Chapter 137: Twenty-seven Minutes of Princess Hug (134 should not be released, the content has been changed and placed in this chapter) Chen Yu felt a tingling sensation in his heart as he looked at the red thread sliding down Yang Dongyin's thigh. He was stunned. The 32-year-old Yang Dongyin had no experience at all? Sitting on the chair, Jiang Yan was overwhelmed by unprecedented lust and looked at the scene in front of him in a daze. She had imagined the scene of Weng Xin enjoying herself in her mind, but it was just a thought, and the impact was far less than the shame she saw with her own eyes. She thought she was just jealous, but at this moment, the feeling that she had not noticed and faced before was surging from the bottom of her heart. It made her feel strange and scared. It was like a child having his candy taken away, but he could do nothing and could only watch others eat it happily. She felt exactly the same, except that this time it was adults' candy that was taken away. Damn it, she was feeling it, a very strong feeling, a special feeling. An answer popped out: I like this? No, how could it be, it's impossible! Jiang Yan immediately shook his head in denial. But looking at Yang Dongyin's slightly distorted expression and the blush on her face. She wondered curiously: Is it that hard to help myself? She thought: If I were her, how would I react? The more she thought about it, the more empty she felt. Help, help me, help...
Jiang Yan cried out in pain, she was in so much pain. The wind stopped and the rain stopped, and the noise in the room finally died down. Yang Dongyin slowly loosened the rope around Jiang Yan, and Chen Yu had already left. Princess Jiang gritted her teeth and immediately rushed to the toilet. After a long time, she came out with a slightly relaxed look on her face. She looked at her 'good sister' Yang Dongyin, who was sitting in front of the mirror, her face flushed, slowly combing her messy hair. She had a blank expression on her face: "Yang Dongyin, how does it taste?" Yang Dongyin hunched over, her face flushed, and turned to smile at her: "Anyway, you can't compare your hands. Weren't you watching just now?" She naturally knew what Jiang Yan had just done when he rushed into the bathroom. Jiang Yan gritted her teeth and cursed angrily, "Slut." Yang Dongyin stood up, gathered her black hair and tied it up, then smiled and said, "That's true." She suddenly felt something, her face turned red, and she took a piece of paper from the table to wipe it. Jiang Yan's mind flashed back to the previous scenes uncontrollably, and she opened her mouth. She couldn't help but close her round and white legs, and rushed into the bathroom with an inexplicable look. After a while, the faucet was turned on, covering up her small gasps. Yang Dongyin blinked her eyes in surprise, and she immediately realized something. On the other side, Princess Jiang in the bathroom panted and washed her face, cursing herself: "Jiang Yan, you are fucking hopeless." …… Boss Chen returned to his room refreshed, knocked on the door but no one answered, so he had to take out the room key and go in. He then remembered that Qin Yue was inside, so knocking on the door would not open it. "Chen Yu, where have you been? It's been a long time." Qin Yue's soft voice came from the bed, and the girl looked at him with a little bit of resentment, as if she was blaming him for coming back too late. Chen Yu smiled and explained: "Yang Dongyin is back. Isn't she going to join the milk tea shop? I chatted with her for a while." "Oh..." Qin Yue lifted the quilt, revealing half of her fair face, and motioned him to come over. "Could it be that Sister Yang Dongyin likes you? Why did I feel something was strange between you two yesterday?"
Boss Chen thought to himself, what happened in the ward yesterday, wasn’t it strange? "How could that be? There's such a big age gap between us." He crawled into bed and shook his head calmly. Qin Yue shook her head gently and said meaningfully: "I don't know how hard it is for Yu Weiwei to be your girlfriend..." As she spoke, she came over and hugged him gently for a while as if saying goodbye, and then got out of bed reluctantly. Chen Yu noticed that the other person had changed out of her pajamas and back into a plain white skirt, and it seemed that she had just returned to her room. "Classmate, Aunt Xin is here to pick me up. She's been waiting downstairs for a while. I'm leaving now." After that, she put on her sandals, opened the bedroom door and walked out, waving gently at Chen Yu, "See you later~" After Qin Yue left, Zhao Rui got on Jiang Yan's s65, and the two seemed to have left together. Only Chen Yu and Yang Dongyin were left in the entire resort villa. Chen Yu helped Yang Dongyin to the passenger seat of the Maserati she drove, and he sat in the driver's seat: "I'll take you back to the villa? Then you lend me a car." Although he and Yang Dongyin had an agreement for three months, the other party had just fractured her foot and should rest for a while. Yang Dongyin shook her head. "It's not safe at home. You want to take me with you? I'll just rent a house somewhere. Gong Pingyue is in jail, but his people might cause trouble. But don't worry, they probably don't know you." Chen Yu nodded: "Now that you have recovered, you can change your clothes and