Ye Yan's voice was cold and cold. Gong Yuyao stopped timidly and did not dare to follow him again. She looked at Ye Yan's cold back, her eyes were sad and lost. She took the initiative to this extent, but he still didn't want to touch her. Could it be for Lan Qianyu?

What magic does that woman have? It is inevitable that he will change so much? Gong Yuyao couldn't figure it out, and her eyes accidentally saw the clothes on the ground, and a cunning sneer was slightly raised on her lips, and she poured the red wine on the table on Ye Yan's clothes.

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Ye Yan turned on the shower and rinsed his body with cold water until the flames in his body gradually faded, and he walked out of the bathroom with a towel. At this time, Gong Yuyao had already put on her pajamas, held two glasses of red wine, and handed him a glass.

Ye Yan took the red wine, drank it all, threw the cup on the bed, bent down to pick up his clothes, but found that the clothes were wet with the red wine and could no longer be worn. His brows frowned slightly.

"I'm sorry, Brother Yan, I accidentally dirty your clothes when I poured the wine. I'll let the servant bring a set now." Gong Yuyao was making sign language.

"No need." Ye Yan put down his clothes, turned around and sat on the sofa. Lan Qianyu was probably still in the room. He went to get the clothes and wanted to have a big fight with her again. He was already very annoyed and didn't want to argue with her anymore.

"Then, what should I do? I don't have a bathrobe here." Gong Yuyao asked in sign language.

"I'll sleep on the sofa for one night, don't disturb me." Ye Yan lay on the sofa, closed his eyes, and pressed his arms against his eyes.

Gong Yuyao took a thin blanket to cover Ye Yan, then took his clothes to the bathroom and soaked them up. When he walked out of the bathroom, Ye Yan was already half asleep and half awake.

Gong Yuyao lay on the bed, holding a happy smile on her lips, staring at Ye Yan quietly. His evil and handsome appearance was her most beloved love no matter where she was, and it would never change.

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Lan Qianyu couldn't sleep, so she went downstairs to guard Qiao Qing in the medical room for a night. It was not until six o'clock in the morning and dawn that she finally couldn't stand the fatigue and went back to her room to rest.

When she walked to the spiral stairs, she saw Zhao Jun report outside Gong Yuyao's door: "Master, the old man is calling!"

Soon, a gap was opened. Ye Yan was naked and naked on the upper body, and only a bath towel was around the lower body. He stood in the door barefoot. Gong Yuyao, wearing a black lace suspender pajama, hugged him from behind. Seeing this scene, Lan Qianyu's steps stopped, and his heart felt as if he was stabbed hard by a knife, trembling in pain. Ye Yan's eyes looked over. She panickedly and threw away her eyes and rushed into the room quickly. Tears fell down without competing, and her heart twitched in pain.

Ye Yan stared at Lan Qianyu's back as he fled in panic, with complex thoughts emerging in his eyes. After a few seconds of silence, he turned to Zhao Jun and ordered: "Go to my room to get me a set of clothes."

"Yes. Master." Zhao Jun lowered his head and walked quickly towards Lan Qianyu and Ye Yan's room.

The door was not closed, Lan Qianyu stood by the floor-to-ceiling window and wiped his tears. Zhao Jun stood outside the door and said carefully: "Mrs. Young lady, the master asked me to pick up his clothes."

Lan Qianyu took a breath, pointed to the wardrobe on the right, and said lightly: "Everything is there."

"Thank you." Zhao Jun walked over, took a set of Ye Yan's clothes, and was about to leave, but just after taking two steps, he stopped again and turned to Lan Qianyu and said, "Mrs. Young Madam, sometimes what you hear in your ears may not be true. The only thing the master cares about the most is you."

Lan Qianyu sneered sarcastically and didn't say anything.

Zhao Jun glanced at her deeply and left the room with his clothes.

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Chapter completed!