100m Yuan Wife: Buy One Get One

"Young Master Ye, you are an important woman, my girlfriend. When did you become the most important woman to you?" Yang Zekun smiled softly and softly, like a spring breeze blowing on his face, but it contained a chilling coldness.

Yang Zekun's words shocked Mr. Yang. He glanced at Cheng Anya with sharp eyes and asked in a deep voice, "Zekun, what's going on? Your girlfriend?"

Mr. Ye Sanshao smiled like an innocent, gentle and kind man. He held Cheng Anya's hand slightly and said, "Young Master Yang, Miss Cheng is my chief secretary. She is an indispensable right-hand man. She takes care of all my affairs, big and small." Doesn’t she count herself as an important woman if she has to be in good order?”

"Young Master Ye, your fiancée is still watching over there, don't you feel guilty when you say this?" Yang Zekun smiled gracefully and slightly sarcastically, "Or are you used to this?"

"So what?" Ye Chen sneered, extremely arrogant.

No one can interfere with what he wants to do!

The provocative look in Ye San's eyes was full of arrogance and disdain, as if he was the ruler of the entire world. This kind of confidence was honed by more than ten years of forbearance and experience.

Yang Zekun's perfect temper seemed to be on the verge of collapse, and his face became colder and colder. Mr. Yang glanced at Cheng Anya, and Cheng Anya didn't know what to say with that look.

He always felt that it was very complicated and contained some things that he couldn't understand.

Ye Chen half-smiled but turned to look at her, his demonic eyes flashing with cold light. Cheng Anya slightly broke away from Ye Chen and said hello to Mr. Yang, "Mr. Yang, hello, my name is Cheng Anya."

Mr. Yang took a deep look at her, hummed, and agreed. He looked back and said, "You said you want to introduce your girlfriend to grandpa tonight. Is it Miss Cheng?"

"Yes, Grandpa!"

Mr. Yang nodded and looked at Cheng Anya again, with a trace of exhaustion on his brows, "Grandpa is a little tired. Please help grandpa greet the guests."

"Yes!" Yang Zekun gave Mr. Yang a strange look and asked the housekeeper to help him down. The old man's straight back seemed a little hunched, stained with the sadness of vicissitudes of life.

What happened just now?

Cheng Anya glanced at Ye Chen and didn't understand why he would provoke Mr. Yang.

No, it's not a provocation, it's a kind of revenge.

He looked at Yang Laoshi with a half-smile, his eyes full of the joy of revenge.

Xiaoyue?

Who is this person?

Why did her name come out of Yang Lao's mouth? Does she look similar to her? What’s the secret behind this rose tear?