Everyone in the circle knows that Ye Jingwen and Xiao Yi'an are difficult to deal with.
The fans were noisy and the officials were happy to cooperate. But if you really want to ask what the solution is, no one can tell. After all, when the two of them were in the same frame, they were polite on the surface, without even an extra glance.
But it is this kind of "nothing" that makes people think the most.
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In the underground garage, the car was so quiet that you could hear each other breathing.
Xiao Yian leaned on the passenger seat and fell asleep with her eyes closed.
Ye Jingheng was in no hurry to start the engine, and his voice was particularly clear in the small space: "Are you tired?"
Xiao Yian didn't open her eyes and chuckled: "Why, Mr. Ye feels sorry for me?"
"It hurts."
Xiao Yian's eyelashes trembled slightly. He didn't open his eyes or answer. The carriage fell into silence for a few seconds.
Ye Jingheng turned his head to look at him.
Xiao Yian still didn't turn her head, but just raised her hand and tugged on her tie irritably, trying to use this action to cover up the rapidly rising temperature of her ears.
Ye Jingheng quietly watched him pull his tie.
As he looked at it, he suddenly laughed lowly, and the vibration in his chest was transmitted through the thin material of his clothes.
"... Do you know," he said, his tone as calm as saying that the weather is nice today, "I like you."
Xiao Yian suddenly stopped pulling on his tie.
The relaxed feeling of ease dissipated instantly. He stared at the windshield in front of him, his voice lowered unconsciously, with a slight tremor that even he himself was not aware of:
"... Ye Jingheng, do you know that it is illegal to say such things in the car?"
Ye Jingheng looked at his wrinkled tie and said calmly: "I know."
He paused and said, "So, do you want to consider taking responsibility for me?"
Purpose: redemption
