The Crazy Son-in-Law of the Female CEO

"What are you looking at..." Just when Jiang Yiran was in a daze, Ye Zhiyao blushed and looked at him and said.

Jiang Yiran coughed twice in embarrassment.

"Ahem, it's okay. Let's eat food quickly, or it will be cold."

After speaking, he buried his head and began to eat.

Ye Zhiyao smiled a little shyly, picked up a slice of twice-cooked pork, put it in his bowl, and then began to eat in small bites.

For a while, neither of them spoke, and the atmosphere was a little delicate.

Ye Zhiyao's appetite seemed to be very small, she was full after only a few mouthfuls.She rested her chin on her hand and looked at Jiang Yiran quietly.

She found that she seemed to really like this boy.

Kind, considerate, gentle, but at the same time not lacking in wisdom and masculine domineering.

I feel very safe when I'm with him.It seems that with him, no one can hurt himself.

Just like that, she looked at Jiang Yiran and was a little confused for a while...

But when the scene from last night appeared in her mind, her heart suddenly trembled violently, and her eyes, which were originally gentle as water, also dimmed.

"What you have to do is to find a way to get close to him, gain his trust, and then find a black jade gourd on him..."

These words sounded in her mind.

Ye Zhiyao let out a long sigh in his heart.She didn't want to do this, but she had no choice.

Thinking of this, Ye Zhiyao's complexion suddenly turned paler.

"What's wrong with you?" Jiang Yiran couldn't help asking when he noticed that Ye Zhiyao was frowning.

Ye Zhiyao raised her head and looked at him with a gentle smile on her face again.

"I'm fine, I just thought of some unhappy things before. Are you full?"

Jiang Yiran put down his chopsticks and nodded.

Ye Zhiyao's eyes flickered, "Are you going back?"

"I'm not in a hurry, I can stay with you for a while." Jiang Yiran said.He really likes staying with Ye Zhiyao.This is not because he likes Ye Zhiyao very much, but because staying with her is very comfortable without any pressure or trouble.

"How about..." Ye Zhiyao's eyes flickered slightly, and he hesitated in speaking: "Why not... can you accompany me to the bar?"

"Going to the bar?" Jiang Yiran was taken aback.

He didn't expect that Ye Zhiyao was also interested in noisy places like bars.

"Is it possible?" She looked at Jiang Yiran, seeming a little embarrassed: "All the classmates around me have been to bars, but I have not. I dare not go alone, so..."

Jiang Yiran gave a wry smile.

"Okay, I'll accompany you later. With me here, I'm not afraid of others bullying you."

"Yeah." Ye Zhiyao's happy eyes narrowed into a line.

Marceau Bar.

This bar is not too far from Jinling University, but few students go here to spend money.There is only one reason - expensive.

Marceau Bar is a relatively high-end bar among all the bars in Jinling.The decoration is luxurious, the service is considerate, and there are professional singers and even well-known singers singing every night.

At nine o'clock in the evening, the business of the bar began to be lively.

Jiang Yiran and Ye Zhiyao walked into the bar, found a seat by the window, and sat down.

It seems that Ye Zhiyao seemed a little reserved because it was her first time to come to the bar.Moreover, her small and fresh attire is also somewhat incompatible with the sexy and provocative style of most women here.

Ye Zhiyao sat there, biting her red lips, carefully watching the men and women twisting their bodies on the stage, as if feeling a little novel.

"What do you want to drink?" Jiang Yiran looked at her and waved to the waiter.

Ye Zhiyao's eyes flickered slightly.

In her mind, what the black shadow said last night reappeared: "Try to get close to him, get the black jade gourd on his body..."

"You help me choose, I will drink whatever you drink." Ye Zhiyao smiled at Jiang Yiran.

Jiang Yiran nodded, ordered two glasses of cocktails, and waved to the waiter to let him leave.

But at this time, Ye Zhiyao said: "Wait a minute."

Jiang Yiran said, "What's wrong?"

Ye Zhiyao looked at him with bright eyes: "One glass of cocktail is not enough. Tonight, I want you to accompany me to get drunk, can you?"

Jiang Yiran was stunned.

Doesn't that sound like her style?

However, he still smiled: "Okay, then I'll drink more with you. Anyway, if you're drunk, I can carry you back."

After finishing speaking, he said to the waiter, "Two more bottles of Louis XIII, limited edition."

The waiter was taken aback. "Sir, the limited edition Louis XIII costs 28888 yuan per bottle..."

Jiang Yiran waved his hand. "I know, you just take it."

The waiter nodded quickly and left quickly.

Ye Zhiyao looked at Jiang Yiran in surprise, and wanted to speak, but she didn't speak out when the words came to her lips...

Marceau Bar, VIP area.

Several couples of men and women are drinking.

These men all looked relatively young, in their twenties, dressed well, behaved and behaved well.

Next to each man, there is a beautiful and sexy female companion.

The wine they drank was the same as the wine Jiang Yiran ordered just now, it was all limited edition Louis XIII.

The young man sitting in the middle was in a bad mood.He squinted, with two cold eyes in his eyes, holding a full glass of wine, and drank it all in one gulp.

The man next to him seemed to know why he was in a bad mood.

"Yingyang, are you still unhappy because of what happened this afternoon?" The person who spoke was Li Shuwen, the eldest son of the Li family in Jinling.

Sitting next to him was Bai Yingyang, the youngest of the Bai family.

Among the top ten families in the south of the Yangtze River, Li Shuwen and Bai Yingyang have a relatively good relationship, and they often hang out together.

Bai Yingyang put down his wine glass, and snorted coldly: "That bastard, I must find a chance to kill him!"

This afternoon, at the Hon Hai Club, because of a conflict with Jiang Yiran, Bai Yingyang was slapped twice by Jiang Yiran at that time, bleeding from his mouth.

When did he, the majestic young master of the Bai family, suffer such humiliation?

Li Shuwen nodded: "That bastard really needs to be taught a lesson. In Hon Hai this afternoon, look at his majestic appearance. If Hon Hai Club forbids any bodyguards to enter, he may have died there now."

Bai Yingyang's face was sullen, "What's the relationship between the offal and Zhao Wenbo?"

Li Shuwen shook his head: "I don't know, it seems that the relationship is good."

Speaking of this, he scolded again: "Damn it, it's all the grandson Zhao Wenbo's fault. If he hadn't brought this bastard to Hon Hai, there wouldn't have been so many troubles."

"Yingyang, if you're really upset, just find someone to kill him. Anyway, Jinling is so big, it's not a big deal to kill a lot of people." Li Shuwen leaned against his ear and said in a low voice.