C150 You're Jealous?
C150 You're Jealous?
His brother was good at anything. However, there was no way to not protect Liang Fengyue.
Sheng Yeting was too lazy to explain. His gaze fell on the soup that Liang Fengyue brought, "She came to deliver the soup. Do you want it? Otherwise, I'll throw it away."
Jiang Xiyun had already gotten used to Sheng Yeting's cold attitude. Whenever Liang Fengyue had given him something, it would always fall into his hands.
"I know, I'll just take it."
Jiang Xiyun said as he walked to the edge of the sofa and held the heat preservation box in his hands.
It felt heavy, just like his heavy heart right now.
Coincidentally, Xia Xingcheng heard the commotion and slowly opened her eyes. Jiang Xiyun's figure was just in front of her eyes.
Xia Xingcheng looked surprised and quickly got up. With an awkward expression, she said, "Young Master Jiang, why are you here?"
Seeing that she had woken up, Jiang Xiyun greeted her politely, "What a coincidence, Miss Xia."
After saying that, he helplessly looked at Sheng Yeting, thinking that it wasn't me who woke her up, so it had nothing to do with him.
Knowing that she had slept in Sheng Yeting's office for a while, Xia Xingcheng felt a little embarrassed. She quickly said, "Um, do you have something to say? You guys chat first, I'll take my leave. "
Xia Xingcheng stood up and was about to leave, but was stopped by Sheng Yeting after a few steps.
"Stop, what are you doing? Stay here."
Then, he looked at Jiang Xiyun with a warning look, "Is there anything else?"
Jiang Xiyun was scared to death. He quickly laughed and said, "It's fine, it's fine. I'll be leaving first then."
Then, he took the heat preservation box and was about to leave.
Xia Xingcheng noticed this with her sharp eyes and couldn't help but ask doubtfully, "Young master Jiang, is that a lunchbox in your hand? You haven't eaten yet?"
Jiang Xiyun was speechless. He really wanted to find a hole to hide in. But at this moment, Sheng Yeting was still looking at him with a smirk. It was clear that he didn't want to make him feel better.
Thinking about it, Jiang Xiyun made a decision. He smiled and said, "Miss Xia, I came to deliver the soup to your friend. Your friend here doesn't appreciate your kindness. How about you help me persuade him?"
At this moment, Sheng Yeting's face immediately darkened as he glared fiercely at Jiang Xiyun.
Jiang Xiyun turned his back and ignored the breathtaking gaze. He could not help but feel nervous.
However, he had already said it, he wanted to see what Sheng Yeting would say.
Xia Xingcheng's first reaction was surprise when she heard that it was Jiang Xiyun who came to deliver the soup to Sheng Yeting, but she immediately guessed the truth.
Perhaps the woman's intuition was too shrewd, and Xia Xingcheng could smell an ambiguous scent at the first possible moment.
Presumably, this soup was sent over by Jiang Xiyun due to Liang Fengyue.
With this knowledge, Xia Xingcheng's expression immediately turned grim. "I have no way of persuading him. It's his business whether he accepts you or not. It has nothing to do with me."
With that, Xia Xingcheng no longer looked at them. She sat on the sofa and started to look at her phone.
Jiang Xiyun felt embarrassed and could only bitterly nod his head. In the end, he took the soup and left under the eyes of Sheng Yeting who was about to kill.
Who would have thought that Xia Xingcheng was so smart that he would fail to steal a chicken and lose a rice. It didn't make any sense at all.
However, when Jiang Xiyun thought about how Liang Fengyue's diligently cooked soup was worthless in Sheng Yeting's eyes, he felt a little sour in his heart. He didn't know if it was because of him or Liang Fengyue.
At this moment, only Xia Xingcheng and Sheng Yeting were left in the office.
Xia Xingcheng thought of the soup she had just eaten. She felt a bit annoyed, so she said in a muffled voice, "Miss Liang brought you something, why don't you want it?"
Sheng Yeting looked up. His originally cold eyes now had a hint of a smile.
"Then I'll keep it, and you'll be happy?"
"I didn't say it had nothing to do with me." Xia Xingcheng immediately retorted.
The smile in Sheng Yeting's eyes became even wider, "Then, can I say that you're jealous?"
With that said, Xia Xingcheng's face immediately flushed red. She looked at him with an angry expression as if he had said something to her. She covered it up and said, "There's nothing wrong, don't speak nonsense."
"I just … I just feel like …"
Finally, Xia Xingcheng gradually stopped talking. She looked at Sheng Yeting guiltily and finally shut her mouth.
Xia Xingcheng's annoyed look caught Sheng Yeting's eyes. For the first time in his life, Sheng Yeting had a sense of satisfaction from the bottom of his heart.
He never allowed himself to lose his composure, so Sheng Yeting quickly lowered his head to deal with the matters in his hands.
When he got off work to pick Xiaobao up from school, he decided not to make things difficult for Xia Xingcheng.
Even though Xia Xingcheng's appearance was cute, it didn't mean that she was stupid.
That night, Liang Fengyue was drinking by herself in the bar. Her mind was filled with the scenes from Sheng Yeting's office.
She cooked the soup with all her heart. She thought Yeting would feel a little touched. She would be satisfied if she even looked at her once more.
She thought everything she had done was worth it. Even if Sheng Yeting was not cold to her now, but one day in the future, he would definitely come and beat her.
It was because she knew that no woman could match up to Sheng Yeting. Her family, her appearance, were all outstanding.
And there was never a woman beside Sheng Yeting who was like her, staying by his side for more than 10 years.
However, since the appearance of this woman today, everything seemed to have changed.
Not only did Sheng Yeting bring the woman home, he even let her live in his office.
How could she not feel the sense of danger, how could she not be sad!
Cups after cups of wine entered Liang Fengyue's stomach. The effects of the alcohol made her even more confused. It was as if everything had turned into an illusion.
When Jiang Xiyun arrived, he saw this scene.
Liang Fengyue drank one cup after another as she muttered Sheng Yeting's name. The painful expression on her face made his heart ache.
Jiang Xiyun let out a long sigh and sat at her side tightly. He looked at her and suddenly didn't know how to comfort her.
They all knew that nothing could replace reality. After all, Xia Xingcheng was a special person to Sheng Yeting.
Jiang Xiyun couldn't help but sigh. It was always a newbie's laugh, no one had ever heard an old man cry.
But Liang Fengyue, she can't always be trapped in this kind of cage, because Sheng Yeting never gave her any hope.
Why did she have to torture herself time and time again and immerse herself in her fantasies so hard that she couldn't extricate herself?