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"Long time no see." Yi Yan clinked her wine glass with his and took a sip.

Although she was cold, she was very good at adapting to the market. Old Lady Yi was not as good at socializing as her.

"Boss Yi is looking better and better." The man smiled again, with something else in his eyes.

Boss Yi's expression did not change, but a cold light flashed in his eyes.

She wanted to find an excuse to leave, but she saw Ji Yang standing on the second floor. He seemed to be looking at her.

Her heart tightened and her back began to sweat. She felt guilty and wanted to deliberately go against him. The man clinked glasses with her again, and she smiled gently.

Second floor.

"Don't you care about your bright red rose?" Yan Chen leaned on the railing and looked at Ji Yang standing aside.

He wore a black suit today, which made him look much calmer. With that face, many rich ladies who came today were tempted.

I just like this abstinence-like taste.

Ji Yang retracted his gaze and said with his lips pursed, "It hurts."

"You have to pick them anyway. How can a rose not have thorns? Why not pick them one by one? There is gain and loss." Yan Chen laughed at him, "Go ahead, why are you so cowardly?"

One of Ji Yang's purposes of returning to the Yan family was for Yi Yan, to avoid the prejudice of the world.

If you say you like him, you don't believe it. Love is the answer.

Ji Yang didn't answer and turned downstairs.

Yi Yan suppressed her nausea and said a few words to the man again. When she looked up at the second floor again, Ji Yang was no longer there.

She was not interested and left with a random excuse.

At the other end.

Ji Yang pushed Yan Ting to the backyard.

The other party had been taking drugs for a long time, and was skinny and dull. He squatted down and gently held her hand.

Yan Ting's empty eyes fell on him, and she gradually became emotional. She kept muttering, "Ji Yang."

These two words were the ones she kept turning over and over recently.

If the entertainment news was on, when she heard these two words, she would immediately stare at the TV and start to chant the name.

"Mom." Ji Yang grabbed her hand, and then put his other hand on it and grabbed her hand.

Yan Ting also looked at him.

She seemed to know him, but she also seemed not to know him.

"Brother." A crisp voice sounded from behind, and a woman in a pink dress came over, her voice was charming, "I have been looking for you for a long time, why are you hiding here?"

The person who came was Yan Yihan, the youngest daughter of the Yan family, who is now studying and is also the president of his overseas fans.

Since he came back, she has been sticking to him every day.

"It's too noisy inside." Ji Yang stood up and replied to her.

"That's right." Yan Yihan nodded.

"The wind is strong, we have to go back." Ji Yang pushed Yan Ting forward, "There are many mosquitoes in the backyard, you should go back with us."

"Okay." Yan Yihan smiled and walked up, holding his arm intimately.

Yi Yan appeared behind the two of them, biting her lower lip with anger, her heart aching, and her breath was slightly gasping.

Ji Yang was simply too much!

Her eyes became cold and sharp, and her awkward and arrogant temperament rose again.

At the end of the banquet, Ji Yang was finally caught. He was holding a glass of red wine on the side of the rooftop on the third floor, and Yi Yan walked over in high heels.

A "bad-in-kind" breath hit her face.

She clearly wanted to see Ji Yang and wanted to explain something, but she didn't know how to give in since she was a child, and no one listened to her explanation.

Fight, fight, as long as you can take it by force, it is hers, and it's best to let others not even have a chance to speak.

The living environment gave her this set of survival rules.

There is no need to explain too much to subordinates. They work hard, and the reward she gives is ten thousand times better than her speaking nicely.

So, she opened her mouth with a full of sarcasm, "After all, it's a change of identity. It must be good to go from pleasing others to being pleasing others."

Ji Yang looked at her, his sword eyebrows slightly twisted, but he didn't say anything.

Yi Yan was like punching cotton, and said coldly, "Even so, I have at least taken care of you. There is no need to cut off contact so quickly, right?"

She was talking about him not contacting her.

She waited for a long time, and Ji Yang was as ruthless as if he disappeared.

Ji Yang looked at her deeply, but did not speak.

Yi Yan's patience was exhausted, and her voice suddenly became cold, "Why don't you speak?!"

He lowered his eyes, put the wine glass on the table, and rang out in a low voice, "Yan Yan, you always can't speak properly."

Yi Yan didn't understand what he meant, and wanted to question him all at once, venting her grievances during this period, "I thought why you were so anxious to get rid of the relationship, it turns out that you have already found the next one, I underestimated you."

"The Yan family is good, but Ji Yang, grandsons and grandchildren are different, you are just coated with a layer of light on the surface, what should be, you are still the same."

At the moment, the Yan family is not enough for him to do whatever he wants, or even offend her. What the Yan family can give him, she can give more.

The words he said were not only aggressive but also full of sarcasm.

Ji Yang took a breath, turned around and left without refutation.

"Don't leave!" She stopped him, her face suddenly darkened, her eyes sharp, "Do you think I'm kidding?"

Her tone was actually anxious.

Ji Yang looked at her in front of him, his tone suppressed, somewhat helpless, "What do you want to do?"

Yi Yan was stunned by the question.

Her eyes were confused, and she didn't know what she wanted to do.

She felt so uncomfortable and wronged in her heart, she just wanted to see him and talk to him, but she didn't know how to say it.

"You said go away, I went away, and disappeared from your sight. I know myself. You said the love we had in the past..." Ji Yang was silent for a while, and his eyes flickered when he looked at her, "At least I have a clear conscience towards you."

"I have always been grateful. At least you appeared by my side when I needed help the most. Later, I always wanted to make it up to you. I admit all the flattery you said, but here, I don't know if you feel a trace of sincerity."