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C2375 Wealthy Marriage 2302

Because Ye Miao was too shocked, he couldn't react in time. He quickly picked up a pair of chopsticks for her and gave her a bowl of winter melon soup.

After drinking, Ye Shuimo was very obedient. She let the dishes be eaten, the soup be eaten, and finally, Ye Miao had the same feeling as when he was in love. When the manager of the PR Department came over with a glass of wine, he hesitated for a while and didn't refuse.

"Director Ye, the company can only prosper with your leadership. This goblet of wine is my respect to you."

Ye Miao stretched out his hand and his other hand moved faster. He grabbed the wine and drank it, "Haha, I want to have another drink."

After that, it was the manager of the customer service department, the manager of the network department. Ye Shuimo indeed felt a little drunk after drinking a few cups of wine, and her face was very red.

"Alright!"

Ye Miao's mouth curved into a smile. The other person was so cute, good, and obedient when he was drunk. His entire heart felt like it was going to melt.

The manager of the development department was the last. Seeing the managers in front of him going so smoothly, he naturally brought his wine cup over as well.

"Director Ye, I …"

Ye Shuimo was already drunk to the point of being muddle-headed, but she still shakily stretched out her hand and said, "Let me do it."

Ye Miao's eyes swept across them and his gaze turned cold a few times, "Manager Zhang, you still need to change your project plan this time. I think you should hand it in tomorrow morning."

How could manager Zhang not know that he had stepped on lightning? He didn't dare to reach out his glass and instead took it back. He finished it himself and chuckled, "I'll go back to my seat and think about how to change my position."

"So boring. Let's sing a Happy Birthday song." Ye Shuimo was so drunk that she didn't know what she was doing. She clapped her hands and began to sing a happy birthday song. After a long while, no one responded, so she looked at the people next to her with a bit of grievance, "Don't you want to play with me?

"Nothing." Ye Miao replied gently. He was the first to clap along with her rhythm. His eyes indicated for the higher ups to follow.

The higher-ups were feeling bitter inside. They were already so old, yet they still had to coax a drunkard. Singing the birthday song was like having their boss put on a discordant label.

Ye Miao also could not bear to make things too difficult for his subordinates. He stood up and carried the drunk in his arms, leaving the table first under the eager gazes of the executives.

Ye Shuimo talked endlessly from the box to the garage, "How can you be so disobedient? Your body is the most important. What if you drink and your illness becomes more important?"

Ye Miao didn't understand what she was saying, but he understood the logic of not bickering with drunkards. He carried the person into the car and fastened his seat belt, then backed out of the hotel.

Although she really wanted to bring him home, she was worried that he would anger her, so she brought him to the hotel with regret.

Ye Shuimo was hiccuping, but she kept apologizing. "I'm sorry. I caused you to get sick. Don't worry. I will definitely cure you. You must have confidence."

Ye Miao saw that she was covering her mouth so he immediately stopped the car. Just as he went around to the front of the car to open the door, he felt vomit all over his body.

"Ye, Shui, Mo." He almost bit his teeth as he growled in a low voice. He pulled out a tissue to deal with the things on his suit and then carefully wiped the vomit from the corner of his mouth.

"It's hard, it's hard for me."

Looking at how she was groaning, any anger in her heart would turn to tenderness. Ye Miao sighed as he fished out a bottle of mineral water from the car trunk for her to drink. With a gentle and helpless tone, he said, "Endure it. Be good."

They quickly drove to the hotel, and when they bumped into a bed, both of them let out a sigh of relief.

Ye Miao took off his battered shirt, revealing his strong muscles. The person on the bed was also in a sorry state, sweating a little. He couldn't just let it go like this.

He took out his pajamas from the cabinet. When he turned around, the person on the bed had already taken off his shirt, and was looking at him with sparkling eyes.

"Are you really drunk or are you just pretending to be?" Ye Miao was helpless. He shook off his pajamas and helped her take off her jacket. As the clothes on her upper body became less and less, his breathing became heavier and heavier, and he also reacted.

He loved Ye Shuimo and naturally wanted her. The wonderful feeling of the two of them being together in the past had given him a faint temptation. When he finally put on his jacket, he was already panting heavily.

Her gaze moved to her dress, her smooth thighs, and the sheets.

Ye Miao suddenly pulled over the bedsheet to cover the person. Let's leave it like this for tonight, otherwise, he wouldn't be so confident that he could pounce on them and eat them dry.

"Hot." Ye Shuimo mumbled a few sentences before falling into a deep sleep.

Ye Miao sighed and went to the bathroom. He was in the middle of washing himself when he suddenly heard a "peng" sound. He quickly wrapped a towel around himself and ran out.

"What's wrong?"

Ye Shuimo was sitting on the bed, with her purse lying on the floor. She was typing with her head lowered and her eyes closed, her head almost touching the screen.

"Why are you so naughty? Stop playing around." Ye Miao reached for his phone. The latter hugged it tightly, while his slightly drunk face was full of seriousness, "No way, I want to check something very important."

