A Villainess Needs to Have the Ability of a Villainess

Jiang Yuhe has a kind of innate leadership, so that he just went to that stop and said two words indifferently, and Wen Yu obediently opened the door.

She also knew that she had no second choice.

In the room, Wen Yu led Jiang Yuhe to the sofa, pretending to say calmly:

"Sit down first, and I'll get you something to drink."

Then he ran to the kitchen and closed the door, calming his nearly crazy heartbeat.

It was almost ten o'clock in the middle of the night, how did he find his home?

But it's normal. As long as this man wants to do, there is nothing he can't do.

Don't say that he is in Jiangcheng, even if he is abroad, Jiang Yuhe has the ability to turn himself out.

But what is he doing?

And this **** WeChat, how come it overturned again!

Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh I will go out later

Wen Yu frantically searched for a drink while complaining in his heart.

After Wen Qingyou returned to Jiangcheng, he spent money to photograph the original Wen's villa, and Wen Yi'an moved back home.

Wen Yu now lives in this bachelor apartment.

She doesn't pay much attention to herself. She likes to stock up a bunch of food and drinks in the refrigerator. However, she has been too busy recently and forgot to replenish it in time. Now she opened it and found that the last bottle of mineral water was taken by herself this morning.

Now there are only a few bottles of Wangzi milk in the refrigerator.

Wen Yunao made up the scene of inviting Jiang Yuhe to drink Wangzai, and he felt as if he was provoking him in a different way.

After giving up the milk, Wen Yu suddenly remembered the red wine he drank two sips every day before going to bed.

Although it is a bit strange to invite people to drink at this time and place, it is more formal than Wangzai.

I can't take care of so much for temporary help.

Wen Yu took out two glass wine glasses, poured two glasses of wine, walked to the small hall, and sat down opposite Jiang Yuhe.

Gently push the cup to him, "Excuse me, there is only this at home..."

Jiang Yuhe glanced, sneered, "You're quite enjoying it."

"..."

Probably a little nervous, Wen Yu felt that his throat was dry, so he took a sip to moisturize his throat first, and then smiled deliberately, then stopped there in embarrassment.

No one spoke, and the stagnant atmosphere was too boring.

Jiang Yuhe didn't come up to talk about life with her by watching the stars and watching the moon.

There is still a very heavy account between them.

It's not that Wen Yu said that he didn't want to count, so it would be ignored.

Knowing this clearly, Wen Yu lowered his head in frustration, no longer pretending to be calm.

"What do you want to say, you can start."

Jiang Yuhe glanced across her face, took out two gadgets, and threw them on the table coldly.

"If you don't take this away, do you want to stay and remind me how I was deceived by you?"

Wen Yu lowered his eyes, his body stiffened slightly for a second.

It's the pair of cufflinks.

Now lying on the table quietly, it seems to have become worthless rubbish, without any attractive luster.

Wen Yu knew that with Jiang Yuhe's ability, he must have come to recall the significance of the initial purchase of cufflinks.

It's really not.

It doesn't mean that anymore.

Wen Yu still remembered the solemn and pious sense of destiny in her heart when Jiang Yuhe brought the pair of cufflinks to her body.

Obviously it was something destined to him.

Otherwise, why does his name coincidentally also has a J.

Wen Yu suddenly stubbornly pushed back: "What I sent out will not be taken back."

"Did you give it to me."

Wen Yu looked at him affirmatively: "Yes."

Suddenly, Jiang Yuhe smiled.

"In what capacity did you give it to me."

"..."

Wen Yu just stayed at the edge for three seconds and then weakened, not knowing how to answer.

Sitting face to face, this sneer suddenly made Wen Yu dream of returning to Valentine's Day night—

They also sat face to face in the same way, with two glasses of red wine in front of each other.

Wen Yu didn't know if she was stunned. Suddenly there was a voice in her ear saying: "The teacher has given you a chance to retake the exam, take it!"

