Chapter 109

Ye Huanyan only felt that her body was as heavy as a lead block. After the skirt was soaked, the weight increased and kept sinking. She didn't use any swimming skills. In her panic, she had poured several salivas.

Screams and screams came from her ears. It seemed that someone pushed her under the water, and her toes touched the bottom of the pool. After struggling for several times, she staggered to her feet.

The pool was not deep, and the water level only reached ye Huanyan's waist. As soon as he stood firm, a noisy voice sounded in his ears.

Laughing and talking, she wiped her face and barely opened her eyes.

There were people standing by the pool, looking at her in different places, like monkeys visiting the zoo, with sympathy, surprise, pornographic or shy eyes.

She followed the eyes of those people and lowered her head. The white yarn clinged to her body and was soaked in water. Two symmetrical flesh colored chest stickers, one on the left and one on the right, which were not much larger than her thumb, looked very obvious. For a moment, there was a roar in her head.

She suddenly covered her chest and squatted in the water. Her eyebrows and eyes drooped. She bit her lips and dared not raise her head. However, laughter and discussion continued to enter her head through the rest of her eyes, as if she had stepped into a minefield, and all kinds of bursts continued to occur.

Until the ears can't hear any sound, only a buzzing roar.

"Isn't that Secretary ye?"

"How did you fall into such a big place?"

"Why did you fall in? You still wear this kind of dress on the edge of the pool, on purpose?"

I don't know who whistled. Those men who hadn't reacted seemed to have liberated their nature, and then laughed. Some even threw balloons into the pool, and some even went directly into the water and swam by Ye Huanyan's side.

But no one wanted to pull her.

Those ambiguous eyes, those cynical, those who follow the trend of falling into trouble, pushed the atmosphere of the whole pool party to a climax.

She squatted in the water and walked slowly towards the water. The heavy dress made her unable to walk. She even felt that the skirt was heavy and seemed to fall from her chest. She had to free up a dress with her chest in hand.

She clenched her teeth and refused to shed tears by herself.

But when they arrived at the bank, those people still looked at her. The white gauze on her body was no different from being naked. She gritted her teeth, and her eyes were red. When she looked up, she saw a familiar figure standing in the corner.

Ling Han's eyes swept over her, as if he hadn't seen it, and took the wine cup from Sheng Enron's hand at the side of her body, laughing and talking.

She turned her head, her eyes painful, and even for a moment felt that if the pool was deep enough, it would be good to drown here.

"Miss..."

The hotel waiter came in a hurry, squatted by the pool, reached out to her, handed her a black suit coat in his hand, and spoke a lot of English, which she didn't understand at all.

At the moment, the coat was her life-saving straw. She held the coat, put it on her body in the water, tried to button each button, and then climbed up from the water with the help of the waiter.

Extremely embarrassed.

Standing by the pool, the wide men's suit was like a torn sack, and a pair of slender legs were clinging to the white yarn, vaguely revealing the temptation, and the sound of whistle became more and more cheerful.

She clutched the hem of her coat, lifted the wet corner of her skirt, clenched her teeth and glanced at the corner, but she didn't get any response.

The noise around seems to have nothing to do with yourself,

Whether it's laughter, whistles, or the manic sound of someone suddenly turning on the stereo, it's all like the excitement of another parallel world, getting away from her.

She avoided the climax of the party and ran back to the hotel barefoot with her last strength.

As soon as I returned to the room and closed the door, tears rustled down.

In his eyes, he is just a woman who can be played by others.

So even if it was so embarrassing, it was no big deal in his eyes.

At the corner of the party, Sheng Enron looked back from the direction where ye Huanyan had just disappeared, and jokingly said, "Secretary Ye is really in good shape. Thanks to her, this party is much more lively now."

As soon as the words fell, he raised his head to Shangling's cold eyes. He held his glass and stared at the male artists who took the lead in whistling. He lifted his head and drank the wine in the glass in one gulp.

Her eyes stagnated slightly, and her chest tightened for no reason,

Ling Han looked at her with unprecedented indifference,

"Is it your man who pushed Secretary ye into the water?"

Her face suddenly froze, pinched her thigh secretly, and forced herself to look puzzled. She frowned,

"... who... Who pushed Secretary ye into the water?"

Ling Leng laughed,

"Your way of doing things is too low-level. I don't care about those people before, but don't go too far with the people around me. She is my secretary. Are you going to hit me in the face by humiliating her like this?"

"Han... I don't mean that."

"Today's party is boring. I'll go back first and you can continue to play."

He put down his glass, glanced at her and resolutely left.

Sheng Enron's eyes froze, and he didn't return to his senses for a long time.

In the past, so many people can turn a blind eye, why can't ye Huanyan?

Or is Ling Han really treating ye Huanyan differently?

A trace of malice flashed in her eyes, and ye Huanyan had to guard against it.

Walking to the door of Ye Huanyan's room, the waiter was still waiting at the door just now. Seeing Ling Han arriving, he stood aside respectfully, "Mr. Ling, according to your order, I sent Miss ye back. No one came to find her. Can I go now?"

Ling Han was about to nod when he suddenly remembered something and glanced at the closed door,

"Before you leave, ask her to open the door and say you have something to do with her."

The waiter was a little stunned, but did not ask, and knocked on the door as instructed.

Ye Huanyan's hand was hidden in the cuffs of the suit exposed in the crack of the door. At this time, she was holding the door frame across the sleeve of the suit, staring at the waiter at the door from the crack of the door. The tears on her face were not dry, and her voice was a little choked. Her poor English was even more grammatical at the moment,

"I'll return the suit as soon as I wash it. Leave me a number."

"Who are you going to give it back?"

At the moment ye Huanyan closed the door, his knees pressed against the door panel.

The waiter glanced at the strange posture of the two men, suddenly lowered his head, turned around and left with great understanding.

"Open the door before I speak well."

Ye Huanyan's eye appeared in the crack of the door,

"President Ling, I'm not feeling well now. Please let me rest first."

"What? I think I just showed my skills at the party, and now I want to savor the admiration of those men in the room alone?"

He suddenly worked hard, and a muffled hum came from the room,

Ling Han pushed the door open and then closed it with his eyes slightly sinking,

The white skirt on the carpet is wet and lumped together. The woman lies on the ground, the black suit on her shoulder is scattered under her body, and the exquisite curve is faintly visible under a layer of white yarn, which is pure and sexy that can't be avoided by her eyes.