"Important?"

"It's very important!"

"Alright, then what do you want to check? I'll help you, alright? You can't even see the words right now."

The drunk thought seriously for a moment, then handed the phone over, "I'm warning you to check for me, but you definitely can't tell Ye Miao. If you tell him, he'll be sad."

The person involved nodded in agreement, "What do you want to investigate?"

"What if the man doesn't?" Or "What about the men who are not confident?"

"..."

Ye Miao gritted his teeth, "You don't think I'm good enough in that aspect."

He was so angry that he almost died. He walked over to grab the person's hand and directly pressed it against the place where the person's hand was about to explode. Word by word, he said: "You, feel, feel, like this, is this, no, lift?"

Ye Shuimo gave him a pinch, and the latter immediately took a deep breath and pushed him onto the bed.

"Can it be used? Wasn't it broken? It's all my fault. If it wasn't for me, I wouldn't have been trampled over. "

"Can I use it? Do you want to try it?"

"… … …" "Alright."

Ye Miao swore, this woman really hit the gun this time, he definitely won't let her go. As the temperature rose, the sound of heavy breathing and soft whimpering gradually raised the atmosphere.

The bedside lamp swayed from the impact. Her five white fingers could only firmly grasp the beige bedsheet and knead it into a pattern.

It was too hot. Their bodies were covered in sweat. The moment they reached the peak, Ye Miao tightly held onto the waist of the person below them.

"Shuimo!"

"Shuimo!"

"Shuimo!"

"Don't call me."

He smiled and leaned into her ear. "I love you, don't forget."

Early in the morning, Ye Shuimo opened her eyes in a daze. She subconsciously reached to the bedside table to grab her phone, but touched her warm arm.

She was shocked as she turned her head to look at her sleeping face. She could barely remember what happened last night, but she still had some impression of the touch on her body and the scratches on her arm.

She slowly got up and shakily pulled back the quilt, looking ashamed as she looked at the strawberries on her body.

The moment she made a move, she wrapped herself up tightly and looked at him with caution.2

Ye Miao opened his eyes, a trace of confusion could be seen in his eyes. He smiled beautifully when he saw her, "Good morning."

Ye Shuimo took a deep breath, pulled out her pillow, and threw it out.

Ye Miao, who was rushed to the living room, sent a message to his secretary in a relaxed manner. He was on vacation today.

"Director Ye, are you sure? There are two very important meals today."

"Push it off."

What had caused Director Ye, who was always a workaholic, to say something like that? The secretary had to go to the omnipotent President Assistant Ye with her cell phone.

After hanging up the phone, Ye Miao was in a good mood as he made coffee. The door opened and Ye Shuimo walked out, dressed neatly, but the kiss mark on her neck couldn't be covered.

"Why are you still here!"

"Coffee."

After passing over the brewed coffee, Ye Miao innocently blinked, "Last night's incident wasn't forced by me. It was clearly a mutual love."

Ye Shuimo rolled her eyes. "Impossible."

The latter smiled, took out her cell phone and switched it to recording mode.

"Can it be used? Wasn't it broken? It's all my fault. If it wasn't for me, I wouldn't have been trampled over. "

"Can I use it? Do you want to try it?"

"… … …" "Alright."

Ye Shuimo covered her face, trying to think of something as she looked up abruptly.

Ye Miao sat opposite her with a cup of coffee. This time, he was really serious. "When did you start having this illusion?"

Half an hour later, Ye Miao was already lying on the sofa, smiling, leaving a woman with a face full of shame covering her face, her ears red to the point of her neck.

After rolling in the bed, the atmosphere between the two began to change. Even Ye Family noticed that the man, who had his heart set on work, started to make time again. Other than having other concerns, there was nothing else.

At the promotional venue, a staff member handed Ye Shuimo her cell phone the moment she left the stage. "Shuimo, your phone vibrated just now."

"Thank you." She walked to the side and sat down, the message was from Ye Miao, "There's something on tonight, I really want to push this matter off and pick up the plane. I need to be fine, give me a text when you return to Dongjiang City."

She sighed, ran her fingertips over the screen, and finally logged out of the message box. There were many messages accumulated in the message box, but she didn't reply to any of them.

She didn't know what had happened to Ye Miao this month. Every day, he would take the initiative to send a text message to her to tell her where she was. Sometimes, he would cook at the weekend and bring her to a hotel in a Lunch Box.

At first, he had thought that Lu Li was just feeling excited for a moment, but Lu Li had also persisted for a month.

Was it because of the sheets that night? So he thought the two of them had a chance? This was a question that perhaps only the person in question could answer.

There was someone calling for Ye Shuimo, so she quickly put everything aside and put herself to work. Previously, he also thought that the Ye Group had only been invested in protecting animals and that they would just do as they please, but after being an image ambassador, she realized that the Ye Group had still done a lot of practical things.

Today was the day that the wild giant panda, Soup Yuan, was sent to a local private zoo. The giant panda was not doing well in the wild and might have been injured by a fall or had a crippled hind leg.

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