Also retake the exam.

Go crazy.

Wen Yu shook his head and immediately took another sip of red wine to try to calm himself.

When she looked down, she saw the light refracted by the small ruby ​​on her neck from the cup. After a pause, she thought of the answer—

"In what capacity do you give me the necklace, I will give you cufflinks in what capacity."

Jiang Yuhe: "..."

This mouth is especially good at saying that now I still know I played the game of kicking the ball with myself.

"Wen Yu." Jiang Yuhe looked at her lightly and faintly, "Do you think you are very smart."

This man has always called his full name indifferently since the car overturned.

Wen Yu, Wen Yu.

Obviously, I used to call myself Yuyu.

Men are unforgiving animals.

Thinking of the woman I saw in the evening, Wen Yu inexplicably blocked the words back, "You are not as smart as you."

After a few seconds of silence, Jiang Yuhe suddenly lost his patience.

He didn't know why he came here. It was him who was deceived, but she was the one who ran in the end, but it was him who couldn't resist surrendering first.

"So you think I should cooperate with you, be stupid, let you continue to cheat and play?"

"I didn't." Wen Yu quickly answered these three words.

She raised her head and looked at Jiang Yuhe on the opposite side. She wanted to say something several times, but she didn't seem to say how to speak when the words came to her lips.

After struggling in this way for a long time, Wen Yu finally gave up the self-esteem and face he tried to maintain.

"I wanted to confess this to you on Valentine's Day. Who knew you found out in advance."

Summoning up the courage to say the first sentence, the grievances accumulated in my heart came out little by little.

"I have been mentally prepared for so long. I practiced repeatedly at home hundreds of times. I was afraid that you would not forgive me. I deliberately chose Valentine's Day. I also bought you a gift, wore a beautiful dress and sprayed it with a nice smell. perfume."

"I want to surrender to you, but you didn't give me this opportunity."

All kinds of emotions don't need to be brewed, they probably settled in my heart for a month, and at this moment they finally collapsed and exploded.

Wen Yu's eyes were red, tears in his eyes, but still stubbornly refused to flow out, "So what are you doing so smart, can't you let me speak first."

Jiang Yuhe stared at Wen Yu's tears, paused, and looked out the window.

He didn't want to look at this face, this face deceived him so many times with tears.

But forcing myself not to look at it, it doesn't bring peace to me.

Every time she sobbed, her heart would twist once.

"Do you have to forgive me if you confess?" he said forcefully.

"The law is lenient and confession. I take the initiative to confess that you will drive me away overnight, will you get me in the rain, will it cause me to have a high fever and pneumonia and sleep at home for a week."

Speaking of Wen Yu's grievance, that week he had more needles on the back of his hand than he had since childhood.

"..."

Jiang Yuhe frowned and wanted to ask about his illness, but just imagine that it is normal to get a high fever under such heavy rain.

It's just that he was too angry at the time, his emotions were controlled, and he ignored this possibility.

Quiet for a while, Jiang Yuhe's tone softened: "Well now?"

"No." Wen Yu sniffed, "Now sometimes I cough when I get cold."

Wen Yu really coughed as he spoke, and with a sound, he almost showed his lungs to others.

Jiang Yuhe: "..."

He watched her earnestly performing indifferently, but in the end he couldn't help but open his face, pressing the corners of his lips and smiling.

Finally, the familiar taste came.

After Wen Yu just indulged himself and said something true, he heard that Jiang Yuhe was willing to care about her, and suddenly felt that the death between them seemed not so irreparable.

He did not delete his WeChat.

He came to the house to find himself.

He still cares about himself now.

Of course there must not be.

I am fragile.

Are all the signs showing that I still have a chance?

Wen Yu's thief suddenly doubled.

