Su Mohan got out of the car and went directly into the villa. With his keen hearing and judgment, he clearly noticed that the paparazzi and reporters around him pressed the camera one after another.

All the way into the villa, just closed the door, a silk sling skirt of Ye ya, dressed in a dress, face full of excitement came forward, looking particularly happy.

"Mo Han, are you here? You must be very tired when you finish working so late every day I specially asked someone to stew the soup for you. You can have a little ~ "Ye Ya went up and took Su Mohan's arm.

"Get out of here Su Mo Han frowns and pushes her away. Ye Ya is directly thrown on the ground. I don't know if she fell hard. Her face is slightly ugly. She doesn't understand why the man who was obviously enthusiastic last night has suddenly become so indifferent.

However, she had learned from Su Mohan's moodiness these days. She immediately got up from the ground in spite of the pain, presented a smiling face again, and went to Su Mohan and reached out to help him take off his coat: "Mo Han, go take a bath first..."

Seeing her come forward again and begin to untie her button, Su Mo Han frowned, held her arm in two hands, and threw her to one side again. She didn't understand why there was such a woman without skin and face in this world.

When ye Ya falls, she bumps into the edge of the sofa. The pure wood sofa makes her feel blue and blue at her waist. Even when she looks at Su Mohan with tears, she hopes that he can take the initiative to comfort her.

Unfortunately, in the eyes of those who don't love, tears are the most useless and obnoxious thing. Those who cry will never feel pity for me. On the contrary, they will only become more and more ugly and their makeup will be destroyed.

At the moment, Su Mo Han's feeling is obviously worse than this.

Ye Ya's face has always been painted with makeup. Although with the experience of the previous two nights, ye Ya was afraid that he would not like it, so he didn't paint too thick. However, in Su Mohan's eyes, the pure and delicate face is equivalent to a demon. If you look at it more, you will feel dirty.

"Shut up!" Su Mo Han frowned and listened to her crying impatiently.

Ye Ya Dun stopped crying, but he was still very aggrieved.

Su Mo Han looked at her from a commanding position and said in a cold voice: "I don't like a woman to be so close to me. Once again, you will get out of here directly."

Ye Ya lowered her head and clenched her hands into fists. But when she thought that the man in front of her was su Mohan, she immediately lost her temper.

It has to be said that there are many advantages to becoming Mrs. su. All kinds of luxury brands have taken the initiative to send SVIP cards that have never been launched to her. Every time a new product is released, it is the first time for her to choose.

Moreover, even the amount of her bank card has doubled in an instant. Every day, many famous ladies and ladies invite her to dinner, hoping to find her to have afternoon tea, watch drama and play golf.

In addition to these, on weekdays, those who dare to challenge her are like mice who have met a cat. Even if she threw a drink directly on each other's face, they only dare to smile and make up for the wrong. So now think about it, even if the man in front of her is really moody, but he is not willing to marry himself, and it is inevitable that he will have some anger in his heart.

Ye Ya immediately got up and said in a low voice, "it's me that's not good. Next time I'll dare not."