A second chance with my billionaire husband

Yan Song walked over, Yun Ya stood up and smiled: "Brother Yan, can we go now?"

Yan Song came over and took her hand, frowning: "Why is it so cold?"

It was the height of summer, yet her hand was as cold as ice.

Yun Ya smiled nonchalantly: "No problem, just let Brother Yan warm me up and it won’t be cold."

The girl’s gentle smile was like sunlight piercing through the clouds, warmly shining on his heart.

Yan Song’s gaze deepened slightly, tightly holding her hand, he led her out of the villa.

The two walked out of the villa, Yellow Hair was waiting by the car, and upon seeing them come out, he immediately walked over to open the car door.

"Miss."

Yun Ya looked up, and Mingyue quickly walked towards her.

Yellow Hair was startled, his reaction preceding his thoughts as he reached for his gun. Where did this person come from?

But before he could draw his handgun, the person casually flicked his hand and the gun flew out.

Yellow Hair: ...!

Seeing Mingyue again, Yun Ya smiled and said: "You came."

"I was ordered by the Young Master to escort you back to the country." Mingyue still had a cold face, without a trace of unnecessary expression.

Yun Ya didn’t ask more, no matter where Miaomiao came from, or what identity she had, as long as he was still her Miaomiao, she wouldn’t take the initiative to break the illusion.

"Alright."

Mingyue saw the girl’s calm expression, didn’t ask anything, and swallowed the prepared set of words into his stomach.

Yan Song glanced at Mingyue, and said indifferently: "You go with him."

Then he embraced Yun Ya and sat in the car.

Yellow Hair walked over with a grin: "Hello beautiful lady, I’m Yellow Hair, my Boss is that handsome and domineering man earlier... May I ask who you are...?"

Mingyue didn’t even bother to give him a glance, turned around and sat in the passenger seat.

Yellow Hair rubbed his nose, this beautiful lady has quite a personality...

Until Yan Song lowered the car window and coldly looked over, Yellow Hair immediately snapped to attention and ran off to drive.

The car headed all the way to the airport.

Arriving at the airport, they took a special lane to the helipad, where a helicopter was waiting.

Beside the helicopter stood a tall figure, the airflow from the rotor blades lifted the hem of the man’s clothing, his defined features appearing even more handsome and striking against the vast sky and wide clouds backdrop.

Yan Song instinctively frowned, but even if displeased, he wouldn’t show it on his face.

Holding Yun Ya’s hand, he switched to holding her by the waist.

Yun Ya glanced at him with a smile, she just liked seeing Brother Yan being jealous, even though she never had a good time afterwards, at least it proved how much he cared about her.

The wind at the airport was strong, blowing so hard that Yun Ya couldn’t even open her eyes. Yan Song wrapped Yun Ya in his arms, enveloped her in his coat, and guided her towards that figure.

"Young Master Lorde." Yan Song nodded slightly in greeting.

Two very aloof men standing together, you can imagine how awkward the atmosphere was, at least Yellow Hair following behind them shivered instinctively, let alone the even colder woman beside him.

It’s not even winter, could you give some warmth?

No one heard Yellow Hair’s complaint.

Lorde’s cold gaze slid from Yan Song’s face to the person in his arms, under the coat, a trace of ink color hidden, and in a certain corner of his heart flickered a bit of softness. He pressed his lips together and eventually spoke: "Have a safe journey."

Yan Song curved his lips, declaring sovereignty as he tightly held Yun Ya in his embrace, his smile seemed somewhat wicked, but in Lorde’s eyes, it was rather unsettling, clearly flaunting, his hand clenched a bit. However, given his stance, he really couldn’t find the words to say.

Wasn’t she originally his fiancée?

Lorde smiled bitterly.

"Farewell."

Yan Song really had no words to exchange with this man, should he be pleasant to a man who might be pining for his woman? Sorry, he couldn’t manage that, not killing this man was his biggest mercy.

Embracing Yun Ya, they stepped onto the ladder, disappearing in the blink of an eye into the cabin.

Yellow Hair walked over smiling, "Young Master Lorde, please return."

Lorde pressed his lips together, "Please convey a message for me, thank you."

Yellow Hair chuckled: "Of course."

The helicopter slowly took off, Yun Ya looked down from the window, the man’s tall figure gradually became a black dot, the wind grew stronger, blowing at the hem of his clothes, making him appear lonely and desolate.

A large hand clasped her side waist, and the next moment her body fell into a firm embrace, Yun Ya couldn’t help but hum lightly, the man bit at her neck, hot breath bursting at her ear, causing Yun Ya’s hairs to stand on end.