She still kept sobbing, remembering the phrase "re-exam", took a sip of wine and became courageous, and completely started crying and surrendered:

"I admit that I lied to you, but from my point of view, when I came to Beijing that day, I first saw Shen Mingjia cheating, and later learned that my family was bankrupt. I lost my soul in this unfamiliar city. The same wandering on the street, but was hit by your car."

"Can you find the second one who is as miserable as me."

"I don't have amnesia, but if it was you, a golden finger that could help you fight back suddenly appeared when you collapsed, wouldn't you be tempted?"

Before Jiang Yuhe could speak, Wen Yu said aggrievedly:

"Not to mention you are so handsome."

Jiang Yuhe: "..."

What I wanted to say was immediately held back by this sentence.

Yes, I also learned how to give a candy after hitting it.

Jiang Yuhe still didn't speak, but took a piece of paper and handed it to Wen Yu.

Wen Yu took the time to say thank you while he was crying, and then continued non-stop after finishing-

"I was really stunned at the time. I was full of the scumbag mocking me. I admit that I am not as calm as you. I am a brainless woman, vulgar and naive, and I just wanted to let He exploded in place."

"I was wrong, and I told you I'm sorry many times. But in fact, except for the identity of your sister, I have never used you once."

"Not only not." Wen Yu whispered, "When I tore him for the first time, you also helped him with public relations."

Then came another sentence of self-affirmation—

"But am I angry? I didn't. I gave you a shoulder massage that day."

Jiang Yuhe: "..."

You are so kind.

"I posted it myself on Weibo."

"Squat he designed it myself."

"Have you used your resources throughout."

"I didn't let you show up once ah ooh."

"What bad thoughts can I have."

"I just want to be your sister happily."

Jiang Yuhe: "..."

The more you speak, the more reasonable it becomes.

Wen Yu's tears flew down. Although it was a bit exaggerated, the energy that had been holding back for a month was not all from the performance.

"I can obviously go, and you don't know anything when I go, but I came back because I wanted to confess to you."

"By the way, take a video of me for him, right?"

Wen Yu hummed, sat up straight and shook his head when he reacted:

"Absolutely nothing."

"You didn't shoot?" Jiang Yuhe didn't believe it.

"Take it." Wen Yu raised his hand and wiped his tears, and said aggrieved: "But I definitely didn't expose you at all. I admit that I secretly photographed your desk and made Shen Mingjia believe me. I used your table if You think it’s necessary. I’ll go and say sorry to your table in person next day."

"..."

Jiang Yuhe was so distracted by her that Jiang Yuhe went in.

She didn't have any problems with her, but she blamed her and hurt their brother and sister.

Just **** speechless.

Jiang Yuhe couldn't stand Wen Yu's crying. He just cried and said that he still didn't feel it. At this moment, he cried twice, gasping for breath from time to time.

Both pretending and charming.

He could not find a place to hear it, and his heart was itchy.

He looked at her, "Just talk, don't cry."

Wen Yu was uncertain whether Jiang Yuhe's remarks were concessions or not.

After not getting along for a month, he was a little rusty with his temperament.

But at this time, Wen Yu has no other way. The success or failure will be tonight. Although the routine of Valentine’s Day is late, now that the first step has been taken, he has to go through the whole process. .

Wen Yu gritted his teeth and stood up suddenly.

Jiang Yuhe:?

When he walked in front of Jiang Yuhe, Wen Yu was cruel, and sat on his lap, looking like a broken jar, a dead pig not afraid of boiling water.

After blinking his wet eyelashes, he coquettishly popped out two words aggrieved: "Just cry."

Jiang Yuhe: "..."

"If you don't forgive me, I'm going to cry." By the way, he threatened fiercely: "I can cry for two hours."

Just ask if you are afraid.

The natural shower fragrance on the woman's body pierced into her breath, but Jiang Yuhe's face sank inexplicably, and his voice was cold.

"Do you like to sit on men?"

Wen Yu was stunned, but he didn't expect him to react like this.

Changed, changed, this man is no better than before.