become my personal driver. Since you want to join, the integration of the brand does need you." "Okay." Yang Dongyin nodded calmly, and she returned to her usual lifeless look. Chen Yu recalled the previous charming moments, and felt a little strange in his heart. At this moment, someone suddenly knocked on the window of the Maserati from outside. It was Jiang Yan, who was folding his arms across his chest and looking at them coldly. Jiang Yan looked at the two people in the car expressionlessly and said coldly, "I lent the car to Zhao Rui to take me back to school." "The cuckold fetish is here." Yang Dongyin rolled down the car window and muttered softly, a little harshly. Jiang Yan heard Yang Dongyin's mumbling, but ignored her. She just silently opened the door of the trunk and sat down. However, Chen Yu did not go back to school directly, but first went to the luxury shopping street where Jiang Yan bought him the Blancpain watch. "Yang Dongyin, you wait for us in the car." Chen Yu instructed, then got out of the car and opened the back door. "What?" Jiang Yan glanced at him coldly, obviously very dissatisfied with him. Jiang Yan, who had been pampered, was not only strong but also proud. The "frustration" just now was not something he could recover from in a short time. As for whether he had that habit, that was one thing for another. From Jiang Yan's perspective, it wasn't a conflict that would break up the relationship, but it was impossible for her to pretend it never happened. Boss Chen smiled and said, "Princess Jiang, happy birthday. I'll take you to buy a birthday present." Jiang Yan's cold face showed a slight fluctuation at this moment: "Who told you that?" Chen Yu showed his mobile phone and saw that Weng Xin's signature was changed to "Happy Birthday, Princess" yesterday, which was undoubtedly a blessing to Jiang Yan. "I saw Weng Xin's signature." Yang Dongyin turned her head slightly in surprise, clapped her hands gently, and forced a smile: "Happy birthday, Princess Jiang." It was just a light blessing. After the age of thirty, people no longer feel that birthdays are that important. Instead, they will deliberately forget them. If this is the case for themselves, it would be even more difficult for them to empathize and wish others well. Jiang Yan turned her head away from Chen Yu and said bluntly, "No." Chen Yu took Jiang Yan's soft hand and was about to pull her out of the car, but Jiang Yan struggled hard, "Don't touch me!" Boss Chen sighed, and simply leaned his whole body in, then carried her out. Jiang Yan was stunned for a moment, and struggled fiercely in his arms, but Chen Yu was meters tall, so how could she resist? Jiang Yan was furious, stretched out her claws and scratched his neck, and at the same time, she opened her mouth and bit Chen Yu's forearm fiercely. Chen Yu frowned slightly in pain, but did not stop Jiang Yan. He picked up Jiang Yan and walked towards the commercial street.
Yang Dongyin looked at this scene with a strange expression: "What are these two people doing?" Jiang Yan refused to let go until she saw a trickle of blood flowing from Chen Yu's arm. Then she opened her mouth and spat out a mouthful of saliva mixed with red. She stopped struggling and asked quietly in Chen Yu's arms: "Who is prettier, Yang Dongyin or me?" Chen Yu: "You are beautiful." Jiang Yan's appearance is beyond words. "Is she sexy or am I sexy?" Chen Yu continued helplessly: "You." This is more of a difference. Compared with the 32-year-old Yang Dongyin, Jiang Yan is only 22 years old after all, with tighter skin and more youthful vitality. But Sister Yang also has the beauty of a ripe peach. However, Jiang Yan was angry, so she just went along with it. "Say it together." Chen Yu: "You are prettier and sexier than Yang Dongyin." "Then you before..." Jiang Yan gritted her teeth. "It was a bit too much. I apologize." Chen Yu glanced at Princess Jiang in his arms, intending to coax her first, and then said, "I have no feelings for her. I just want to satisfy my physical needs, and you are the one who aroused this physical need. However, I do have feelings for you, and it is precisely because of this that I cannot do it. Otherwise, I will never admit it, and what can you do to me? There are so many cheap husbands and cheap fathers who run away, how can I not run away when they run away?" The reason why he didn't sleep with Jiang Yan was precisely because he couldn't deny his mistake and run away. Jiang Yan snorted and said coldly, "Are you so worried about being pestered by me?" He was quite self-aware. At this time, he really didn't want to provoke Jiang Yan and her family. He could get away with it, but apart from anything else, what about Sasha Weiwei's bitch? But even though he thought so, Chen Yu shook his head and said, "I'm only nineteen years old. How many nineteen-year-olds have you seen become fathers? And even if you and Weng Xinyang raise the child, will you be able to bear not telling the child who the father is? Will your parents ignore it? Besides, even if we really want to have a child, I want my child to have the surname Chen, not Jiang." Jiang Yan was annoyed: "If you don't marry me, why is your last name Chen?" Nowadays, when you give birth to a child, the surname must be Jiang, but in the future the surname Chen will be more useful than Jiang, so won’t