My Baby Wife, Don’t Be Naughty - Chapter 8

When they hurried over, Jiang Xiao Ya was leaning against Sun Ye Chen’s chest, breathing heavily. Her face was as red as a ripe tomato.

Jiang Xiaoya had already cursed Sun Ye Chen thousands of times in her heart and this scoundrel was taking advantage of her. However, at this time, she was unable to resist. This caused her to feel extremely depressed.

It had been four years, but this man didn’t seem to have changed at all. Even the spots on his forehead had been dyed black, making him look even younger.

He was dressed in a well-ironed suit. Although he was not as stunning as Sun Ye Chen, he still had the image of a mature man, giving off an inexplicable feeling of steadiness.

However, Jiang Xiaoya suddenly felt like laughing inside.

His father was standing in front of him, but he didn’t seem to see his daughter at all. Instead, he greeted Sun Ye Chen warmly.

Hehe, what a joke.

Jiang Xiaoya sneered in her heart as she stared at Jiang Jianzi coldly. Her long eyelashes fluttered twice as there was no emotion in her eyes anymore.

Sun Ye Chen glanced at Jiang Jianzhi. He couldn’t help but be attracted by her. Looking at her change in expression, he felt a little strange. He then smiled and opened his mouth.

“I came here with my girlfriend so naturally I have to attend.”

“Girlfriend?”

Jiang Jian was stunned. His eyes fell on the woman beside Sun Ye Chen.

The crowd went into an uproar. This was the first time Sun Ye Chen had admitted to having a girlfriend.

Jiang Jian’s eyebrows creased even more. He thought that Sun Ye Chen was only here because of Sun Yichuan, but never thought that it was because of his girlfriend.

What did this girlfriend of Sun Ye Chen have have to do with him?

Looking at this little woman, the familiar feeling in Jiang Jian’s heart inexplicably increased a bit. The charm that was emitted from her delicate face made his heart drop.

Could it be …

Jiang Jian was shocked by his own thoughts and wanted to cast them aside. However, he noticed that the woman in his arms was smiling at him. There was a hint of mischievousness in her cold eyes.

“Dad, don’t you recognize me?”