Wen Yu lowered his eyes, feeling that he might indeed have overwhelmed his head, paused, and planned to stand up honestly.

But at the moment when the legs were trying to stand up, a hand suddenly circled her from behind, pulling her back to sit down.

"Or do you think, my Jiang Yuhe's legs, you can sit down if you want to sit, or leave if you want to go."

Wen Yu: "..."

His words ooze with coldness, but his hands are burning.

Densely lit a fire on Wen Yu's waist.

Wen Yu's waist was very sensitive, he hid uncomfortably twice, but was pulled back and buckled tighter: "I'm asking you something."

This made the two almost stick together, Wen Yu was taken aback, and reached out to touch Jiang Yuhe's chest.

This subconscious action made Jiang Yu Hyuk a smile.

"Why, afraid?"

Indeed, Wen Yu's heartbeat was a little fast at the moment.

But this is not afraid.

She seemed to have never seen Jiang Yuhe so close, staring at him, her eyes were dark and thick, and her coldness was hard to calm down.

I don't know why, maybe the wind is too moving tonight, Wen Yu always has an illusion, from the man's indifferent and restrained eyes, he sees the gentleness hidden in the deepest part.

The conversation stopped there, and the air seemed to stop flowing at this moment.

The eyes of the two have never been so close together.

A window was opened in the living room, and the warm wind came in from time to time, blowing Wen Yu's long hair, passing over the back of the man's hand, and constantly amplifying the soft touch in his hand.

The temperature is rising quietly, and the breath has long been entangled unknowingly.

Wen Yu could feel that Jiang Yuhe's eyes began to change when he saw him.

There may be desires, but it is more reluctant to give in after contradictory shocks.

It's the kind of compromise that Wen Yu is familiar with.

Her nose was sore, she couldn't hold back and said softly:

"I was wrong, please forgive me."

There was a pause, but after a long absence, "Brother."

"..."

After a long time, Jiang Yuhe let go.

"Go down." With a dumb voice, he looked away, and finally realized that his inner preference for Wen Yu was already her biggest killer.

Brother is enough.

He was helpless.

Jiang Yuhe was upset and picked up a bottle of water on the table. He waited halfway through the drink before he noticed that Wen Yu looked at him blankly.

"What are you looking at."

Wen Yu's tears were still hanging on his face, and he swallowed: "...nothing."

She drank the bottle of water in the morning.

Her body was covered with wet tears, and the smell seemed to adhere to the skin, slowly permeating into the skin, making people uneasy.

Jiang Yuhe pressed his eyebrows, and he didn't know why he wanted to come and suffer such a blow.

He stood up and walked to the window, turned his back to Wen Yu and began to unbutton his shirt button by button.

Wen Yu stood aside and looked silly, "You, what are you doing..."

"Bring me that shirt."

Wen Yu felt guilty, "What shirt, I don't understand."

Jiang Yuhe turned his head, "Do you think I would not know if I took a piece of clothing from my room."

"..."

Wen Yu only glanced at his tight waistline and then dropped his eyes, knowing that he couldn't hide anything from him, muttered to the bedroom and took out the black shirt.

When it was handed over to Jiang Yuhe, in order to fear that he would think of himself as a thief with a special habit, he forcibly explained:

"I, I just missed a pajama that day, so I took one from you."

When he said this, Jiang Yuhe had already buttoned this clean shirt halfway.

He didn't seem to care what Wen Yu was doing with his clothes, so he turned around and looked at the room after he got dressed, and asked, "Where do I sleep."

?

Wen Yu was stunned to ask, and said dazedly: "This seems to be my home."

"You can sleep in my house, but I can't in your house?"

"..."

This wave of logic is perfect.

Wen Yu opened his mouth: "Yes, of course."

Wen Yu's bachelor apartment has two rooms in total, one for himself and one for the guest bedroom.

After all, with the accusation of cheating, eating, drinking and sleeping for three months, Wen Yu now has no reason to refuse this request made by Jiang Yuhe.

