Chapter 91

Before leaving work, ye Huanyan received a call from Ji Xiaoyue. She didn't listen to what was said on the other end of the phone. After hanging up, she reached for a car on the roadside.

"Girl, where are you going?"

"Jinjiang garden."

She doesn't believe Ling Han is such a cruel person.

Returning to Linghan's villa, I looked at the room I lived in. It was empty, and my heart became a little empty. All my things were packed away.

Lingling hesitated for a long time and had to speak,

"Miss ye, when the young master left this morning, he ordered... That you should pack up your things and move away."

She held the door frame and pulled out a reluctant smile,

"I see. If you don't mind, I want to walk around."

"You, young master, may come back later today. Otherwise, you can leave after dinner. I'll cook in time."

"No, you have a rest. I'll leave later."

Lingling looked at the lost figure and sighed helplessly.

Why on earth should the young master treat Miss ye like this with his uncertain character?

Ye Huanyan knew in his heart that Ling Han was determined to let her go this time. He didn't lose his temper with her and had no emotion. In his eyes, it seemed that he could only see disgust.

Her hand touched the bed she had slept in. It was pure white and flawless. She had changed into a new sheet, but why could she still smell the smell of other women in the air, which made her stomach churn.

She held her chest and walked to Ling Han's bedroom. The nausea in her stomach gradually calmed down.

Linghan's room is cold, the walls are dark blue, and the sheets and quilt covers are dark gray, like a room sunk in the deep sea. It feels dull as soon as you enter the door.

She took a deep breath and felt a little more comfortable. She didn't dare to stay too long and turned around to leave.

Out of the corner of her eye, she suddenly caught a glimpse of the safe at the head of the bed, which was not closed. She frowned, hesitated for a moment, and decided to close it for him.

Maybe there are some important confidential documents in it.

Her eyes stagnated when her fingers touched the safe door,

There was only an open Black Suede box in the cabinet, and the cover turned to one side, revealing a palm sized white napkin, with a blue sketch of the figure drawn with a ballpoint pen in the middle.

The man's eyebrows and eyes contain an unnatural smile, his face is a little stiff, angular, his eyes are deep and dark, and he can't see to the end. Although he looks sulky, he can catch a trace of spoiling.

Many years ago, she was about to take the art examination. Jiang Meilan and Ling Dongming were not at home on business. She begged thousands of kindness and took him to a small restaurant for dinner.

"Brother Ling Han, our teacher said that I am still very talented in painting, especially in character sketch, so you don't have to worry about my exam."

"It's you who are worried."

"No."

"You have said that sentence three times."

"But it's really what the teacher said. My character sketch is absolutely qualified."

"The fourth time."

Ye Huanyan bowed his head, a little depressed, and his originally cheerful appearance vanished,

"Well... To be honest, our teacher said that my character sketches are terrible and I can't catch the charm of people."

Ling Han, sitting opposite in casual clothes, glanced at her faintly,

"So, if you can't pass the exam this year, then take the exam next year. What's the big deal?"

"But then I'll wait another year!"

"Wait for what?"

"Uncle Ling said he could marry you after graduation..." facing Ling Han's confused eyes, ye Huanyan covered his mouth,

"Nothing, that's all right. Why don't I draw it for you? Uncle Ling said you draw very well."

"No."

"The objection is invalid. Anyway, I'll be quick if you sit here." Ye Huanyan smiled and raised his arm, "boss, borrow a pen!"

Flash eight years, a sketch portrait eight years ago, he still keeps it?

Ye Huanyan couldn't believe it. Thinking of the photo she found in his office before, she thought it couldn't be something she would do to humiliate someone.

Ling Han, what are you thinking?

A faded diary at the head of the bed attracted her attention. Her eyebrows frowned and her fingers involuntarily touched the stitched notebook.

It seems that for some years, a lace design doesn't seem to belong to men.

Is it a woman's thing?

Outside the villa, a red sports car stopped behind the green plants in the distance, and a delicate face behind the windshield was hidden under the gray fur shawl. Sheng Enron frowned and stared at the villa door of Ling Han, and his heart became more and more confused.

Last night was her first time to Linghan's residence. She deliberately got her clothes wet, but she didn't want to go. Unexpectedly, there was an unexpected harvest. Why were there women's coats and pajamas in Linghan's home?

It's brand new. The style of the coat is exactly what women wear in the workplace.

She kept an eye on it. She came here in the morning. She met Ling Han but didn't find anything strange. She came again in the afternoon.

The woman who just went in was obviously ye Huanyan, Ling Han's secretary.

She frowned and had an affair with Ling Han. Isn't it Ji Xiaoyue?

Ye Huanyan has been in for a while. She can't bear to press it, and her fingers touch the door switch.

At this time, a black car slowly drove into the community and stopped at the door of the villa. Ling Han's figure got out of the car, handed over his bag to the maid who came out to meet him, and then casually pulled open the tie on his neck and walked into the house.

Sheng Enron's face froze and slowly withdrew his fingers.

It is more important not to disobey Ling Han's order than to clarify the relationship between ye Huanyan and Ling Han.

a living room,

Lingling put Ling Han's coat away and looked hesitantly upstairs.

Ling Han's eyes fell on the high heels of the porch, and his face sank, "is ye Huanyan here?"

Lingling's face froze and hurried to hide,

"Miss Ye seems to have left something here, so... So come back and get it..."

"What does she have that will fall here?"

Ling Han raised his eyes and saw that the door of the master bedroom was open. A trace of anger climbed up his eyebrows, pulled off his tie, threw it on the sofa, and walked upstairs with great strides.

The door of the master bedroom was half opened, and the dim yellow light in it was faintly visible. Ye Huanyan's vision was getting blurred. She clutched the edge of her diary and read every word in it over and over again in disbelief.

"I know the relationship between that woman and Dongming, and I also know that Dongming has only guilt for me. If there is no guilt, I'm afraid I'm only tired of it? In fact, it's also very good. I'm not going to make a noise. Han'er is back. Anyway, han'er is his son. But she asked me to meet. I didn't think that I was so cowardly that this woman thought I could voluntarily abdicate? It's really ridiculous... "

His fingers rubbed the words han'er, and his eyes were full of tears.

Ye Huanyan never thought that her mother, who was swift and resolute but kind and gentle in her bones, would step into other people's families and be so brazen.