Chapter 59: demon

Looking at the mall, he can compete with him, except for the other three, it is really rare.
Yun Ruoxi came in and happened to hear this sentence again, and his face suddenly changed again. Looking at Cheng Anya's eyes, he felt more resentful.
Yang Zekun's warm eyes squinted and slipped through a trace of danger, "Yes Sanshou, my girlfriend, you don't need to worry about you!"
"As long as she is my secretary, I'll control it, how?" Ye Chen sneered back, snatching Cheng Anya's waist, rubbing Yang Zekun, and walking to Master Yang who talked to others.
A good show ended like this, and there have been rumors that the girlfriend of Yaohua’s general manager is the secretary of mbs Ye Chen. It turns out that she is not Ye Chen’s mistress, but Yang Zekun’s girlfriend?
God...
The ladies and ladies whispered and talked about their disputes. Cheng Anya became the most mysterious woman in this banquet.
"Ye Chen, why?" Cheng Anya lowered her voice and swept her eyes at Yun Ruoxi. She happened to meet her resentful eyes. She jumped in her heart. What did he just say to Yun Ruoxi?
What about this necklace?
"Why do you want me to attend this banquet, why do you let me wear rosetear? What the are you doing?"
Cheng Anya is not a fool, the strange atmosphere between him and Yang Zekun.
Over the years, he and the Yang family have fought you for life and death, and why? What is the occasional hate?
She discovered that Ye Chen had too many secrets, and she was unknowingly involved.
She hates this feeling of being manipulated.
Ye Chen bowed his head. The clean smell on the man's body filled Cheng Anya's nose, but the warm breath was sprayed on her ears, like a magical voice, "Miss Cheng, what do you say?"
He clasped her waist with one hand, his head in her ears, and whispered softly, this scene, no matter from what angle, it is very ambiguous.
Cheng Anya was shocked by him, like ripples in the water, rippling layer by layer...
He leaned his head and happened to hit his evil eyes, his deep eyes were like demons, no trace of temperature, and there was a little bit of it, Cheng Anya could not understand it, forbearing hatred.
All the ambiguous ripples of Cheng Anya disappeared, such as falling into an ice cellar.
Such Ye Chen...like a demon!