She pointed to the guest bedroom: "Is it okay here? You can take a bath inside, there are clean towels, and there is—"

Before he finished speaking, Jiang Yuhe walked over and closed the door: "Don't come in."

Wen Yu: "..."

Still so confident.

Why would I want to enter your room.

Wen Yu went back to the living room to clean up the table, and suddenly stopped when he received the mineral water bottle.

He remembered the way the man's apple was rolling when he drank water, and remembered the way he had just held his waist.

The cheeks instantly flushed, and there was a burst of heat.

So Wen Yu didn't know whether today's re-examination passed the test.

She glanced at the door of the guest bedroom, and sneakily hid the bottle that was going to be thrown in the trash, like a thief.

After cleaning up the living room, Wen Yu also went back to his bedroom to remove makeup and take a shower.

Before, I always wore Jiang Yuhe's shirt to sleep, but now that he took the clothes away, Wen Yu had no choice but to take a piece of his pajamas and put it on.

Turn off the lights and sleep.

But I don't know if what happened today is too magical, or if this man slept next to him, Wen Yu turned over and over again, and couldn't fall asleep for a long time.

Tomorrow there will be a copyright auction conference to attend, she doesn't want to participate in a pair of dark circles.

After thinking about it for a long time, Wen Yu felt that it should be a problem with pajamas.

This month, she wore Jiang Yuhe's shirt to sleep almost every day. Even if she washed it, she would immediately dry it. She felt safe to be wrapped in the spacious and textured clothes.

But now I changed into my own silk pajamas, but I couldn't get used to it.

Wen Yu put on the blindfold and even lighted the aromatherapy. After exhausting all sorts of methods to toss to one point in the night, she woke up helplessly.

He walked gently to the door of the guest bedroom, hesitated for a long time before knocking on the door: "Brother?"

There is no response.

Wen Yu struggled for a few seconds, but decided to bite the bullet and disturb Jiang Yuhe.

She unscrewed the door and walked in—

This month, Jiang Yuhe had a hard time in various senses.

In the spring of the new year, the company projects are piled up like a mountain. He has things hidden in his heart, so he can only concentrate on his work, so that he is too busy to think about things related to Wen Yu.

Fortunately, Wen Yu's pretentious confession tonight made him relax a lot.

At least I know, Wen Yu has cared about how he feels.

In the evening, Liu Zhengming opened Moutai for the meal in the restaurant. He drank a few cups of white, and his staying power was too strong. He just wanted to have a good night's sleep in Wen Yu.

The bed was very soft, and the drunkenness rushed to his head at the moment. Jiang Yuhe fell asleep without taking too long, but I don't know how long it has passed, a voice suddenly called himself:

"brother."

"…brother."

Jiang Yuhe's consciousness was awakened a bit, but it was still vague.

"Well, I will wash and dry your shirt for you, can you change it."

Jiang Yuhe was already 70% awake at this time, lifted his eyelids slightly, and saw a figure standing in front of the bed in the dark, holding a piece of clothing in his hand.

Jiang Yuhe felt that this woman must be playing with him.

"Why do you want to change now." He closed his eyes, his throat was a little hoarse, and he sounded very calm.

But there is a kind of inexplicable sexy.

Wen Yu swallowed carefully, "Because I am used to sleeping in your shirt. I can't sleep without wearing your shirt. I'm not used to it and feel insecure."

There was silence in the dim bedroom for several seconds.

After a long while, Jiang Yuhe seemed to sigh softly.

"Do you want to do it in the middle of the night."

"..."

Wen Yu suddenly dismissed the idea, "I'm sorry."

Turning around and about to leave, a hand behind her suddenly grabbed her, she leaned back and her eyes shook—

He was already lying in Jiang Yuhe's arms.

"Is this safe enough?"

"Sleep me, shut up."

Wen Yu: "..."