When Bei Yutang walked to the front door of the office, Secretary Fang saw the person coming, and his eyes widened. He looked at her in surprise.
“Madam, you…”
Bei Yutang smiled at him.
Secretary Fang was a smart person, and soon, he realized that the woman who had just entered was not Bei Yutang, but someone else.
The door was slowly pushed open. Secretary Fang’s heart was pushed up to his throat little by little like the door.
At the moment the door was opened, the two people in the room looked at her together.
When the two people saw Bei Yutang, their eyes were different.
From Bei Yutang’s perspective, she saw Yang Yiliu sitting astride Ke Yiyang, their bodies tightly together, with the woman on top and the man on the bottom, with unspeakable ambiguity and desire.
When Ke Yiyang saw Bei Yutang, he hurriedly pushed Yang Yiliu away, stood up eagerly, and walked toward her. His slightly messy steps showed his panic.
Yang Yiliu stood up after being pushed down and looked at Bei Yutang with sharp eyes, provoking and looking at her with pride.
Bei Yutang saw two messages from her eyes.
First, I will get him.
Second, he is mine.
Bei Yutang received her challenge as she wished and smiled at her provocation.
Yang Yiliu looked at the indifferent expression on her face. A hint of viciousness flashed through her eyes. Her hands clenched into fists.
The brief confrontation between the two women ended when Ke Yiyang rushed to her.
Ke Yiyang grabbed her arms and held them tightly as if afraid that she would run away.
“I, I…” Ke Yiyang wanted to explain, but he didn’t know how to start when he met her half-smiley eyes.
“Who is she?” Bei Yutang asked calmly.
The calmer she was, the more anxious Ke Yiyang felt.
Perhaps he himself had not noticed his transformation. A few months ago, when she asked about Yang Yiliu, he could explain it calmly, but now, he was a little flustered.
Yang Yiliu walked slowly toward her, smiled at her, and introduced herself: “I am Yiyang’s first love girlfriend and also a friend who grew up together. My name is Yang Yiliu.”
Bei Yutang looked at the white hands in front of her, smiled, and stretched out her hands.
When the two hands wanted to touch, Bei Yutang felt a force coming from her palm.
Bei Yutang raised her eyebrows slightly and slowly gathered her fingers together without any expression, and then the strength gradually increased.
Yang Yiliu had never expected that she was so strong. The pain on her fingers made her frown.
“Hello, Miss Yang.” Bei Yutang looked at her with a smile.
Yang Yiliu pulled her hand out with great effort. The smile on her lips was a little stiff.
Bei Yutang slapped Ke Yiyang’s hand that was tightly holding hers and glared at him fiercely.
Ke Yiyang’s heart trembled. He was about to say something to make amends.
The next second, Bei Yutang took the initiative to hold his arm, leaned against him slightly, and said with a smile: “Miss Yang, I’m so disrespectful. I haven’t heard Yiyang mention you. I don’t even know you exist.”
As she said that, Bei Yutang stretched out her hand and twisted his waist fiercely. Someone took a breath of cold air in pain and didn’t dare to say a word.
“It’s all your fault. You didn’t even bother to talk to me.”
Ke Yiyang looked at her innocently, “Yes, yes, it’s all my fault.”
As he spoke, he held her hand on his own.
Yang Yiliu watched the interaction between the two of them, gritting her teeth in hatred.
Bei Yutang, I didn’t expect you to be so tolerant!
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