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  Ye Chen gripped the steering wheel tightly and suddenly started the car, causing Cheng Anya's heart to beat like thunder. Due to her nervousness, a faint flush rose to her face.

  Under the cover of night, like a piece of pink jade.

  Ye Chen, what exactly happened?

  Why does he have so many secrets on him, why is there so much pain in his heart?

  She still remembered at the banquet, Ye Chen's tense body, his deep and profound eyes like an ancient well, even when he occasionally flashed a hint of cruelty, it would make Cheng Anya feel.

  He bore too much.

  Heartbreaking.

  The majestic Ye family's third young master, standing tall and firm, with an iron-fisted style, how could he have that kind of desperate and heart-wrenching gaze?

  These thoughts actually outweighed Ye Chen's discovery of Ningning's terrifying nature.

  I must be crazy!

  If I'm not crazy, why is he all over my mind?

  Cheng Anya occasionally raised her eyes to look at Ye Chen, Ye San Shao's pair of cold and indifferent eyes stared straight ahead, deep and profound like an ancient well, unable to discern any emotions.

  "Wait, how did you know where I live?" Cheng Anya suddenly realized that Ye Chen's car was already not far from the neighborhood, and instantly raised a 12-level alert.

  Ye Chen gave her a cold glance, as if looking at an idiot, "It's written on the resume."

  "It's better to stop here, it's not easy over there... reversing." Cheng Anya came up with an excuse on the spot and calmly asked to get off.

  Ye Chen's expression didn't change, "You go ahead and talk!"

  Obviously there is a big road ahead, isn't it easy to reverse? With eyes wide open, speaking nonsense, what is Cheng Anya afraid of?

  The car stopped under her building, Cheng Anya nervously tightened her dress and was so flustered that she hadn't even unbuckled her seatbelt before trying to open the door, only to be bounced back.

  Suddenly, Ye Chen stretched out his long arm and pressed down on Cheng Anya's hand with one hand, raising an eyebrow to stop her from getting off the car.

  Ye Chen's palm was very warm and pressed against her hand, Cheng Anya felt the skin that came into contact with his body was like a burning fire.

  The man's upper body leaned in, and a purely masculine breath rushed towards him.

  In the narrow space, every breath was his breath.

  Makes one's face red with ears burning.