A Villainess Needs to Have the Ability of a Villainess

Wen Yu immediately understood the meaning of Jiang Yuhe's eyes and waved his hand: "Don't get me wrong, I definitely didn't mean that."

Then came a wave of sincere flattery: "Brother, you are very good like this, very good. There are not many men who still guard their ethics."

"Okay." Jiang Yuhe didn't know where she learned these strange words.

He sat down on the edge of the bed, then pointed to the sofa chair opposite and nodded: "Sit down."

Wen Yu sat down very obediently.

"Run over without saying a word, why do you surprise me?"

Wen Yu twisted his bag with both hands, as if you knowingly asked: "Otherwise, I really thought I would come and watch you change your clothes."

Really, do men nowadays have to be clear and clear?

You can’t learn to sit in a seat by yourself.

Jiang Yuhe wanted to laugh at her pretentious look.

With his elbows on his legs, he leaned forward slightly, and said in a hurry, "But I think you just peeked behind the curtain and you were very happy."

Wen Yu: "..."

"Are you satisfied."

Coughing, Wen Yu nodded quite calmly: "It's okay."

To be honest, Jiang Yuhe's figure is indeed still very upright.

Especially the tight latissimus dorsi muscle is too safe, and the inverted triangle extending down from the mermaid line reveals a secret, seductive and sexy.

Wait a minute.

Am I greedy for brother's body?

How can I have such a yellow thought?

Wen Yu, you are dirty!

Jiang Yuhe just looked at Wen Yu in front of him for a while thoughtfully, then his face was full of tenderness, and then he was serious and dignified, and his expression changed more and more every time.

He leaned back carelessly and looked at her: "What are you thinking?"

Wen Yu returned to his senses, pursing his lips, abruptly—"Miss you."

Jiang Yuhe: "..."

After Wen Yu said it impulsively, he actually regretted it and felt that he was not reserved enough, but compared it--

Comparing "missing you" and "thinking of your body", the former instantly looks beautiful and refined.

In order to get some face back for herself immediately, Wen Yu asked, "Don't you think about me these days."

Before Jiang Yuhe could speak, the twelfth aunt appeared again.

He knocked on the door: "Master, the old lady let Xiaoyu go down and drink something."

After speaking, he pushed the door in, holding a stack of clean clothes in his hand, and stood at the door: "I didn't bother you to surprise you!"

Wen Yu: "..."

I think you came in on purpose to disturb you.

Seeing that they didn't seem to have any opinions, the twelfth aunt sent the clothes in very diligently: "Master, this was what you changed yesterday. It has been dry cleaned."

She turned around and hung the shirts in the closet one by one, paused, and pulled out one of them, "Master, it's not that I said you, when will the black shirt you wear when you come back from Jiangcheng let me wash it? I am so reluctant to be washed by the God of Wealth or being enlightened by the Bodhisattva."

Jiang Yuhe: "..."

Wen Yu: "?"

Jiang Yuhe quickly walked over to put the black shirt back in place, and then glanced at the twelfth aunt: "Why didn't I realize that you have such a strong desire to act."

Twelfth aunt: "?"

"Get out."

The twelfth aunt was aggrieved and kicked out.

The room was silent.

For a long time, Wen Yu coughed and smiled with her lips pressed: "Okay, there is no need to answer that question just now, I know the answer."

Jiang Yuhe didn't have the embarrassment after the secret was exposed. On the contrary, he was calm and terrible, and said without changing his face: "It's good to know."

After speaking, he raised his chin and pointed downstairs, "Go down and drink."

Wen Yu curled his lips and stood up: "Oh."

The two went downstairs in tandem.

It should be known that Wen Yu came back, and the twelfth aunt specially cooked the dessert she liked to eat before. The family sat at the table and chatted small things. Fu Wenqing suddenly asked: "Did Xiaoyu talk about her boyfriend."

Wen Yu almost choked.

Wiped it with paper, "No."

Fu Wenqing looked quite satisfied, "Your brother Yu He didn't talk about his girlfriend either."

Wen Yu's face blushed inexplicably, always feeling that the old lady's words were a bit interesting.

But the next second, the old lady looked at her lovingly: "If you have a girl of the right age around you, help him introduce it?"

After a pause, I also took care of Jiang Yuhe: "You too, help Xiaoyu find something, how can you say that you two got into brothers and sisters by mistake."

Wen Yu: "..."

Good guy, this old lady is kind of cute and happy.

Jiang Yuhe returned the words indifferently: "We don't need others to worry about our affairs."

Wen Yu was taken aback and looked at him.

...About the two of us.

Both of us?

These three words are too meaningful, as if they have unilaterally locked the relationship between himself and him.

Wen Yu understands, but Fu Wenqing doesn't.

She understood Jiang Yuhe's words literally, and didn't think too much, so the topic skipped over.

Wen Yu also chatted with the elderly peacefully about other things, occasionally meeting Jiang Yuhe's inadvertently with his eyes, and then quickly withdrew.

Like an affair, the surface is light and windy, but the actual heart is throbbing crazily.

