Chapter 175

Ye Huanyan didn't understand the reason why he was angry. She tried to endure her inner discomfort, frowned and resisted,

"Let go of me first. It's not my decision alone. Besides, the house really meets the requirements of graceful shooting."

"Request? Shoot? Can you think of anything else besides shooting?" The anger in Ling Han's eyes was even worse, and his eyes were almost spitting fire,

"How dare you walk into that house without my permission."

That house is their common memory,

Now Sheng Enron lives, and he doesn't want ye Huanyan to step in. He can't tell whether he is afraid of what those memories are mixed with, or whether he is afraid that one day he regrets that he wants to move back, but he is afraid that some people are confused.

But what he said made ye Huanyan misunderstand.

She stared at Ling Han in a daze, and her tone was a little sour. "You just hate me so much. That house used to be my home. You give it to someone else, and now you can't even let me in?"

Ling Han was slightly stunned. Seeing that her eyes were glittering and translucent, what she said was completely different from what he wanted to express. Suddenly, she showed a few points, and the strength of her hand pressing her shoulder was also loosened.

Ye Huanyan lowered her head, and her shoulders trembled slightly. In the narrow storage room, she tried to suppress the voice of small sobs, which was particularly aggrieved.

Ling Han was a little soft hearted, but she was still dissatisfied with her indifference to put down the house so easily and concentrate on working there, so her tone was not kind,

"You can't go to that house in the future without my permission."

Ye Huanyan's eyes were dim and he bowed his head and refused to speak.

"Did you hear that?" Ling Han was a little impatient, held her shoulder and looked down at her expression.

"I heard it," her voice was very small, clenching her teeth, full of unwilling but not willing to show it easily.

Ling Han frowned, and when he lowered his head, he was surprised to find that she was wearing a bathing suit inside, and her Kungfu coat was pulled messy, revealing a crisp chest, ten thousand feet of ravines, and the great scenery was undoubtedly revealed in front of him.

Suddenly, his breathing became rapid.

Ye Huanyan didn't know it. Bei Chi bit his lips, raised his head angrily, and stared at Ling Han with a little resentment in his eyes. "I promised your request. Now you can let me out. I'm going to see Xiao Li."

Ling Han didn't let go, staring at her face full of peach blossom because of anger. Some strange signs appeared in some part of her body that had been restrained for a long time, reminding him that this innocent day should also be over.

The sullen face in front of her suddenly approached, and ye Huanyan was stunned for a moment with the eyes like a fire. When she regained her consciousness, the side of her lips had been swept by warmth. She unconsciously opened her small mouth, which was affected by his will for a while, and her breath also hurried.

The hand on the shoulder slowly wrapped her exquisite curve, leaned into the wide woolen coat, held the plumpness behind her, pinched the plumpness of the two places across a layer of close fitting swimsuit, and rubbed them flat. The technique was so familiar that she soon entered the state, and her face was flushed.

Ling Han held her lip petals, his heavy breath against her chest, slowly swept his cheek, and then there was a gentle rain and breeze like invasion in his ear. She shivered all over and couldn't help moaning.

The hand under her body had pushed away the elastic lower triangle of the one-piece swimsuit, and only rubbed her sensitivity across the cloth of the suit. Her expression was stiff, and she had already felt the familiar heat against her, restless.

"Yan Yan..."

He breathed heavily and breathed in her ear. In the middle of the haze, he felt as if he had heard a cry in a dream, and his face stagnated.

At this time, there was a sudden sound of opening the door behind him, which shook the whole door a few times,

"Strange, I didn't lock the door? Where's the key?"

Across a door panel, a woman's voice sounded. Listening to this voice, it was the cleaning aunt who just pulled the mop out to clean.

Ye Huanyan and Ling Han looked at each other. At the same time, they looked stiff and held their breath.

The footsteps at the door were far away, about to find the key. Ye Huanyan was relieved, glanced at Ling Han, followed his hot eyes and looked down at his chest. In a moment of panic, he hurried to tidy up his clothes, turned around, unscrewed the door of the utility room, and fled.

Ling Han stood at the door of the utility room, feeling a little unfinished. Looking at ye Huanyan's back, he somehow remembered what Ling Dongyu said under the corridor of the old house that night before he left.

"Have you ever considered who to spend your life with?"

Actually, he thought about it.

Fujin yuan probably won't live anymore. Just live with him, and it's like starting over.

Ye Huanyan didn't know Ling Han's idea. After running out of the utility room, she hurried out of the hospital, so that she forgot that she should go to see the fainting employee Xiao Li in the infusion room,

Standing at the door of the hospital, thinking that it was unrealistic to ask her to go back at the moment, she simply took out her mobile phone and called Xiao Li to explain that she had something urgent and had to leave first.

Fortunately, Xiao Li is a girl with a good temper. She didn't ask much and didn't hold the company accountable for what happened today. She also thanked ye Huanyan for sending her to the hospital at the first time, and then hung up the phone.

Sitting in the taxi, ye Huanyan touched his face, some burning.

Somehow, I remembered the sentence I just heard in the ear of the utility room.

"Yan Yan..."

Is the first reaction hallucination? Or your imagination.

But calm down, more and more feel that call is very real.

Did Ling Han really call her that?

Somewhere in my heart seemed to suddenly churn, and I was happy the next second.

He really changed his attitude towards himself. During the Chinese new year, and in the recent two days, he would go home to eat together every night. He was rarely patient, and he could talk about work with her well. Even the decision of the company staff, she could say two words.

Night fell,

Ling Han arrived home only half an hour later than ye Huanyan.

The food on the table didn't move, and there was a sound of speaking in the kitchen.

Ling Han put down his coat and walked lightly towards the kitchen.

"Lingling, if you make this soup in the future, remember not to put salt, and let it simmer slowly to produce flavor. If you add big ingredients, it will destroy its delicacy."

Ye Huanyan is wearing an apron and has changed his clothes. The cuffs of his shirt are rolled up. He holds a spoon in his green hand and skims the foam in the soup pot. In his other hand, he holds the top of the cover of the casserole with a wet towel. After the last spoon of foam in his hand is skimmed, he covers it again.

Lingling's eyes were full of worship,

"Miss ye, I haven't seen you cook before. I didn't expect you to study these so well?"

"I used to do it, but I haven't done it for a long time." Ye Huanyan's tone was faint, and the corners of his eyes had a mild smile,

"This soup needs to be stewed for another half an hour. Help me see the dishes on the table. If it's cold, take it back and steam it again."