Third Master, your wife is tearing up the scum again

Chapter 1017 I don't carry this pot

Although she knew that Si Yiyang was Party A's father, she still couldn't bear the unhappiness in her heart, and couldn't help urging her: "President Si, if you really don't have time today, then we can make another appointment All right."

"I've been waiting for you here for more than an hour, and you haven't said a word from the beginning to the end. If you don't want to talk, or you don't want to talk to me, I'll let my other colleagues talk to you. "

"But like you, you keep silent, and I don't know what you mean. You can't torture others like this."

Ren Jiaoyang vomited out all the unhappiness in her heart in one breath, and after Ren Jiaoyang finished speaking, she realized belatedly, did she seem a little too impulsive just now?

Anyway, she has endured it for so long, so she doesn't mind waiting.

Anyway, no matter how bad it is, wait until 05:30, when it's time for her to get off work, she should be able to leave.

Why are you so restless?

Ren Jiaoyang gritted his teeth secretly, and only hoped that Si Yiyang could continue to maintain his aloofness just now, and just don't talk to her.

However, Si Yiyang, who had never spoken a single word to her from the beginning, suddenly stood up from his chair, walked around the desk, and walked towards Ren Jiaoyang.

His gaze was firmly locked on Ren Jiaoyang's small face, and the words he spoke seemed to be answering her words, or he was talking to himself: "You have been waiting for me for an hour, and you feel uncomfortable, can't bear it?"

"What about me? I've waited so long, what is that? Didn't you ever wonder if I would feel sad too?"

what with what?
She was not late today, how could he have waited for her?

Nonsense!

Although Ren Jiaoyang was complaining about Si Yiyang in his heart, his body was honest and cowardly.

Her footsteps were uncontrollably backed up again and again, her eyes fluttered around in a panic, and her voice was messy and hasty: "I, I, I was not late just now, don't spit blood on people."

"It's obvious that I'm standing here and waiting for you for more than an hour. Don't frame me. I won't blame you for this."

Si Yiyang curled his lips and sneered, but his footsteps did not stop for a second. He continued to approach Ren Jiaoyang, and said in a cold voice: "Really?"

"You think I wronged you? I was wrong, didn't I?"

Ren Jiaoyang staggered back, and soon there was no way to retreat, his back was pressed against the cold wall, and he looked at the man warily.

She moved her lips timidly: "If you don't want to talk to me about work, then I'll go back first, and we'll talk again when you have time next time."

As he spoke, he wanted to turn around and escape from the office.

Si Yiyang suddenly raised an arm and blocked Ren Jiaoyang's side, blocking the way she wanted to run away.

Before Ren Jiaoyang could speak, he quickly raised his other arm, blocking Ren Jiaoyang's other side, and pinned the girl against the corner of the wall.

The man took another small step towards the girl with his toes, and covered the girl in his arms, but he didn't rush to speak.

The coolness that is unique to men, but with a faint smell of tobacco, instantly wrapped around the girl.

That breath, which she would never forget in her dreams, was like a deadly poison, like going crazy, it kept drilling into her nostrils.

(End of this chapter)