At this moment, Wen Yu truly experienced the emotional essence of the brother and sister in the dog-blood drama "Yellow Life and Death" when facing their parents.

Also, it's exciting.

After eating dessert, Jiang Yuhe sent Wen Yu back.

"Which hotel to stay in." He asked after getting in the car.

Wen Yu fastened his seat belt and said, "I didn't live in a hotel, I live in Guannan Apartment on Xinyue Street."

Jiang Yuhe paused and frowned: "Why do you live there?"

"The house my brother rented."

"Song Qingyou is here too?"

"……what's happenin?"

Jiang Yuhe got a headache when he heard the name.

Every time this real brother appeared, he robbed Wen Yu from himself, without exception.

This time it is again.

Jiang Yuhe's eyes were obviously sinking a little, and he did not speak any more, and drove towards the Guannan Apartment.

However, Wenyu took the initiative to ask which pot to open and which pot to mention. He asked about the phone call in the afternoon.

"Didn't you say that when I return to Beijing, tell me what you are doing this afternoon?"

At a red light intersection, Jiang Yuhe calmly stepped on the brakes, stopped for a few seconds, and looked at Wen Yu:

"I look at the house."

Wen Yu remembered the sentence [Mr. Jiang, what do you think of these sets] that I had entered on the phone in the afternoon, and suddenly understood-"Oh, you want to buy a house?"

Jiang Yuhe: "I bought it for you."

Wen Yu: "......?"

Almost instantly, Jin Wu Cangjiao jumped into his brain.

No wonder Jiang Yuhe just knew that Wen Qingyou had rented a house for himself, and his expression was ugly.

It turned out that my brother had inadvertently ruined the fake brother's plan.

Wen Yu's throat is a little hot, "But, why should you buy me a house to live in?"

"It's not exactly you who live." Jiang Yuhe paused and said lightly: "There is still me."

"..."

This time Wen Yu was really stunned.

She stared at Jiang Yuhe in disbelief.

Boy, do you really want to hide fish in the Golden House?

You dare to admit it.

"So I'll talk to your brother about this later." The green light was on, and Jiang Yuhe turned the steering wheel with one hand. After driving for tens of meters, he suddenly sighed with impatience, "Why do you have a real brother."

"..."

When the car drove downstairs to the Guannan Apartment, the road to Yuanjia was narrow, and it happened to meet Wen Qingyou who was back.

"It's such a coincidence, to send Yuyu back?" Wen Qingyou greeted gently.

Jiang Yuhe raised his eyes and glanced at the apartment building, and said lightly: "Wen Yu is 23 years old, is it inappropriate to live with a 29-year-old brother?"

Wen Yu: "..."

They are all men. How could Wen Qingyou not understand Jiang Yuhe's thoughts? He smiled and said, "So what does Mr. Jiang mean?"

"I prepared a separate suite for her."

"Oh?" Wen Qingyou smiled deeper, "Does she live alone."

For a moment, Jiang Yuhe said frankly: "I will take care of her."

The spring in Beijing came late, and the weather in April was still a bit cold at night, making Wen Yu sandwiched between the two brothers, making her whole body chilly.

Wen Qingyou directly pulled Wen Yu to his side and smiled lightly: "Jiang is always an adult man. You should understand that it seems even more inappropriate to live with my sister without getting married."

Wen Yu smelled an inexplicable smell of gunpowder.

She wants to say something, but she doesn't know what to say. Jiang Yuhe is strong, and her brother is definitely not a good thing.

Fortunately, this discussion ended soon.

Jiang Yuhe didn't argue any more, he just nodded, and tugged at the corner of his mouth, "Okay."

Wen Yu always felt that his word "OK" was saying-you wait.

"Go back to bed early."

After speaking, Jiang Yuhe returned to the car indifferently. There was no expression on his face, the engine roared, and the black car body quickly disappeared into the night after the windows were full.

Wen Yu looked at the back of the car and reluctantly said to Wen Qingyou: "Can you two meet each other with the tip of the needle? It's hard for me to do it."

Wen Qingyou: "If you are not sure about your relationship, can I let you live with him?"

"I know." Wen Yu shut up and walked forward, "You are not allowed to bully him."

Wen Qingyou: "..."

Back in Beijing, although Wen Yu had a big emotional reason because of Jiang Yuhe, his career was not distracted at all.

The development team assigned to her by Jiang Yuhe soon joined the company. They have strong execution ability and fast speed. But Wen Yu is a newcomer. In many cases, he has to learn from them and make progress, which leads to Beijing. In her first week, she stayed in the office almost all the time.

Haven't been shopping, haven't eaten in restaurants, let alone soaked in.

Instead, it is gnawing documents, gnawing materials, eating takeaways, meetings, and meeting partners.

It was also at this time that she knew how powerful Jiang Yuhe gave her such an excellent team to the entire project.

"Mr. Wen, Mr. Zhong's screenwriter team just called and said something needs to be postponed for an hour."

It was Tang Huai's personal secretary sent to Wen Yu by Jiang Yuhet. He was a handsome man despite his strong professional skills.

