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in the living room.

Ye Siming was introducing his sons and daughters one by one to Jiang's father and son, his pride and confidence were beyond words.

After all, these children of the Ye family are all the most beautiful embryos in Ningcheng.

The second daughter, Ye Jiayue, is graceful and luxurious, glamorous and a little bit mixed, but her temperament is very generous and luxurious, like a beautiful peony.

The third son, Ye Jiashu, is glamorous and handsome, with a strong bookish air, as gentle as a piece of white jade, and as dusty as an orchid.

The youngest daughter, Ye Jiaying, is probably only young, but she is already slim, beautiful and cute, with fashionable clothes, enough to compete with the appearance of the girl group.

"Yilou, these are my three children. Although they are not outstanding, they are not much worse than the children of other families." There are daughters in the family begging, but even Jiang Yilou came to the door, this is another family You can't even ask for it!What's more, his children are not only one of the best in appearance, but also have their own strengths. They are definitely not embroidered pillows and straw bags.

"Jiayue Jiashu, please take turns introducing yourself." Ye Siming winked at his child.

"Yes, Dad." Ye Jiayue looked at Jiang Yilou opposite, full of joy and shyness——Jiang Yilou is really handsome!

——Jiang Yilou has a straight suit and is almost 1.9 meters tall. Under the black suit without a single wrinkle, he has a muscular figure. He sits on the sofa like a hill, which makes their sofa dwarf. .

He has straight eyebrows, his face is extremely cold and hard, his black eyes are slightly closed, and he looks dangerous and lazy.The thin lips were pursed into a line, lining the deep figure, sexy and charming.

He just sat on the sofa with his body slightly tilted and his legs crossed, but even in such a casual sitting posture, he couldn't hide his aristocratic temperament at all - it was really obvious at a glance that he was the proud son of heaven, Pamper yourself, be noble and uninhibited!

Ye Jiayue's delicate face was blushing, her eyes looked at Jiang Yilou, she couldn't bear to look away for a second, and said happily:

"Brother Yilou, hello, I am Ye Jiayue, I am 27 years old, and I own an art gallery..."

However, just as she said this, Jiang Yilou on the opposite side suddenly got up, without looking at her, and said directly to her father:

"My company still has something to do, so I'm leaving."

Ye Jiayue was stunned, and it took several seconds to realize: Jiang Yilou didn't like her, nor Ye Jiashu and Ye Jiaying, he didn't even bother to give the Ye family and her the superficial courtesy.

She had never been humiliated like this since she was a child, and she almost cried for a while.

However, not only her, but all the Ye family members didn't expect Jiang Yilou to behave like this, they were almost stunned at this moment.

The scene was extremely embarrassing for a while.

"Yilou!" Jiang Wenzhi, Jiang Yilou's father, glared at him, obviously feeling that he was being rude.

However, Jiang Yilou twitched his lips, and said: "I thought that the 'Ye family produced beauties' produced some peerless beauties, but it turned out to be nothing more than that, wasting my time."

As soon as these words came out, Ye Siming, Ye Jiayue and Ye Jiashu were even more embarrassed.

Jiang Yilou's eyes...even they don't like them, what kind of angel does he need to like them?

"Yilou, you are too rude, sit down and apologize to your Uncle Ye!" Jiang Wenzhi scolded in a low voice.His son has always had his eyes above his head, but according to him, these children of the Ye family are indeed first-class beautiful, and it is too much for him to still be so disgusted.

"Haha, isn't it?" Jiang Yilou said, sweeping Ye Jiayue, Ye Jiashu and others condescendingly, and said lightly, "Your name is Ye Jiayue, right? Tsk, you look like a man, what's so good about it? You, Young Master Ye San, aren’t you? Rustic, I suggest you go and make TV dramas of the Republic of China, your rustic bookishness is the most suitable for playing the Young Master of the Republic of China.”

Ye Jiayue and Ye Jiashu's faces turned red and white, embarrassing and humiliating.

"And you." Jiang Yilou squinted at Ye Jiaying, who was on the far left, and the arc of his lips became even more mocking, "You are still as tall as a washboard, so you have the nerve to stand in front of me?"

Ye Jiaying's face was flushed, and she could hardly suppress her anger: "Jiang Yilou—"