Hastening his steps, he walked towards her . \"I…\"
He attempted to explain himself but couldn\'t find the words . He knew Xuxu wouldn\'t lie when she said that the two tickets fell out from his pockets .
The only logical explanation he could think of was that Fang Jiayin might have slipped the tickets into his pocket during his inebriated state last night .
But that explanation would only bring up more questions .
Meeting his ex when he was dead drunk . . .
Xuxu intended to ignore him, but he kept hovering around her . With his tall physique, his presence was too hard to ignore, and she couldn\'t work in peace .
Thus, she put down her pen and looked at him, pretending to be baffled . \"President Yan, what do you want?\"
At that instant, she realized that he\'d b.u.t.toned up his s.h.i.+rt wrong . But since his s.h.i.+rt was tucked in, it wasn\'t immediately obvious .
Yan Rusheng had done up his b.u.t.tons wrong . This was the first time she saw him be so sloppy in his dressing .
He\'s probably suffering from a hangover and can\'t think straight .
She pursed her lips tightly and tried to hold in her laughter .
She somehow took delight in his misfortune . It was fitting payback for having a good time with his ex .
Yan Rusheng had his mind set on proving his innocence to Xuxu and didn\'t give a d.a.m.n about his appearance .
\"I understand that you went back to your bedroom last night?\" he asked while scrutinizing Xuxu at the same time .
He wondered if she went back to her room because she was upset over the two tickets .
Otherwise, what else could the reason be?
They were still fine before he left the office yesterday .
Xuxu knitted her eyebrows and retorted coldly, \"The whole room reeked of alcohol . If I didn\'t leave, I\'d probably drown in the fumes . \"
\"Oh . \" There was a tinge of disappointment in Yan Rusheng\'s reply . \"I had a drink too many last night, so I have no idea how the two tickets got into my pocket . \"
He explained calmly as he walked back to his office .
So, it was just my wishful thinking . She\'s not at all upset or jealous .
If she were bothered by it, she would\'ve torn up the tickets and flushed them down the toilet .
Ahem, Young Master, not everyone is like you .
He heard Xuxu say from behind him, \"Fang Jiayin called earlier . She wanted to remind you to go to her musical performance . \"
Yan Rusheng stopped in his steps upon hearing this . He tightened his fists and knitted his eyebrows somberly .
What exactly is Fang Jiayin trying to do?
When he was back in his office, he dialed Ming Ansheng\'s number, and someone answered .
\"h.e.l.lo, Third Yan . \"
Ming Ansheng answered drowsily . He was obviously still in bed .
\"Did I b.u.mp into Fang Jiayin last night?\" Yan Rusheng asked point-blank .
\"No…\" Ming Ansheng answered right away and then corrected himself . \"I think yes . When I sent you out last night, you met her at the entrance . I went to flag a cab for you, and when I came back, I saw her supporting you . What\'s the matter?\"
. . . . Hastening his steps, he walked towards her . I… He attempted to explain himself but couldnt find the words . He knew Xuxu wouldnt lie when she said that the two tickets fell out from his pockets . The only logical explanation he could think of was that Fang Jiayin might have slipped the tickets into his pocket during his inebriated state last night . But that explanation would only bring up more questions . Meeting his ex when he was dead drunk . Xuxu intended to ignore him, but he kept hovering around her . With his tall physique, his presence was too hard to ignore, and she couldnt work in peace . . . Thus, she put down her pen and looked at him, pretending to be baffled . President Yan, what do you want? At that instant, she realized that hed b.u.t.toned up his s.h.i.+rt wrong . But since his s.h.i.+rt was tucked in, it wasnt immediately obvious . Yan Rusheng had done up his b.u.t.tons wrong . This was the first time she saw him be so sloppy in his dressing . Hes probably suffering from a hangover and cant think straight . She pursed her lips tightly and tried to hold in her laughter . She somehow took delight in his misfortune . It was fitting payback for having a good time with his ex . . . Yan Rusheng had his mind set on proving his innocence to Xuxu and didnt give a d.a.m.n about his appearance . I understand that you went back to your bedroom last night? he asked while scrutinizing Xuxu at the same time . He wondered if she went back to her room because she was upset over the two tickets . Otherwise, what else could the reason be? They were still fine before he left the office yesterday . Xuxu knitted her eyebrows and retorted coldly, The whole room reeked of alcohol . If I didnt leave, Id probably drown in the fumes . Oh . There was a tinge of disappointment in Yan Rushengs reply . I had a drink too many last night, so I have no idea how the two tickets got into my pocket . He explained calmly as he walked back to his office . So, it was just my wishful thinking . Shes not at all upset or jealous . If she were bothered by it, she wouldve torn up the tickets and flushed them down the toilet . Ahem, Young Master, not everyone is like you . He heard Xuxu say from behind him, Fang Jiayin called earlier . She wanted to remind you to go to her musical performance . Yan Rusheng stopped in his steps upon hearing this . He tightened his fists and knitted his eyebrows somberly . What exactly is Fang Jiayin trying to do? When he was back in his office, he dialed Ming Anshengs number, and someone answered . h.e.l.lo, Third Yan . Ming Ansheng answered drowsily . He was obviously still in bed . Did I b.u.mp into Fang Jiayin last night? Yan Rusheng asked point-blank . No… Ming Ansheng answered right away and then corrected himself . I think yes . When I sent you out last night, you met her at the entrance . I went to flag a cab for you, and when I came back, I saw her supporting you . Whats the matter?
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