Wen Yu looked up from the table full of information and glanced at his watch: "Is it changed to six o'clock?"

Tang Huai said, "Yes."

This time is really not embarrassing.

"Okay." Wen Yu took a sip of the mineral water on the table, "You quickly help me order meal A from the opposite restaurant."

The next meeting will last for at least two or three hours. At this time, eat the meal in advance, otherwise you will definitely not be able to survive.

Twenty minutes later, the fast food was delivered. Wen Yu hurriedly opened it, only to find that today's dishes were cold, and the rice was extremely hard, chewing dry in his mouth, making it hard to swallow.

Wen Yu forced herself to eat a few bites. At 5:50, Tang Huai came in and informed her: "Mr. Zhong's team is here, in the conference room."

"Okay." Wen Yu quickly put the lunch box aside, took out the mirror to patch up the makeup, and then got up: "Let's go."

Tang Huai nodded and followed him, and before he walked out of the office, he looked back at the table and only had a few bites of food.

When I came out of the meeting room again, it was already half past nine in the evening.

This meeting took half an hour longer than I expected.

Wen Yu returned to the office with the heavy manuscript. When sitting in the chair, she felt like everyone was falling apart.

The elders in this group of circles are better than one. She concentrated her whole body's attention to listen to their terms and rules, and to be honest--

too tired.

Only then did she know how lax Jiang Yuhe used to treat her so-called discipline.

I really entered this circle, and the oncoming people battled their hearts, weighed their interests, and every move made Wen Yu exhausted.

She tried to sit up and continue to look at the main points of the discussion, but when she watched, her vision became blurred.

The eyelids closed as if they were not obliged.

Wen Yu slowly lay down on the table, thinking about it for ten minutes. When he woke up, he still had to compare and analyze the screenwriting teams he had come into contact with these days, and choose a cooperating team as soon as possible.

Jiang Yuhe came here at this time.

After seven consecutive days of work, he ate fast food every day, and went to a meeting today without even eating a few bites of food. He had to come over to catch Wen Yu to eat the meal.

The ordinary employees of the company just finished working overtime and left. Tang Huai took Jiang Yuhe to Wen Yu's office and knocked on the door twice, but there was no response inside.

Tang Huai opened the door gently and saw Wen Yu asleep on the table.

Jiang Yuhe: "You get off work first."

Tang Huai: "Yes."

Gently closing the door, Jiang Yuhe glanced at the office first.

The area is not big, but it is quite spacious, and Wen Yu is enough for one person.

There were scattered documents all over the desk, and Wen Yu was so tired as he was buried in the pile of documents.

In fact, she didn't have to work so hard.

He has enough ability to let her live as she pleases.

But Jiang Yuhe knew that Wen Yu was unwilling to be just a vase eldest lady, especially after bankruptcy, and his eagerness to prove himself became stronger.

She sometimes seems innocent and tender, but in fact she has resilience in her bones.

For example, at the time of the heavy rain, I dared to stand in front of myself and gamble.

Jiang Yuhe always remembered the look in Wen Yu's eyes at that time, which was soft and full of tenacity.

She is very beautiful like a rose, delicate and seductive, but not the kind that only has a few days of vitality in a vase.

It is the wild rose that grows on the cliffs, smart and bold, no lack of wisdom, and will constantly change according to the environment to suit one's state. When touched, it will be thorny, but it makes him more conquer and possessive.

Thinking of this, Jiang Yuhe bends his lips inexplicably while looking at Wen Yu lying on the table.

He put the fallen mineral water bottle on the table upright, then took off his jacket and draped it gently on Wen Yu.

But I didn't expect to wake her up.

Wen Yu dimly opened his eyes and saw that it was Jiang Yuhe, "Why are you here?"

"I can't find you for a week. Come and see what you are up to."

Wen Yushun sat upright with long hair, "Don't pretend, what am I doing every day, doesn't Tang Huai report to you every five and ten?"

Jiang Yuhe smiled without denying it.

He looked at the files that Wen Yu had pressed on the desktop, sat down beside her and asked, "Where is it going."

Wen Yu rubbed his temples, "I just came into contact with Teacher Zhong's team. In fact, several teams are now entangled in how to deal with the relationship between the two men and two women in the original book, whether to re-adapt it, and how to carry out the adaptation. "

Jiang Yuhe: "Yeah."

Wen Yu knew that his um meant he wanted to continue speaking.

Anyway, she really wanted to find someone to talk to, so she said:

"I read the original book, and I can feel the reason why everyone is entangled. The second female and the second male are first loves. They have been in love for many years, but they haven’t achieved a positive result. The original has an open ending. It makes me scratch my heart. Please be sweet, and really—"

Wen Yu held his chin thoughtfully, paused, and shook his head, with a regretful tone:

"The first love is not together, it is indeed a bit unreasonable."

After saying this for a long time, the office is quiet.

It was not until Wen Yu found out that something was wrong and turned to look at Jiang Yuhe, only to find that the man was leaning on the seat, lightly resting one hand on the tabletop.

"is it."

He looked at her faintly, for a moment—"How unreasonable is it?"