"Do you want a taste?" She suddenly moved closer, "It tastes pretty good!"
Ye Gushen stared at the straw she had bitten down on, not with disgust, but because he didn't really eat sweets.
"Can't finish it?" He took it and tasted it from the straw she had used. The sweetness lingered in his mouth.
Tang Suiyu's small palm-sized face was magnified in front of him, "Uncle Ye, let's not drink anymore!"
"Mm." Ye Gushen placed it aside and had the waiter take it away.
"Are you trying to provoke singles?" Jin Mobei suddenly spoke up, "In public, Ye, you should mind your image."
"There's no rule saying I can't whisper to my own wife," Ye Gushen replied coldly, "Unless, you're with someone else's wife."
Tang Suiyu was at a loss whether to laugh or cry. Ye Gushen's sharp tongue was indeed formidable.
She still remembered the first time she met him and he said, "Not leaving, planning to retire here?" It was truly sharp.
