The engagement is over, but the black-bellied president won't let go

"Dry yourself first!" Xiao Yiyang was carrying her easel. Because it was heavy and there was water on the road, his brows were twisted into big lumps.

"Oh." Leng Ruofei looked at his unhappy expression and wanted to laugh but felt it was inappropriate. After all, he was helping her.

Seeing that he was unwilling to share the weight with her, she offered a hand on one side.

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Xiao Yiyang stood in front of the window, looking at the slightly cool world outside, and regretted his attentiveness. He was not a kind person. It was the first time he had a kind thought since he had saved the girl from death three years ago. I don't know if it was because of guilt for the girl or something else, anyway, he just couldn't stand her miserable appearance. She should be beautiful, aloof, and even passionate and unrestrained...

Leng Ruofei was in the bathroom. Because her body was soaked, she had to clean up quickly. Otherwise, if she caught a cold, she would not be able to bear it.

Xiao Yiyang looked at the belongings he had carried back with great effort, lit a cigarette, leaned against the windowsill, and prepared to pick up his patience from many years ago and wait for someone to come out of the bath.

I didn't hear the sound of the shower, but I was imagining the scene in my mind. Xiao Yiyang squinted his eyes and looked at the frosted glass door of the bathroom, slowly blowing out smoke rings. He knew her body best. His Adam's apple slid several times. It was the first time that Xiao Yiyang was dressed neatly and waited for a woman to come out of the bath.

Leng Ruofei wiped off the water stains on his body as quickly as possible, changed into dry clothes, and walked out.

"Excuse me, Mr. Xiao. Please sit down." Seeing Xiao Yiyang leaning against the window with his back to the light, Leng Ruofei couldn't see the expression on his face. He quickly picked up the electric kettle and went to boil water.

"Don't be busy. Tell me what happened." Somewhat surprised by her speed, Xiao Yiyang walked to the sofa and extinguished the cigarette in his hand into the ashtray.

Leng Ruofei was a little embarrassed. He put down the kettle, sat at the head of the bed, and gave Xiao Yiyang a forced smile: "Oh, there was a problem with my account. I didn't bring enough cash..."

Xiao Yiyang interrupted with a slightly magnetic voice: "Frozen?"

Leng Ruofei paused, then nodded slightly, feeling a little uncomfortable being looked at by him. She didn't expect that he would guess it right.

"...Oh...so that's why you sell paintings on the street?" Xiao Yiyang hit the nail on the head. Xiao Yiyang was facing the window with his back to the light. Leng Ruofei always felt that the way he looked at her was a little wild.

"...Yes...If it's inconvenient for Mr. Xiao, then..." Leng Ruofei was a little embarrassed by the question, and her face turned pale and blue.

"What? Are you impatient after just two sentences?" Xiao Yiyang was a very charming and mature man. When he looked at her straight, there was an invisible sense of oppression that made her a little overwhelmed.

"No. I just feel that it's inappropriate to always trouble Mr. Xiao." Leng Ruofei lowered her eyelashes, and a slight blush appeared on her fair face.

"Here is a card, it's a secondary card of mine. I came out in a hurry and didn't bring much cash with me. You just have to make do with it for now." Xiao Yiyang took out his wallet from his pocket, pulled out a brick-red bank card from it, and then took out most of a dozen bills.

"How can I do this?" Leng Ruofei hesitated whether to answer it.

"Heh." Xiao Yiyang snorted coldly and threw the card and money on the coffee table. "Whatever you want."