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To be honest, Ye Jialing didn't pay much attention to Jiang Yilou's speech, he was just watching Jiang Yilou instead.

He was even more nervous than Jiang Yilou, and his eyes were tightly locked on the man's face—that smiling face was extremely handsome when he usually looked at it up close, but at this moment when he watched it from a distance, it was also impeccably handsome.

He articulated clearly, pronounced his words standardly, and his deep voice echoed in the lecture hall. Almost no one present spoke, and they all listened to him quietly.

The speech seemed to be over quickly.

Jiang Yilou naturally wouldn't linger at the scene - his time was more precious than anyone else's.

The host on the stage was still talking about something, Jiang Yilou was about to leave, the principal of University A shook hands with him very kindly to see him off, so everyone in the audience didn't care what was being said on the stage, and all their eyes fell on that It was on a man of tall stature and impressive temperament.

Ye Jialing didn't have much interest in the following programs, so he said to Wu Shu beside him:

"Let's go too."

The student sitting on the other side of him immediately said with some disapproval: "Is there any mistake! Did you come here just for Jiang Yilou? This is a bit disrespectful to the guests behind!"

He probably thought that Ye Jialing was also a student of University A, after all Ye Jialing looked small.

His voice was a little loud, and everyone around looked at Ye Jialing and Wu Shu.

At this moment, Jiang Yilou, who was about to leave, also noticed the commotion here, turned around and glanced at them, then smiled and said a few words to the school leader, and then strode towards Ye Jialing.

Everyone looked at him in confusion.

He walked to the exit where Ye Jialing was, smiled and called him in a low voice: "Jialing!"

Ye Jialing's heart skipped a beat immediately, and then jumped up quickly.

His peripheral vision told him that many probing eyes fell on him.

The lips could not be suppressed at all, he walked to Jiang Yilou's side, and his hand was immediately held:

"Walk."

As he spoke, he took his hand and strode toward the back door.

Ye Jialing also had no time to pay attention to the sight behind him, followed Jiang Yilou, and quickly walked out of the lecture hall.

"Did I speak well?" Jiang Yilou turned to ask him, his black eyes burning.

"Okay, very good." Ye Jialing said subconsciously—maybe even if Jiang Yilou's speech was not good, in his heart, it was still good.

"That's good." Jiang Yilou raised the corners of his lips again, pointing to a teaching building not far away and said, "That teaching building is called Jiang Peiwu Science and Technology Building, after Grandpa's name." Named."

Ye Jialing looked in the direction he pointed, and sure enough, he saw a newly completed building with a unique design and a strong sense of technology standing in the northeast of University A.

Just as he was about to exclaim, "It's beautiful", he heard Jiang Yilou say again:

"I thought, how about donating another ancient books library, called 'Jialing Ancient Books Library'?"

Ye Jialing was taken aback, and couldn't help but stare at him blankly. He didn't even know what to say for a while, but Jiang Yilou said with a low smile:

"I think it sounds good. Your name is already antique, and it's perfect for the Ancient Books Museum."

"You, don't be joking..." Ye Jialing said while walking in his footsteps, raising his embarrassingly red face.

"How could I be joking?" Jiang Yilou stopped and looked at him seriously, "I have already mentioned it to the school leaders, and I also told them that if you are asked to be a lecturer in University A, just say that you are the best at The ancient history, grandpa also agrees."

Ye Jialing was stunned again.

Even grandpa knows about this?

"But……"

"Nothing to worry about." Jiang Yilou pulled him out of the stairs and walked to his car, "I will arrange students who are not history majors for you first, and after you get used to the semester, I will arrange students who are history majors for you .You can do it, Jialing."

Ye Jialing no longer refuted.

Jiang Yilou has already arranged for him very well, and in fact he likes this job very much. He rejected Jiang Yilou just because he was afraid that he would not be competent. Now, since he is afraid that he is not competent, he should try his best to make himself competent. After all, as a non-history major, the pressure is less.

The two got into the car together.

Sitting next to him, Jiang Yilou lowered his head slightly and talked to him: "I thought I'd come out first and then call you...someone bought you some clothes, in my office, you go and try them on?"

He was so close, and his unique masculine aura rushed towards his face, Ye Jialing couldn't bear it a little bit, turned his face slightly, and nodded: "Okay."

The two went to Jiang Yilou's office together.

Jiang Yilou's secretaries welcomed him as usual, with a beam of joy visible to the naked eye.

However, Jiang Yilou didn't let him stay, and directly dragged him into the lounge on the side of the office.

There is a bathroom with a shower, two wardrobes, and a bed that is not too big or too small. Jiang Yilou probably sleeps here sometimes during lunch breaks or when working overtime is too late.

Jiang Yilou took a few boxes out of the closet, opened them, took out the clothes and put them beside the bed, and said, "Look at it, do you like it?"

Ye Jialing didn't feel shy either, he turned around and took a look——Hey, isn't this a nightgown?

He looked sideways at Jiang Yilou who was standing in front of the closet: "Is this nightgown mine too?"

The two of them stood between the wardrobe and the bed, very close to each other, and when they turned their heads, they could see Jiang Yilou who was a head taller than him.

"En." Jiang Yilou smiled, and said, "Then try it first."

"Huh?" Ye Jialing's heart skipped a beat, trying on a nightgown in front of Jiang Yilou?His face turned red up to his ears.

Jiang Yilou was indifferent, like a professional stylist, with no evil thoughts in his heart: "Made of silk, it should be quite comfortable, but I don't know that such close-fitting clothes don't fit your size."

Seeing him, Ye Jialing had no other intentions, so he could only say: "Okay... I'll try."

He turned around, turned his back to Jiang Yilou, tried his best to ignore the sight behind him, and took off his T-shirt pretending to be calm. Once he took it off, his skin was suddenly exposed to the air, which felt a little cool. Coupled with the gaze behind him, The skin feels more and more uncomfortable.

He took the nightgown stiffly, put it on quickly, and closed the skirts on both sides, but looked down, where were the buttons on the skirts?

He turned his head to look at Jiang Yilou suspiciously, and saw that he seemed to have realized it, and said:

"Oh, I forgot, the nightgown has no buttons, only belts..." He added, "I'll tie it for you."

Saying that, instead of grabbing the belt, he turned his hands and took off the suit.

Ye Jialing's heart almost jumped out.

However, Jiang Yilou threw his suit jacket on the bed, bent over to get the belt on the bed, leaned over, passed his hands between Ye Jialing's arms and waist, and kept his head very close to Ye Jialing.

Ye Jialing was almost enveloped by his masculine aura, which seemed to be fragrant but not fragrant. In front of him was the man's muscular upper body, so close that he could hear his heartbeat.

He suddenly became short of breath, but he didn't dare to be presumptuous, so he tried his best to suppress it—almost feeling like he couldn't breathe.

Jiang Yilou seemed to be hugging him, but he clearly didn't hug him, with a serious look on his handsome face, his fiery and lengthy breath hit Ye Jialing's face, and he gently tied a bow on his belt with both hands.

He was so conscientious and restrained, but Ye Jialing's face was flushed, his waist was limp and his body was limp, his breathing was short of breath, and he could hardly stand up.