"Madam, the young master is waiting for you in the living room."
The servant knocked on Ye Mian's bedroom door, stood at the door and said tremblingly.
In the past few days, the young lady seems to have changed into a different person. She is not as gentle as before. Her whole body is chilly, and people feel a chill on their backs whenever they get close to her.
At this time, Ye Mian had just put on her bathrobe and was about to take a shower. When the servant said that Gu Yanye was back, she suddenly felt that she was not in a beautiful mood.
I looked at myself in the mirror and felt quite irritable.
"Let him wait."
The servant felt even colder, so he shrank his neck and continued speaking bravely.
"But……"
Before she finished speaking, Ye Mian flipped up her long hair and gave him a light but cool look, and the servant consciously shut his mouth.
"Wait a minute, no one will die," she said.
After saying that, he walked into the bathroom with his fair and slender legs.
After watching her enter the bathroom, the servant let out a long sigh of relief, patted her chest, and closed the door.
I don’t know why, the young lady suddenly became so scary. She is obviously a gentle and gentle person, but she is becoming more and more scary every day.
After taking a shower, applying body lotion, opening the cloakroom, looking at the cabinet full of conservative clothes, Ye Mian frowned, thinking that it was finally over.
She put on the small sling she just bought today, did some skin care, looked at the room again, and pushed her small pink suitcase downstairs.
Gu Yanye was obviously impatient with waiting. He stood up and smoked at the window. He didn't hear Ye Mian coming downstairs.
Ye Mian walked to the sofa and saw the documents placed on the table.
"Give me that small western-style building on the outskirts of the city."
His tone was light and no emotion could be heard.
When Gu Yanye heard this, he turned around and put out the cigarette butt.
Looking at her wearing a burgundy suspender skirt, her clear eyebrows, and her sexy and hot figure, it made people feel a primitive impulse, which he had never noticed before.
Damn it, he was a little irritated for no reason, especially when he saw her dressed like this. He felt unhappy from the bottom of his heart and his brows were knitted together.
"How elegant are your clothes?"
Ye Mian turned a deaf ear to this. She had been wearing conservative clothes for three years and had not received a single look of pity from him. Now that she was free, she naturally had to be herself.
Looking at the documents on the table, the big words of the divorce agreement came into view.
Without thinking, she picked up the pen she had put aside, wrote her name in a few strokes, and stretched out her hand to Gu Yanye.
Gu Yanye was puzzled, his brows were still furrowed, and his rather handsome face was now blackened into carbon.
"You know the reason why I came back today."
Ye Mian didn't want to talk nonsense.
"Your mistress came to see me today." She sat down and took out her mobile phone.
"vulgar."
Gu Yanye replied with disgust. Seeing that Ye Miuli ignored him, he felt depressed again.
"What else do you want?"
"The key to the small foreign-style building on the outskirts of the city." Ye Mian replied.
Gu Yanye looked at the signed divorce agreement, called his assistant to bring the keys, hung up the phone, and saw Ye Mian's suitcase.
"Do you know why I came back today?"
It was obvious that she knew and had packed everything.
"Your concubine told me."
Ye Mian replied to his words while replying to the message.
Gu Yanye couldn't stand her perfunctory treatment of him.
In the past three years, her admiration for him is still vivid in her mind, but now she really doesn't care?
Ye Mian kept chatting on her cell phone and ignored Gu Yanye, whose face became increasingly ugly.
The assistant quickly delivered the key, and Ye Mian turned around and left without hesitation.
Gu Yanye still couldn't hold it back and was dissatisfied with her dress.
"You go out dressed like this, it's already night..."
Ye Mian turned around, her eyes full of coldness, looking at him like a stranger.
"This is my freedom to dress. Mr. Gu should have nothing to do with it."
Gu Yanye wanted to say something else, but Ye Mian didn't give him a chance. When she left the door, a car was waiting at the door. She got in the car directly and left without any regrets.
Seeing her being picked up by the car, Gu Yanye suddenly felt empty in his heart.
But when he thought about her background, he snorted coldly. It was just a marriage in the first place, and she was not worthy of making him feel pity.
Ye Mian, who got into the car, closed her eyes and rested her mind. It would not be true to say that she had no emotions at all, but she wasn't too sad either.
In the last life, Gu Yanye's little lover came to her several times, causing her to suffer from depression.
Many things happened later, and her condition became more and more serious. When Gu Yanye took out the divorce agreement, it became the straw that broke the camel's back.
So she swallowed sleeping pills and drowned in the bathtub.
As for her illness and the grievances she suffered, Gu Yanye was not unaware of it.
But he doesn't care.
All her hard work over the years has turned into a joke.
She never thought she would wake up again.
When she opened her eyes again, she went back to the three days before her suicide.
After sorting out her emotions, she wanted to stay away from Gu Yanye and that family of vampires.
When they arrived at Xiaoyanglou, Ye Mian got out of the car, and Lu Ziyan, who came to pick her up, stuck his head out with a look of resentment on his face.
"Here's a piece of news for you. He traveled half the city to pick you up. Don't you really want to invite him in for a glass of water?"
Ye Mian glanced at him, and Lu Ziyan shrank his neck and swallowed his saliva. As expected of Brother Mian, it was so scary.
Put down the next sentence, "Pretend I didn't say it."
I stepped on the accelerator and with a "whoosh" sound, the car disappeared into the night.
Ye Mian shrugged helplessly, is she really that scary?
Thinking about it, she tossed her long black and thick hair and walked into the small western-style building.
She just quickly tidied up the room where she was going to sleep, put on new sheets and quilts, and lay down to sleep.
Isn’t it nice to live a free life?
She is not afraid of death, she is truly fearless. This chapter has been completed!