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Ye Chen clenched the steering wheel and started the car suddenly. Cheng Anya's heart beat like thunder, because of the tension, his face rose with a faint blush.

Under the cover of night, like a piece of pink jade.

Ye Chen, what happened to him?

Why is there so many secrets in him, why is there so much pain in his heart?

She still remembers that at the banquet, Ye Chen's tight body and deep eyes like Gujing, even if he occasionally flicked a trace of fierceness, would make Cheng Anya feel.

He suffered too much.

Distressing.

The majestic Ye family of three young men, standing on top of the earth, with an iron fist style, how can there be such a desperate and sad look?

These thoughts overwhelmed Ye Chen's discovery of Ning Ning's horror.

I must be crazy!

If he is not crazy, why is he all in his head?

Cheng Anya occasionally raised his eyes to look at Ye Chen. Ye Sanshao's pair of indifferent eyes looked straight ahead, deep and quiet like an ancient well, with no emotion.

"Wait, how do you know my home?" Cheng Anya realized later that Ye Chen's car was not far from the community, and immediately raised a level 12 alert.

Ye Chen glanced at her coldly, as if looking at an idiot, "There is something written on the resume."

"Well, just stop here. It's not easy over there... Reverse." Cheng Anya made a temporary excuse and asked to get off very calmly.

Ye Chen's situation won't change, "You talk about it!"

Obviously a road is not easy to reverse? With her eyes open for nonsense, what is she afraid of?

The car was parked downstairs, and Cheng Anya tightened her dress nervously. She was so panic that she drove the door open without even pulling on her seat belt, and was bounced back.

In the ground, Ye Chen stretched out his long arm, pressed Cheng Anya's hand with one hand, raised his eyebrows, and prevented her from getting off.

Ye Chen's palm was very warm and pressed against the back of her hand. Cheng Anya felt that the skin that the body touched was burning like a fire.

Half of the man's body pressed, and the pure male breath came.

In the narrow space, his breath is his breath.

It's blushing.