What she was worried about finally happened—although through the phone, the distance between her and Little Ben was too close, plus her third sister amplified the volu due to excitent, so she believed that Little Ben heard what her third sister said.
For a mont, although it was extrely brief, she still saw Little Ben’s indifferent and flat shoulder suddenly tremble.
Yan Jian desperately suppressed her worry and carefully responded, "He did co back. But actually, I’m trying to make him leave."
After so many face-to-face confrontations, she had roughly understood Little Ben’s temper. Just like last ti, when she said this, he turned around and left without a word. This ti, she hoped he would also leave on his own, which would save her a lot of trouble.
But this ti she miscalculated, Little Ben just silently glanced at her, and instead of leaving, he took the opportunity to sit down steadily.
Yan Jian held her phone tightly, desperately containing her anger.
What is this, isn’t one Jas enough? Now, Ben Shaming has also learned to be thick-skinned? Aren’t the two of them in love? Then go back and stay together, why does one cling to her and the other get entangled with her third sister more deeply?
Yan Yu picked up on her little sister’s upset mood over the phone and worriedly said, "Yan Jian! Don’t let him leave. Listen to , I assure you he will cooperate with your work well this ti. Don’t be impulsive, actually try to open your hearts and get along, you’ll find he’s not a bad person."
Temporarily hanging up the phone, Yan Jian restrained her anger and called Little Ben upstairs for questioning.
Yan Jian cut to the chase, "Tell , why did you agree to co work here at my place as my third sister asked? Did she make so kind of deal with you, tell what she promised you?!"
Ben Shaming didn’t sit at the table nor on the sofa—after all, Yan Jian hadn’t even invited him to sit.
But he didn’t stand like an employee facing a boss either; he stood at the door, arms crossed, left shoulder leaning against the door fra, one foot on tiptoe. Completely cold and rebellious.
With a fierce deanor, his gaze was calm to the point of being cold as he stared at Yan Jian, "You’re a Tang Family mber, you have reasoning ability, so why bother asking , just find the answer yourself."
"I’m not interested in playing gas with you!"
Yan Jian didn’t have the patience to keep up appearances with him, he detested her, that she knew a long ti ago. Now she knew even more that his detest of her was due to the rivalry over Jas—damn it, she inadvertently beca similar to a love rival with him, she didn’t need to be nice to him anymore.
Yan Jian glared at him, "Either say it clearly or get lost!"
Ben Shaming laughed coldly. The little girl in front of him was feisty, but far from intimidating him.
He arrogantly twisted his neck. Directly confronting her, instead of playing a ga, letting her get startled and angry with herself would make him happier.
He took a deep breath and slowly said, "See, haven’t you already made the deduction yourself: A person like , since I’m willing to agree with your ugly and stupid third sister, there must be a deal between her and . And she must have promised sothing extrely important, otherwise why would I agree, don’t you think?"
Little Ben’s words worked, Yan Jian imdiately thought of her relationship with Jas...
What could a girl give to a man with a sche, the most precious thing?
Just like Jas, Little Ben lacks neither gold nor silver, only lacking so fun, or perhaps a willingly provided cover-up for their true sexual orientation, right?
Yan Jian started to tremble, slowly got up, and tightly gripped the table’s edge.
"You an to say... my third sister has already... with you...?"
She couldn’t continue, yet she watched as the darkness in his eyes grew deeper, gradually turning into a misty haze, swirling like a black snake not departing.
Little Ben knew his guidance was successful, the overly smart girl in front of him indeed took the bait, he was satisfied to see the corners of his lips curl up as he stepped forward to sprinkle salt on her wound.
This salt wasn’t for himself, but for Jas.
Last night... Jas locked himself in his room once he got ho. Unlike usual, he didn’t smash things, but instead kept silent, which was even more worrying...
Having known Jas for so long, he heard Jas himself say, only once in his life did he remain silent in the face of hurt, and that was the morning after Old Buddha hurt him.
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