CEO:Woman,Contract Cancelled

Ye Youran lost his voice and screamed. He fixed his eyes on Li Xiuming, who was burning with anger. Ye Youran nervously looks at Li Xiuming. The distance between them is almost zero. She can clearly hear Li Xiuming's breathing.

A heat wave blows through ye Youran's ears. Ye's heart beats faster and her cheeks are burning like fire. Ye's eyes are wide open and she doesn't dare to move. She can clearly feel the strength of Li's hands. It seems that she can break her arm with a light touch.

Ye Youran stares at Li Xiuming's eyes with fear and inexplicable fright in his eyes. At this time, Li Xiuming's eyes are glaring, his temples are bulging, his brows are wrinkled, and his cheeks are bulging.

"Don't forget who you are." Li Xiuming clenches his teeth to warn ye Youran. Ye Youran quickly breaks away from Li Xiuming and shakes his hair. He looks at Li Xiuming with a sneer and asks, "my identity? And what about you? My colleagues and I come to dinner after work. When we meet my so-called "husband" who is intimate with other women, how can I explain? "

Li Xiuming clenches his fist angrily and hammers his fist on the wall beside ye Youran. The sound is so loud that people who eat outside think that the toilet has exploded. Ye Youran nervously closes his eyes, takes a deep breath, opens his eyes and looks at Li Xiuming fearlessly.

"The agreement was signed by both of us. Although I don't know the purpose of the marriage agreement between you and me, I hope you pay attention to my identity at the same time. Otherwise, if someone finds out, I can't help you." Ye said calmly,

"what do you say, husband?" With that, ye leisurely just like a smile, turned to open the door, left the bathroom, natural and unrestrained left.

Li Xiuming clenched his fist, looked at ye Youran's graceful back angrily, and hit the wall again. Ye leisurely came out of the bathroom. After a few steps, he heard the sound of smashing the wall. He stopped and walked back to the dining table calmly.

Jilun clearly heard the voice twice, looking at Ye leisurely face unchanged, look arrogant back, face involuntary smile, get up to help her seat.

After sitting down, ye Youran pretends to look around, intentionally or unintentionally looking at Li Xiuming's girlfriend, sitting alone at the table, anxiously looking in the direction of the bathroom.

Suddenly, the woman's face changes from anxious worry to enthusiastic joy. Ye Youran, holding her hair, turns to see Li Xiuming coming out of the bathroom with a serious face. Instead of meeting her partner, she turns to stare at ye Youran fiercely.

Ye leisurely calm look away, to enjoy the scenery of the lady, leisurely holding cheek, smile and Ji Lun chat, happy.

Seeing ye Youran as if nothing had happened, Li Xiuming's anger, which had just been suppressed, burned again. Li Xiuming clenched his fist tightly and went back to his seat.

Ling Yixue follows Li Xiuming's eyes and sees a gentle and generous woman with one hand holding her cheek. Her long black hair is on her shoulder and her broken hair is behind her ears. Her other hand shakes her wine glass and her smile is sweet. She doesn't pay any attention to Li Xiuming.

The man sitting opposite her is Ji Lun, a famous movie star. Ji Lun looks at the woman with a full face and a dim smile. They talk and laugh, just like a close couple.

And Ling Yixue looks at Li Xiuming's expression and clearly understands that things are not so simple. The woman who talks and laughs with Jilun should be the one who marries Li Xiuming. But why is Li Xiuming so angry?

Ling Yixue's heart sank for a while, and the woman's intuition told her that Li Xiuming was jealous, and she was jealous of that woman. Ling Yixue looked at that woman sadly, and a sense of powerlessness came into being.

She watched Li Xiuming slowly return to the seat, with a heavy complexion. She had never seen Li Xiuming so angry, and it was for another woman. Ling Yixue felt her nose sour, but she could see that the back of Li Xiuming's hand was broken and bleeding.

"Brother Ming, your hand!" Ling Yixue anxiously picked up his hand and said, "how come it's like this? Does it matter? Let's go to the hospital and bandage it. "

When Li Xiuming hears Ling Yixue's soft voice with a crying voice, he comes back from ye Youran. Looking at his bloody hand, he doesn't feel pain, but his chest is very stuffy.