The beauty god is forced to love every day

Chen Huaian's black eyes were filled with joy and affection, and he smiled at Yang Yizhou obediently, "I understand, Yizhou, I love you."

Yang Yizhou looked at Chen Huaian like this, and the anger in his heart dissipated. Ever since he was with Chen Huaian.

I stayed with him wholeheartedly, never went to any entertainment venues, and never did anything to let him down.

He thought he was treating Chen Huaian very well, but Chen Huaian was very insecure and was always jealous.

"What do you think I should do with you? I love you too, Huai'an." He then lowered his head and kissed her.

Chen Huaian was immersed in this gentle kiss and suddenly felt like a piece of shit. It was obvious that Yizhou was completely devoted to him.

But he still went crazy like this. He was not worthy of Yizhou at all. He was just a despicable villain.

At this moment, there was a sudden knock on the door, and the two separated suddenly. Chen Huaian reached out to button up Yang Yizhou's shirt.

"Forget it, I'm going to take a shower. You clean up and open the door for Yucheng and the others." Yang Yizhou said as he got up and went to the bathroom.

Chen Huaian straightened his clothes and went to open the door.

Yan Qing looked at Chen Huaian who opened the door and couldn't help but mutter, "Brother An, are you asleep? Why did you lock the door?"

Chen Huaian smiled and made up an excuse casually, "No, I just heard that someone lost something recently, and I was worried about the safety, so I locked the door."

"Oh!"

As soon as Yu Cheng came in, he smelled a scent. He silently opened the balcony door a little and stood on the balcony for a while before going in.

Yan Qing was organizing her things and didn't notice anything. She was just looking at the homework in the group on her phone.

Yu Cheng wore headphones and had a video conference with Jiang Huai, mainly about expanding the business to Beijing, and the two had a disagreement.

Jianghuai advocated immediate entry, while Yucheng felt that the technology was not mature enough and needed to be tested for a period of time.

Jiang Huai stretched out his hand and tugged at his tie, his tone a little irritable, "Yucheng, you know I can't wait, Beijing is my ultimate goal."

"I know." Yu Cheng pinched his brows and looked at Jiang Huai after a while. "I know you are anxious, but this technology is still in the experimental stage."

"Although the data feedback is better than expected and no problems have arisen for the time being, the three-month trial as agreed upon cannot be shortened."

Jiang Huai stared at Yu Cheng's cold face again and again, and he was furious. "Yu Cheng, it was partly your responsibility that Feng Yi went bankrupt."

"If you hadn't given up on Fengyi, sold your shares, and even refused to keep the core technology, how could Fengyi have gone bankrupt?"

"You want to return to the Fu family, but don't you want to take revenge on how the Fu family treated you?"

Yu Cheng's black eyes were filled with ice, and he said coldly, "Jiang Huai, you are not rational today. Let's talk about it another day."

Jiang Huai immediately realized that he had said the wrong thing. No one could be blamed for what happened in the past, Yu Cheng. He was just anxious.

"I'm sorry, I'll come back to you when I calm down."

Having said that, he cut off the video, leaned back in his boss chair, covered his eyes with his hands, and raised a wry smile at the corner of his mouth.

It’s not that he was anxious, but he really couldn’t wait any longer. That person was getting married, and if he didn’t fight back, he would really have nothing.

In the dormitory.

Yu Cheng looked at the screen, feeling powerless in his heart. He leaned back in his chair tiredly and closed his eyes.

When Yang Yizhou came out, he was wearing a blue casual suit and wiping his wet hair. He said as he walked, "Brother Cheng, Xiao Yanqing, do you want to go out and get together tonight? It's my birthday."

Yu Cheng slowly opened his eyes, thought about it and agreed, "Okay."

Yan Qing took the paintbrush between her lips and nose and looked over, "Brother Zhou, happy birthday."

Yang Yizhou threw the towel to Chen Huaian and said with a smile, "Xiao Yanqing is really sweet. You came here just to give me face."

"Okay." Yan Qing agreed and continued thinking about his homework.

At night, the extravagant nightlife has just begun, and the neon lights and flashing car lights make the whole city look like a dream.

The top floor of Yu Shang Ren Jian was reserved. Under the flickering lights, there was a strong smell of cigarettes and alcohol. The younger generation of Jiangcheng's upper class circles were all here.

Even Gu Zhiyan, who was usually not sociable, was sitting on the sofa. Even though he didn't like this kind of occasion, he still had to give face to the Yang family.

Not to mention that he and Yang Yizhou and Chen Huaian grew up together, and their families are neighbors, so they don't usually interact with each other.

But such occasions must come.

He took a sip of champagne and looked at his ring finger. He carefully stroked the pattern of the ring and vaguely saw two letters: YL.

I was thinking about what that poor kid was doing. He didn't have classes today, so he should be sleeping in the dormitory! I would bring him breakfast tomorrow morning and take him to class.

Yang Yizhou wore an exquisite and noble black vest with a striped shirt. The well-cut design outlined the perfect waistline.

That slim waist is enough to make anyone fascinated. Her long black hair is fixed with hairspray, revealing her smooth forehead.

She strode down from the disco stage, sat down next to Gu Zhiyan, and put her arm around his shoulder in a familiar manner.

"That's cool, go try it."

Gu Zhiyan moved his shoulder away in disgust, and looking at the chaotic scene above, he couldn't help but frown.

He said coldly, "No, I don't like it."

Yang Yizhou was not surprised at all when he heard this. He poured himself a glass of wine, drank half of it, leaned back lazily, and took out a cigarette.

"Would you like one?"

Gu Zhiyan silently moved away a little, "No."

Yang Yizhou knew Gu Zhiyan's temper, so he took a cigarette and opened the lighter lid with his fingertips with a "click". The faint blue flame lit the cigarette.

White smoke slowly came out of his mouth. The rising smoke made him squint his eyes. "You haven't been home recently."

"That day Aunt Yu asked me, what are you doing at school? Why haven't you been home for a week?"

Gu Zhiyan looked at the ring on his hand and remembered reading his mother's message that day. Yu Luo was in so much pain that he was so busy comforting her that he forgot to reply.

"I understand. I'll go back tonight."

When Yang Yizhou heard this, he remembered Aunt Yu's strange expression that day and couldn't help but remind her, "Be careful."

"Don't get caught, or I think you'll be beaten to death. You should know that."

Gu Zhiyan's eyes fell on Yang Yizhou, and after struggling for a long time, he finally asked, "How did you get your parents' consent in the first place?"

Yang Yizhou didn't expect Gu Zhiyan to ask this. He raised his eyebrows and responded to what happened at the beginning, still feeling a little sad.

He took a sip of wine and said, "I was doing it at home when I was discovered."