Mysterious level up! Shen Ye cries and begs for reconciliation again

"..."

He Yu clenched his hand around the phone and turned off the screen.

Her eyes were unpredictable, her arms were resting on the edge of the car window, and her words were a little bit sarcastic.

"I'm spending the money my sister earns, how come it's dirty? Didn't she think it was dirty when she supported you?"

"Sister He's money is certainly not dirty, but it's disgusting after it's in your hands," Yun Nian said with great disgust, "And you're so young, why don't you go out and find a classmate to feed me at home? How dare you do that?"

"...No," He Yu stepped forward twice, "I'm going to explain this to you. I also have a share of my family's property. What do you mean I'm just eating my sister's food at home? That's called dividends!"

Yun Nian said, "That's because Sister He works very hard in the company, while you eat for free outside. Do you know how many overtime hours Sister He has to work every day?"

"Wait a minute," He Yu noticed something was wrong and looked at her suspiciously, "You don't like my sister, do you?"

He pays so much attention to her that he even knows she is working overtime!

Yun Nian: “…”

Seeing that she didn't say anything, He Yu became anxious.

"You can't. My sister has Brother Gu. They are childhood sweethearts. They have known each other since elementary school. They have a very good relationship and are about to register for marriage. You absolutely cannot get in the way!"

He deliberately emphasized the second half of the sentence.

"Not only are you dirty physically, but your mind is dirty, too."

Yun Nian commented with disgust.

She went on to say, “I have nothing but gratitude towards Sister He.”

He Yu felt relieved for some reason. To be honest, he didn't have much confidence in competing with his sister.

He Ran.

Not only did he single-handedly lead the He family into the realm of the top wealthy, he was also a well-known philanthropist.

I don't know how many times she has been invited to financial magazines and lectures at her alma mater. Her personal charm is so much better than that of He Yu.

Apart from narcolepsy which is unknown to outsiders, he has almost no shortcomings.

"Okay, okay, I believe you," He Yu raised his hands in surrender, "but it's not safe for you to go back alone, how about I let my sister take you back?"

He glanced at the white Bentley in the distance behind him and saw that the license plate number was exactly the same as the one in his sister's garage.

"Why don't you first figure out where you are standing? This is the imperial capital, is it unsafe?"

Yun Nian also saw that Bentley had a deep frown on his face.

In response, He Yu smiled with an ambiguous tone, and was about to raise his hand to Bentley: "Sister..."

It was intercepted by Yun Nian's hand wrapped in his sleeve.

"Don't shout."

Yun Nian stared at him intently.

She has already bothered Sister He enough, and she can't let her be upset by such a small matter.

He Yu looked at her and smiled nonchalantly: "Now you don't mind that I'm dirty?"

Yun Nian suddenly let go of his hand and wiped his sleeves violently as if something extremely dirty was on them.

It looked like it was about to tear the down jacket.

He Yu was in a delicate mood: "If you don't get in my car now, my sister will come and take you there later."

"..."

Yun Nian paused and looked back to see that the white Bentley was approaching. She looked at He Yu with a struggling look in her eyes.

"Come on, my car is fast."

He Yu patted the steering wheel.

When he grinned, his neat, white teeth were exposed, and a few standard wrinkles appeared at the corners of his eyes, making him look very bright and sharp.

Just as the Bentley window was about to open.

Yun Nian took a deep breath, opened the door, got into the sports car, and pointed to the front anxiously.

"Go, go, go!"

"okay."

He Yu stepped on the accelerator and took off. The cars behind could only see the taillights of the Bugatti Chiron.

Inside the Bentley at the back.

"Roll up the window."

He Ran sat in the back seat, propped up his head and looked at the sports car that had disappeared around the corner, his expression showing no joy or anger.

Gu Yan, who was sitting next to her, keenly noticed that she was in a bad mood.

"How about calling Xiaoyu back?"

"No need," He Ran lowered his eyes and leaned back in his chair, "I'm too lazy to care about his affairs."

Gu Yan could tell that he was angry.

"them……"

But he was interrupted just as he opened his mouth to say a few words.

"The driver will take you first. I have to work overtime tonight so I won't go to your place. You don't have to wait for me."

This statement was ambiguous, but Gu Yan knew that it meant that she would not go to his psychological clinic anymore.

He raised his glasses, his amber eyes peering through the lenses.

"You've been working a lot of overtime recently. Is there a problem with the project progress?"

"Almost," He Ran rubbed the bridge of his nose. "You also know that the project in the west of the city has resumed at the beginning of the year. It is normal for something to happen on the construction site. Design and construction are two different things, and both require coordination..."

She stopped suddenly.

Perhaps it was the familiarity of Gu Yan that made her talk more.

Seeing that she didn't want to talk more, Gu Yan was tactful and didn't ask any more questions.

He unbuttoned his neatly-made shirt cuffs, revealing his porcelain-white, firm forearms. He rolled up his sleeves and smiled softly at He Ran.

"I recently learned some methods of massaging the acupuncture points on the head. Can I help you with that?"

"..."

He Ran stopped rubbing his temple and looked at him for a long time without saying anything.

"Comfortable?"

"……Um."

Gu Yan skillfully pressed his temple with his thumb, using the remaining four fingers to assist.

He Ran closed his eyes and his brows were relaxed, which showed that his technique was indeed good.

Gu Yan curled his lips and said, "Come over tonight and I'll give you another massage for a better effect."

"I will work overtime until very late." said He Ran.

"It's okay, I can wait for you, or you can tell me the time and I'll go to your company to find you."

"..."

He Ran's closed eyelashes trembled, and his tone of voice remained flat.

"Doctor Gu, you don't have to wait for me all the time, and you don't have to do this. I don't want to always occupy your private time."

"But I want to wait for you."

Gu Yan's voice was very soft, so soft that it would be almost impossible to hear it if they were not close enough.

Suddenly, He Ran smiled: "You are such a good doctor, so patient with patients, no wonder you have a good reputation in the industry."

Master Gu Yan is a leading figure in the world of psychology.

Although he lives in an inconspicuous little clinic, many people still come to see him. However, he is used to being a Buddhist and may not receive many patients throughout the year.

"No."

Gu Yan lowered his head and He Ran seemed to feel something and suddenly opened her eyes. She saw a magnified gentle and handsome face close to her. Her breathing suddenly skipped a beat.

"Don't you understand my feelings?"

I don't know when the partition with the front row was raised. At this time, the only sound in the car was the breathing of the two people, which was long and slow.

He Ran calmed down and looked at him calmly: "What does Doctor Gu mean? I don't understand."

"We're almost at your clinic," He Ran took his hand away and stood up, "It's time for you to get off the car."

She seemed to be reminding him not to continue and disrupt the balance.

Gu Yan seemed to have made up his mind to have a clean reveal today. After taking a deep breath, he spoke seriously.

"I have liked you for eighteen years," Gu Yan looked at her, emphasizing each word, "He Ran, I don't believe you don't know anything."

How could I not notice anything after eighteen years of secret love?

It's just that one of them is timid and the other one is pretending to be stupid. No one broke the window paper, and they have been living in peace for many years.