A pillow of greed, the president asks for a divorce

When He Jingshen was at the top of the stairs, he caught his little wife who was eager to flee downstairs. With a look of anger on his face, he turned back and pushed him hard: "Let go!"

He was not prepared, and she was so angry that she was so angry that he almost couldn't stand still, and he barely fell down by holding on to the railing of the corridor.

Ye Wushuang also froze for a moment, and met his gaze upwards, the latter's eyes were shining brightly.

"Who gave you the courage?!" He Jingshen stepped forward, grabbed her arm, and almost lifted her up into the air.

Ye Wushuang gritted her teeth. The anger that had been suppressed since the morning finally couldn't help but vented out: "Don't touch me! You make me feel sick! It's disgusting!"

These hands must have touched that woman this morning, right?He must not be so angry and angry like now, he must be gentle and considerate!

Will he still go there to accompany that woman at night?Qingqing, I, and I are sweet, Ye Wushuang really wants to know, where does he put her? !

Didn't He Jingshen never see his newly married little wife lose her temper, wasn't she also very stubborn before?Isn't it also full of thorns all over, and it will stab you if you touch it?

But this time, it was more serious than ever.

Ye Wushuang's eyes were full of disgust, and that kind of disgust was more and heavier than what he had for her. The young master of the He family, who had always been looked up to by others, inexplicably felt a sense of frustration.

"Let go, let go." Ye Wushuang opened his hand holding her finger by finger, and then took two steps back.

He Jingshen thought she would say something to him, what happened today was indeed his fault, but his little wife didn't say anything to him, but looked at him, sneered, then turned around, and went downstairs He couldn't catch up.

The old man was still sitting downstairs, when he saw Ye Wushuang coming down in a hurry, he raised his head and glanced upstairs with meaningful eyes.

"Did Grandpa hurt you? Does it hurt?"

Ye Wushuang shook his head, quietly calmed his breathing, and then smiled calmly and said, "Grandpa, I'm fine, but the clothes are a little wet, just change it."

The master of the He family showed a gratified expression, nodded, and asked again: "What about the depth of field?"

"Oh, he's upstairs, and he'll be down in a minute."

"He didn't bully you, did he?"

"No."

While the two were talking, He Jingshen had already come downstairs and walked towards Ye Wushuang.

The master of the He family smiled inwardly, and said intentionally, "Jing Shen, you sit on Grandpa's side."

Ye Wushuang was also wondering why he came to her side, now he'd better stay ten meters away from her, now that grandpa said that, she was relieved.

But the young master of the He family raised his eyebrows and said lightly: "Grandpa, don't you want us to cultivate our relationship well? What do you think of me sitting next to her?"

The old man almost laughed out loud, but he still pretended to be embarrassed. He glanced at Ye Wushuang and said, "I have to ask Wushuang about this. You can only sit if she agrees."

"What if she doesn't agree?"

"Then you stand there!" The old man didn't feel distressed at all, but then he changed the subject and said something that made Ye Wushuang dumbfounded: "But you think too much, Wushuang is not like you without a brain, she is kind Sensible and a good boy."

Grandpa... is clearly putting a high hat on her, so that she can't say no to disagree!

He Jingshen narrowed his eyes, and while Ye Wushuang lowered his head, he gave his grandfather a look, and the latter smiled secretly.