Chapter 43: Choice (2 more)

The three went out of the bar, and Cheng Anya was embarrassed again.
"I'll take you home!" Ye Chen and Yang Zekun spoke in unison. Their eyes met each other, and their eyes fell on Cheng Anya.
Ye Chen's coldness and Yang Zekun's warmth all have toughness not tolerating their beaks.
Compared with Yang Zekun's gentleness in the bar, he seemed more relaxed at the moment, and said lightly, "Ye Sanshao, this trivial matter will not trouble you. What do you say, Anya?"
Yang Zekun whispered to her ear, and a warm, male scent splattered behind her ears. From the outsider's perspective, it seemed that Yang Zekun was kissing her earlobe, in a very intimate state.
Cheng Anya was struck by lightning, his body was stiff, and his face was red and white, and he thought he was the child who did the wrong thing.
What did he say?
Ning Ning?
What does he mean?
Ye Chen narrowed his eyes and passed the insidiousness. The acquaintance and intimacy between the two of them could not be inserted at all.
"Mr. Ye, it's late, and I won't trouble you anymore. The senior sent me back." Cheng Anya tried to calm down, staggered his eyes, instead of looking at Ye Chen's eyes, he got into Yang Zekun's car.
The black Lamborghini passed away, and Ye Chen in the dark night, squinting with fists, clenched his fists, kicked fiercely on the car to vent his anger.
The elegant and perfect coat was finally torn in the dark!
The expensive Rolls-Royce silently endured the master's anger and was shocked three times.
Silent all the way, knowing that Yang Zekun has seen Cheng Anya, who is clueless, very nervous, and his heart is beating, is it too late to deny it?
At this moment, she couldn't help but resent the fact that Ye Chen's genes were too bt. Ning Ning and he were seven points like him. The childish appearance was simply Ye Chen, the smallest one.
Sure enough, she was bt, even her genes were bt, which made her even lack of confidence.
Did the seniors know it a few years ago?
Why hasn't it been mentioned?
The car was parked under Cheng Anya's apartment. Cheng Anya wanted to quickly escape from this embarrassing atmosphere. Helpless, how could Yang Zekun let her go.
"Ning Ning, is Ye Chen's son?" Not an inquiry, but an affirmation.