the surname be Chen? Chen Yu did not answer the question directly, and continued: "I promised you before that I would take care of Jiang Zhonglei, so I will help you do it, as long as you give me some time." This is not an exaggeration. No matter how bad he is, his achievements will not be lower than those in his previous life. In his previous life, when he was 32 years old, his net worth was almost 200 to 300 million. Not to mention that he could compete with Jiang Zhonglei, but it would be no problem to kidnap Jiang Yan. This is why Jiang Yan came to him at that time. Apart from those inexplicable feelings between men and women, she naturally thought that he was a good match. Chen Yu: "Jiang Yan, you will definitely succeed in shorting the real estate market in the United States. But the most taboo thing in achieving great things is to be indecisive. Before May next year, I will package all my projects and assets and cash them out, and invest all the money in you to short." Jiang Yan was stunned for a moment. If this was said before, it would be as light as a feather, but it was just empty talk. But now that the other party's career has started, the weight of this statement is as heavy as a thousand pounds. Running a milk tea shop may seem easy, but it also involves a lot of luck. How many times in a person's life will they have such luck? Princess Jiang was stunned for a long time, then said faintly, "If you fail, you can start all over again." Chen Yu smiled faintly: "I believe in your ability and my judgment." After a pause, he wanted to put Jiang Yan on the ground. No matter how light Jiang Yan was, he weighed at least 80 or 90 kilograms. It was indeed a bit tiring to hold her for such a while. "Hold me." Jiang Yan pulled his collar and demanded. "Okay." Chen Yu nodded helplessly, "Which store should we go to?"
"Hermes." So Chen Yu carried Princess Jiang into the Hermès store. Jiang Yan was wearing a high-cut western-style cheongsam today, with the hem hanging down, revealing her white thighs in the light. Chen Yu also looked pretty good, about meters tall, with a sharp face and short hair that reached down to his ears, looking very handsome. This handsome man and beautiful girl entered the store in this princess-carrying posture, which immediately attracted the attention of the staff and customers. They mistakenly thought that they were posing for photos, but when they looked around and didn't find any cameras, they couldn't help but become more curious. "Take that." Jiang Yan, in Chen Yu's arms, pointed with her slender white fingers at the black crocodile leather Birkin in a conspicuous place, and said lazily to the clerk. Chen Yu thought: This bag probably costs more than 300,000 yuan, which is equivalent to a house. What a spendthrift woman. But this is just a common thing for Jiang Yan. Her family always gives her million-level luxury cars for her birthday, and that S65 is her birthday gift. "Madam and sir, this Birkin is for display only and is temporarily out of stock." The clerk hinted that she needed to stock it. Jiang Yan pointed at several other dessert packages and some small pieces of jewelry on the shelf with ease, then asked, "Are you ready?" The Hermès clerk smiled sweetly and extended his arm to guide them to the checkout counter. Chen Yu took out the bank card that Jiang Yan had given him earlier and swiped more than 400,000 yuan. Jiang Yan saw his action, but she didn't mind at all, instead she curled her lips. She forced Chen Yu to use the money she gave him, so that it would be considered that the other party really wanted it. Chen Yu: "The franchise fee is still one million." Jiang Yan didn't care much about this question and nodded calmly. Not long after, Chen Yu walked out of Hermès with several bags hanging on his body and Jiang Yan in his arms. The shop assistants saw them out very enthusiastically. One of the female shop assistants was stunned for a moment: "Did this gentleman come here with another girl before?" Chen Yu had beads of sweat on his forehead and was breathing lightly. Even with his physical strength, it was a bit exhausting. Jiang Yan turned a blind eye and let Chen Yu carry her back to the car. After sitting firmly in the back seat of the Maserati, she tidied her hair and smiled at Chen Yu. She looked at her phone and said softly, "Chen Yu, thank you for your birthday present, a 27-minute princess hug. Forget about the bag. I'll transfer the money to you later and you can consider it as something I bought myself." Just as Chen Yu was about to speak, Jiang Yan stretched out her slender white finger and placed it on his lips: "Shut up, I just coaxed you, don't mess with me." Yang Dongyin, who was taking a nap in the passenger seat, heard this and slowly opened her eyes. She looked over and sized up the two of them, wondering, "Is it all right now?" Princess Jiang had been her best friend for five or six years, and she was well aware of her bad temper. She was secretly happy to see Princess Jiang sulking, but she didn't expect that she would only be happy for a short while. It’s boring, Yang Dongyin shook her head. Jiang Yan noticed Yang Dongyin's expression and looked at Chen Yu with a smile: "Chen Yu, say those words again." "Which sentences?" Chen Yu asked knowingly. "Don't talk nonsense, you know what it is." (End of this chapter)