Poor little thing is in a mess in Shura Field

106-2

Picking among the three people, Xue Yu was still more familiar with Yan Jueshen.

He slightly supported the door frame and looked at the man in the bathroom with his arms bare and his head down washing his pants. He asked softly, “When are you leaving?”

Since Yan Jueshen entered the bathroom, he saw Xue Yu pretending to pass by the door several times, holding his breath to look at him, and quickly lowered his head when he was discovered.

He had said long ago that he was not truly blind, and he could see the obvious expression of wanting to say something, so when Xue Yu came out for the third time and passed by the door under the pretext of getting a cup of water, he reached out his big hand and helped him in.

He still remembered Xue Yu's hesitant words, wanting him to help, so when Xue Yu stood firm and looked up at him, he asked if there was anything he could do.

But Xue Yu shook his head, raised his pink and white arm that he had smeared with a little foam, leaned against the door frame, and deliberately asked such a question in a voice that only the two of them could hear.

The man, who was urged to leave quickly in both explicit and implicit ways, had his lips and face sank almost in an instant. He stopped looking at Xue Yu, lowered his eyes and rubbed the clothes vigorously until the white bubbles floated up, and then he replied coldly,

"I'll leave after I'm done washing."

"As for the two of them, they have legs longer than me, and their brains are not as good as mine. If you want to know, go ask them yourself."

If Xue Yu had that kind of face, he wouldn't be talking to him here.

He could hear the man's unfriendly tone and felt puzzled. He was about to leave when he suddenly thought of something very important. He turned around and called out, "Yan Jueshen..."

Facts have proved that things that make people excited will not lose their effect even if they are repeated again and again.

Listening to Xue Yu's soft voice that was used to ask for help, Yan Jueshen's eyes were slightly straight, and his back and abdominal muscles were all hardened.

He slowed down the speed of washing his pants, "What is it?"

"Do you know the Ye family?"

Xue Yu had thought of this not long ago.

He wanted to get close to the Ye family, and there was actually a simplest and most convenient channel, which was to ask Yan Jueshen directly.

Yan Jueshen was a freak in the world of fame and fortune. He was not smooth, not sophisticated, and had all the edges and corners that he shouldn't have, but he was still able to thrive in the circle.

With his means, people who were highly comparable to him should all be in his network of relationships, including the Ye family.

The foamy hand stopped and rested on the sink. Yan Jueshen turned his head and said, "Why are you asking this?"

Xue Yu: "I just saw a reporter interviewed by a news reporter. It was an interview asking why the head of the Ye family only let his son appear in major financial reports, but not his daughter. In the end, there was no clear response."

"I'm a little curious, but I searched a lot of related interviews and read a lot of speculations from netizens. There are many different opinions, and none of them is true, so I want to ask, do you have any intersection with them?"

He made a gossiping expression. Because of his clean appearance and curved eyelids, he could not see any bad tricks. It seemed that he really wanted to know.