there's no need to treat me like an enemy now, right?"

Ouyang Feng held his breath in his heart. It was infuriating that a village girl had cut off the relationship between the three brothers without any sense of guilt and even spoke so rudely.

"I don't treat you as my enemy now, but as your enemy all the time. Have you ever seen me as your own?"

Jing Ya's eloquence had always been invincible. It wasn't the first day Ouyang Feng met her, and it wasn't the first time he had experienced her. He swallowed his saliva and said sarcastically, "Actually, I just wanted to congratulate Brother bei on climbing out of the grave. I sincerely agree with you on your divorce."

"Then I'll thank him for that. I know more about your congratulations than anyone else. A person who can only admire others for climbing out of their graves, but can't climb out of his own. I can understand your feelings. I sincerely sympathize with you for not being able to get rid of an unhappy marriage."

"...

Ouyang Feng was so sarcastic that he almost vomited blood. He stood up with a thud and said in frustration, "Don't be so self-righteous. I don't want a divorce. If I want a divorce, no one can stop me."

"Oh? Really?"

Jing Ya's deeply skeptical expression completely shocked him. Ouyang Feng left the Ye family in a frenzy. If he did not leave, it was very difficult to guarantee whether he would be provoked to madness by a village girl.

He was driving around restlessly. He didn't know what to start with. His peaceful life was no longer peaceful. In the past, he wouldn't have known where he was going. In the past, he should have been singing and drinking with his two buddies in the box of the Phantom, lamenting how happy life was. What had changed? He didn't know. His mind was in a mess.

Ouyang Feng's marriage had always been a joke in everyone's eyes, and he had admitted it when two of his buddies laughed at him, but his pride had been seriously hurt when he was laughed at by a village girl who he never paid attention to.

He admitted that he was not happy. He was with Yang Jingjing. Apart from quarreling or quarreling, he was afraid to go home and return to a place where there was no love at all. But that did not mean that others could see his desire to escape from the grave.

The car was parked in front of a bar, and he walked in alone. It was not a good feeling to be drunk alone, but it was not better than going home now.

Sitting alone in a corner, depraved, self-deprecating, pitiful, indignant, sad, sad, all the emotions surrounding him, he drank one glass after another to numb himself, a few careless men came in, and as they passed by him, they suddenly stopped.

The man in charge had long blonde hair, which was not bad, but a little too insidious. He walked up to Ouyang Feng with his arms folded around his chest, looked at him with ease, and teased, "Oh, who do I think this is? Isn't this Ouyang Feng, the young master of the Phantom? The sun is really out in the west. How can you lower your status and come to such a small bar? Is the Ouyang house down and unable to afford the services of the Ouyang house?"

Ouyang Feng looked up and looked at the man in front of him coldly. He soon remembered who he was.

It was said that the son of a nouveau riche went to the Phantom six months ago and insisted on buying box number one. Although the manager of the Phantom painstakingly told him that box number one was the exclusive place of young master Ouyang, he took out a stack of banknotes and threw them in front of the manager, threatening that money was the master, and which box the father wanted, he had to give him.

Naturally, that time, he didn't end well. His face was bruised and swollen from the beating, and he was warned that in the future, all he had to do was step on the Phantom and let him stand in and lie down.

It was such a narrow road for enemies that he met someone who humiliated him here. The yellow-haired man snorted coldly, winked at his brothers behind him, and a few men surrounded him.

"What? Want to fight?"

Ouyang Feng raised the corners of his lips sarcastically and shook his fists. He wanted to fight well, but he just couldn't breathe.

As soon as he finished speaking, a few men surged forward. Ouyang Feng's body flashed and they missed him. He raised his foot and kicked. A man fell to his feet. With a wave of his left fist, another man fell behind him.

He had been practicing judo boxing with Ye Beicheng and Fei Shaocheng since childhood, and it was as simple as killing an ant to deal with a thug who was a three-legged cat.