Chapter 602: Neuropathy

  Chapter 602 Neuropathy
  Yesang stuffed toast in his mouth, with a bulging cheek, and after tasting the taste, he was even more obsessed with Duan Jinyan’s cooking skills.
  She sincerely suggested to him,
Really brother. If you don’t do things in the future, you can really be a cook.

  She likes cooks.
  But the cook at home is not as delicious as Duan Jinyan. Ye Sang doesn’t know where this man has practiced his cooking skills. He has cooked before, not many times. She has never eaten since the breakup.
   But just think about it, who is he, and the entire emperor will be his world in the future, so how can such a wise and demon man have time to cook for her.
  Yesang was just talking. She bit her spoon and ate the chaos in the bowl, shaking her sagging calf happily.
  Duan Jin Yan put his elbow on the armrest of the sofa, slightly tilted his head and propped his arm, glanced at her, lifted his eyelids, and did not say anything.
  Yesang didn’t know what she was thinking all day long.
  Such unrealistic words, she can speak out.
  Be a cook?
  He smiled.
  Who would let go of the monstrous power and be willing to be an ordinary person?
  Yesang also understood his thoughts, too lazy to argue with Duan Jinyan about these useless words, she swallowed, after filling her stomach, stood up and patted the man next to him, and said happily, "Let’s go, good brother~"
  The girl bends her eyes towards him, Xiaoli is soft, looking at the weird and cute.
  Yesang always talks very well after eating, unlike seeing him before and not having a good face.
  Duan Jin Yan lazily squinted Ruifeng's eyes, tilted his head and looked at her thoughtfully.
  I never thought that this little girl was so coaxing.
  It's not that she didn't cook her breakfast before, but this attitude is totally different.
  ……
The major powers in the imperial capital are entangled. The Song family is considered to be an old family, but it is a pity that the younger generations are not fighting, and the family is gradually declining. Father Song saw that the prince of the Duan family was deliberately drawing them in, and immediately ignored his son’s wishes and forcibly let him go. He and Miss Duan Jia made a pair.
  In his opinion, Young Master Duan is not in the pool. What is wrong with marrying the daughter of the Duan family through a commercial marriage?
  Moreover, the little girl is also pretty, can Song Qi be happy?
  However, it turns out that Song Qi is not happy.
  He was born rebellious. If something goes wrong on the wedding day, let's not say that he and Duan's family colluded with each other. Otherwise, Duan Patriarch will not necessarily enter the wedding scene even if he is powerful and powerful.
  There were not many people in the know on the day of the accident, and most of them were still kept in the dark. Ye Sang reported to his family that he was safe in advance.
   can't cause much trouble.
  This is Song Qi. On the wedding night, he left the bride behind, went to the bar to be drunk and dreamy, and clicked on several princesses in one breath. They were just a dude.
  Master Song's name is a hatred of iron but not steel.
  But what can they do? This is done, can the divorce still happen? There are so many business marriages that all play their own roles. Didn't Huanhuan say anything?
  Yesang ran into their bedroom without even calling the Song family.
  Song's family is also considered a big family. As soon as she stepped into the bedroom and entered the luxurious objects around, she opened the bead curtain, and the golden decoration inside almost didn't blind her.
  As soon as he opened the door, I heard Duan Huanhuan’s sneer:
   "I can't wait to find a mistress in the next day?"
   "If you want to play outside, I don't care how many you find, just die outside."
  The girl held her mobile phone and lowered her eyelashes, her tone of voice was mean and sharp, not what she had been like at the time.
  How to say, marriage is the tomb?
  Yesang didn’t bother her, she lazily lowered her head. Seeing her friend like this, she couldn’t talk about the wonderful mood, and now she was more serious. She waited quietly for the other party to finish the call.
   "Huanhuan?"
  The girl whispered.
  Duan Huanhuan was taken aback by the sudden sound. When she hung up the phone, she looked very ugly. She turned her head and saw her friend stunned for a few seconds, and she called out in surprise.
   "Sangsang?"
"How did you come?"
Duan Huan walked forward happily and looked at Ye Sang carefully. It was unbelievable. He grabbed her arm and asked nervously, "Are you okay with the wedding the day before yesterday?"
   "Did my brother take you away?"
  If Duan Jin Yan wanted to protect someone who couldn't protect her, the situation was so messy that day, she just glanced at it and was taken away.
  Although her friend had reported Ping An and said it was okay, she still vaguely felt uneasy.
  This worry comes from the distrust of her brother.
  After all, no one knows this brother better than Duan Huanhuan. If he is good to someone for no reason and no attempt at all, then she feels hell.
  Yesang shook her head and looked at Huanhuan carefully. Her eyes were a little sore. She stretched out her hand and hugged her, and said in a low voice: "...If Song Qi dares to bully you, tell me."
   "I will help you beat him."
  Don't talk about Song Qi, even his own father is only a little bit in front of her.
  There are really no people in the upper class that Ye Sang can't afford to provoke.
  The girl seemed to be angry, and she pulled her face as soon as she entered the room. Duan Huanhuan knew that she was angry, touched her head, sighed in melancholy, and hugged her back, "behave."
   "If he is willing to fool around outside, then play."
  Do you want to talk about anger?
  It must be anger.
  But it was useless, and she didn't expect Song Qi to take care of her family.
  Song Qi is willing to play, then she doesn't bother to care about it. The red flags at home like commercial marriages don't fall, and there are so many colorful flags floating outside.
  ……
  The two talked in the room for a long time, and Ye Sang didn't get down from the upstairs until noon. She just visited for a while. At this moment, she was too embarrassed to bother them for too long. After saying goodbye to her friends, she was ready to leave.
   "Why are you still here?"
  Yesang blinked, looking at someone like Duan who sat on the sofa like the uncle, a little surprised.
  The man leaning on the sofa with no bones raised his eyelids when he heard the words, laughed, dragged lazily, bit the words, and said clearly: "Waiting for you."
  Yesang: "..."
  How can she be.
  Duan Jin Yan was really waiting for her. He just communicated with the Song family while waiting. He was impatient for a long time and couldn't understand why these girls always couldn't finish speaking.
   even said that during school, he always felt that the girls in his school were chattering to death, just like ducks.
  "Leave. What are you looking at?" The man squinted Ruifeng's eyes and stretched out his hand across her cheek. He was so sleepy that he got up early, he slumped his eyelids and stretched out his hand to embrace the thin waist of the person in front of him.
  Yesang's heart jumped slightly, turning his head, those cat-eye pupils tightened for a moment.
  She was held by a cold thing around her waist.
  "Gun?" Ye Sang hadn't seen it before, she had seen it several times when she followed Shen Chuchen, and was even taught.
  It’s just that, she never expected that he would be so brave enough to pretend to be a spear.
  The man gave a noncommittal laugh, and then watched Ye Sang struggle a few times. She recovered, raised her foot and stepped on him expressionlessly, and said: "You let me go first."
  This neurosis.
  Rao was Ye Sang who already knew he was abnormal. When he knew he was carrying a gun, his scalp was still tingling.
  Taking a deep breath, Ye Sang pointed to the gun in his pocket, with his small face pressed, his tone no longer fluctuated, "I have to panic."
  In this case, being so close to a terrorist with a gun, no one is afraid to change.
  Duan Jin Yan heard what she meant, his cold thing pressed against her waist, he lazily lowered his head, like a poisonous snake vomiting, and chuckled, "Want to try?"
  Yesang: "..."
  (End of this chapter)