Rebirth of the hidden marriage queen

Chapter 947 Ye Chuyang, You Tortured Me On Purpose

When Yan Tong put a misty teacup in front of her, Chu Yang took off his sunglasses, picked up the porcelain cup, and took a shallow peck.

The mellow tea taste stimulated her taste buds. The color of Yunwu tea soup is clear and bright, and the taste is mellow and sweet. The tea fragrance seems to be frozen on the tip of the tongue, and the fragrance is long-lasting.

She took a few more sips, savoring the aroma of the tea carefully.

Yan Tong remained silent, tasting with her, not talking much and not trying to probe into her mind.

After going through so much and knowing her for so long, he has more or less understood her.

Now, Mo Han is engaged to another woman, and she feels uncomfortable in his heart, and he is also worried about her. Even if the two of them sit quietly like this, he still feels full of interest.

Such a quiet way of getting along made him feel comfortable, and he even found a way to open her heart little by little.

In short, the future is long, so he will wait slowly.

The two of them spent the whole afternoon in the teahouse, tasting several kinds of tea.

During the tea tasting, Yan Tong never mentioned anything about Mo Han. Instead, he talked about the tea ceremony with Chu Yang, and tirelessly educated her about the history of ancient tea.

Chu Yang listened with relish, and looked at Yan Tong with a softer gaze.

The two went through the process of tit for tat and mutual suspicion.

Ever since the time abroad, Yan Tong would rather hurt himself than force Chu Yang, and Chu Yang changed his view of Yan Tong from the bottom of his heart.

As the two of them got closer, Chu Yang felt that getting along with the boss became more relaxed and comfortable.

Sometimes, she couldn't help thinking to herself, if Mo Han officially started a new life and married Ye Xiaoyang.

Then she won't always be obsessed with the past and let herself get stuck in the mud, maybe she can also have a different spark with Yan Tong, anyway, the future can be expected.

Chu Yang came in with a heavy heart, and finally stretched out his brows.

When parting, Yan Tong grabbed Chu Yang and said something about Mo Han.

"About Mo Han's engagement banquet, I also accepted the invitation, how about you?"

Chu Yang smiled indifferently, slightly pursed his lips and said, "I also received it."

"Why don't we go together..." The two suggested in unison.

Yan Tong's eyes flashed with surprise, and he looked at Chu Yang with some surprise.

Chuyang smiled and nodded slightly: "Then we have an appointment, and I will wait for you to pick me up tomorrow."

"Okay, I must go to Ling's house early." Yan Tong couldn't hide the joy in his heart, and there was a warm smile on his brows and eyes.

The two left the teahouse chatting and laughing, completely unaware of Mo Han who was sitting in the corner of the first floor of the teahouse hall, covering his body with light, dimmed his eyes, and looked at them coldly.

After Yan Tong bid farewell to Chu Yang, and when Chu Yang got into the car, Mo Han slowly got up, put down a stack of money, then stepped out of the gate and walked towards Chu Yang's car.

Chu Yang opened the car door, sat in the co-pilot, and just started the car to leave.

At this moment, the co-pilot was pushed away from the outside, and Mo Han sat up with a cold face without saying a word.

Chu Yang's eyes sank slightly, and he frowned and looked at him: "Mr. Mo, what a coincidence."

"Unfortunately, I came here specifically to find you." Mo Han didn't want to turn a corner, so he replied directly.

Chu Yang could naturally hear his hostile tone.

So, after she frowned slightly, she turned to look at him: "Mr. Mo is getting engaged tomorrow, what can I do for you?"

Mo Han glanced at her arm vaguely, and then his eyes fell on her hand holding the steering wheel.

Although the wound was not big, it would take a hundred days to hurt her muscles and bones. She was able to drive around by herself in less than half a month?

Or, she couldn't wait to date a man, so she sneaked out without telling her family.

The more Mo Han thought about it, the uglier his face became.

He gritted his teeth and stared at Chu Yang, and said coldly: "You and Yan Tong stayed in the teahouse all afternoon, alone and widowed in the same room, for three hours? What are you doing for such a long time? Don't tell me Me, you just chat and drink tea?"

Chu Yang couldn't help but look at him even more surprised. This man has forgotten her, but she always has an illusion that whenever she talks with other men, he is jealous, and she doesn't speak sharp words. How can she listen? I feel that there is such a sour taste.

The more Chu Yang thought about it, the weirder she became, she felt that she shouldn't be so affectionate.

So, she looked at Mo Han and asked, "Going to the tea room, of course, is to drink tea and chat, otherwise, what else can you do? Mr. Mo, what do you want me to do? Tomorrow is your engagement banquet, right now Are you busy with other things? So free, come here to block me?"

Mo Han paused, then adjusted his expression, and said casually: "Are you too self-indulgent? What are you doing with other men? What are you doing to me? I just happened to pass by and saw you chatting and laughing with Yan Tong. "

"Oh, is that so? Then how do you know that I stayed in the tea room with him all afternoon, and I even know the time?" Chu Yang asked with a puzzled smile.

He frowned and stared at her coldly, as if he couldn't think of any good excuse to explain his behavior of saying those words in a moment of impatience.

He gritted his teeth and stared at Chuyang with some annoyance, and then said in a cold voice: "I want to see how my wife, who is also known as husband and wife with me, cuckolded me. Don't be too affectionate , thinking that I still like you and other possibilities. Let me tell you, don't be wishful thinking..."

Chu Yang laughed angrily when he heard his excuses.

There was a faint illusion, as if he hadn't forgotten her, and he was still the jealous Mo Han who was like a child.

She pursed her lips slightly, looked at him lightly, and sighed slightly: "I don't want to be sentimental, and I won't be delusional anymore. Don't worry, I sincerely wish you and Ye Xiaoyang happiness forever. So, Mr. Mo, please get out of the car." Well, I have another appointment, so I won’t accompany you.”

He squeezed his fist hanging down his hem, his face changed after her words.

Finally, he couldn't bear it anymore, leaned over, grabbed Chuyang's wrist, and wrapped her jaw with another big palm, making her eyes meet his own.

"Ye Chuyang, you tortured me on purpose, you definitely did it on purpose." He roared through gritted teeth.

Chu Yang didn't know why, so he looked at him blankly.

"Mr. Mo..."

Mo Han's eyes drooped, staring at her lips that were as delicate as petals, his eyes gradually darkened a little.

His thumb slowly touched that piece of lip, rubbing it lightly.

Chu Yang was startled, not at all used to his sudden ambiguity and burning eyes.

Her body trembled slightly, and she raised her hand to block his thumb from violating her lips.

(End of this chapter)