Chapter 341 Jiang Yucheng, You Give Me Back

   "Does it look good?"

  The yin-bird's voice rang in Ye Yunshu's ears, and she raised her head alertly.

  The figure of Jiang Yucheng did not know when he stood in front of her, looking at her coldly, or at the portrait in her hand coldly.

   "Why are you here?"

   Seeing Jiang Yucheng, Ye Yunshu didn't look good, and was about to retreat and leave. Jiang Yucheng had already grabbed her, grabbed the portrait in her hand and looked at it.

  He had been standing there a long time ago, but she hadn't noticed it, and she smiled happily with Lan Tingjun, her charming and charming face was bright and moving that he had never seen before.

  He couldn't wait to step forward and tear her away. She had never smiled at him like this, whether it was the hypocritical smile at the first meeting or the disgusting glance every time she met.

   "Jiang Yucheng, you give it back to me."

   Seeing his own things were snatched away, Ye Yunshu angrily wanted to take them back, but Jiang Yucheng wouldn’t take them back if they didn’t give it to her.

   "Give it back to you?! Didn't you smile brightly at him? If you smile at me, I can consider giving it back to you."

  Jiang Yucheng was very jealous, very angry, grabbed Ye Yunshu's hand hard, and said coldly.

   "Don't think about it, even if I die, I won't smile at you."

   Ye Yunshu hates Jiang Yucheng more and more, and she can’t wait to let him roll away.

   "You hate me so much. You would rather laugh at others than look at me."

  Jiang Yucheng's face was cold, and he grabbed Ye Yunshu hard, and Ye Yunshu's wrist quickly turned red.

  She couldn't help but sneered, "Mr. Jiang, I think you like me like this. Isn't it lucky that Mr. Jiang likes me?"

   Jiang Yucheng shook Ye Yunshu away, looked at her coldly, and suddenly tore the portrait to pieces.

   "No!"

   Ye Yunshu watched Jiang Yucheng ruthlessly tore up the portrait, and looked at Jiang Yucheng resentfully.

  She hates him, hates him, hates him all her life.

  "Don’t you like him, don’t you want to keep his portrait, then I will tear it up and show it to you."

  Jiang Yuchengyin smiled and clasped Ye Yunshu’s chin, “I said not to talk to other men, why don’t you listen.”

  When I think of Ye Yunshu smiling at Jun Lan Ting, the anger in his heart can't help but radiate.

  The portrait was very well painted. He painted the most beautiful side of her. His heart was so angry that he tore it to pieces without thinking.

The moment    was torn apart, there was a moment of regret, and he saw the deep hatred in her eyes.

   Ye Yunshu slapped Jiang Yucheng fiercely, "I hate you, Jiang Yucheng, I hate you."

  Jiang Yucheng Junmei's face turned aside, and the corners of his eyes turned red to look at Ye Yunshu, "Hate me? Then hate me."

  Since she can’t get her likes, hate is also excellent.

   "Jiang Yucheng!"

  Lu Wanchu's icy voice came from not far away, and quickly ran to Ye Yunshu, looking at Ye Yunshu's red eyes, distressed, "Jiang Shao, I told you not to provoke her."

  Jiang Yucheng looked at Lu Wanchu coldly, his eyes fell on Fu Yixing, who was walking towards this side, without saying a word.

   "Let's go."

  Lu held Ye Yunshu's hand early in the evening. She had never seen Ye Yunshu so angry before. This Jiang Yucheng was really a scourge.

   Ye Yunshu bent down and picked up the drawing paper scattered on the ground.

  The blue veins of Jiang Yucheng's temple burst out, and he stretched out his hand to grab Ye Yunshu.

  Lu Wanchu grabbed Jiang Yucheng's hand first, and looked at Jiang Yucheng coldly, "Mr. Jiang, self-respect."

   Jiang Yucheng smiled indifferently, and wanted to withdraw his hand, only to find that Lu Wanchu's hand was so powerful that he didn't pull it out for a while.

  (End of this chapter)