Chapter 226

The arrival of Su Mang, President of Huanyu Group, surprised Ling Han.

The position of fashion editor in chief seems to be limitless. In fact, there are 365 days a year, 360 days flying around the world. It's really rare to come to him in leisure time.

"I heard that Yan Yan was released from prison. I want to see her."

Since Ji Xiaoyue knew about ye Huanyan's release from prison, he certainly couldn't hide it from Su mang.

Ling Han's eyes flashed a trace of vigilance, "just look at her?"

Su mang blinked, his face full of cunning, "by the way, ask her if she is interested in becoming my assistant."

Hearing this, Ling Han didn't even think about it and refused, "No."

"Why?" Su mang glanced at him, undaunted by his momentum, retorted, "being disturbed by Sheng Enron, you certainly don't want to let her return to work now. She is a white-collar who is used to working. Can you let her stay at home and be your housewife? She will suffocate."

"That won't go to fashion. Don't you already have an assistant?"

Ling Han looked at Su mang with a firm attitude.

Su mang was anxious. "Xiao Yue is going to lead a team to Zhoushan to collect wind this weekend. I can't find someone to replace her? I'm not at ease with others. Can I borrow it from you?"

Ling Han suddenly clicked in his heart, as if he remembered something.

Last time at jinjiangyuan villa, what ye Huanyan said before she fainted was that Ji Xiaoyue suggested her to go out for a walk, probably to Zhoushan.

"Well, whether you agree or not is accurate,"

"What if I disagree?"

"Then I'll go to the old lady." Su Mang's smile is meaningful.

Hearing this, Ling Han's face sank.

He hasn't told the old lady about ye Huanyan's return. Because ye Huanyan was imprisoned, the old lady was suffocating in her heart and refused to talk to him for a long time.

After a while, Ling Han's voice rang out in the office, "it's not impossible for her to go to work. She can only work there until Ji Xiaoyue comes back, for a month at most."

A month later, ye Huanyan's body was almost pregnant. He didn't want too many people to know about it, and he also wanted to have it right. A month later, he let her stay in the seaside resort for a period of time, and then come back after the baby was born.

"OK, that's it."

Su mang promised readily, but Ling Han stared at her thoughtfully for a while, sneering, "sister Su Mang, are you really in need of an assistant, or is someone begging you to take care of Ye Huanyan for a while?"

Su mang smiled as usual and said faintly, "whether I lack an assistant or someone really begged me, since you promised, it means that even you yourself think it's better to let her work, isn't it?"

Before Ling Han retorted, she added, "and only my place, regardless of your criminal history, we only look at your work ability. For this point, the style is more cheerful and confident than you."

Ling Han frowned and didn't speak again.

If she went to work in fashion, she would feel a little better and stop packing up and leaving him. He was also willing to make this concession.

It's just a little concession.

After su mang left, he glanced at his mobile phone again. After a week, there was still no news.

That night, after everyone in the company got off work, Ling Han left the office.

I drove around the river and finally came to the east gate of Jinjiang garden.

It was already late at night, and the weak light was still on the second floor of the villa in Jinjiang garden.

Hearing what happened next door, ye Huanyan suddenly woke up, thinking it was a nightmare, and shivered and shrank into the quilt.

She hasn't slept well these days. She always feels that Ling Han is coming back, and the fact that he comes back can only make her feel afraid.

The revolving door slowly turned around, and the sound of the axle was particularly clear in the dark night. Ling Han's footsteps and the smell on his body became more and more obvious, which finally made her realize that this was not a nightmare, or that those in the dream had become true.

In the nightmare, he took a knife, planed open her stomach, and held out a bloody fetus. His bloodthirsty eyes were inch by inch from her and told her viciously, "ye Huanyan, how can I let him stay?"

Her whole body trembled, and her pale face was covered with cold sweat.

A pair of slightly cold hands circled her behind her, pulled her quilt down, and whispered, "sleeping with your head covered is not conducive to breathing."

His voice was clear, but there was not much malice, and the action of lying on her side immediately distracted ye Huanyan for a moment, and even thought it was another imagined dream.

After being released from prison, it seems that reality and dream are always confused.

He breathed evenly in her ear, put his hand into the quilt and touched her shoulder.

She was so excited that she suddenly shivered and trembled nervously.

The hand seemed to hesitate for a moment, but it still took her into its arms, completely ignoring her obvious physical rejection.

"From tomorrow, you go to work in fashion. Su mang needs an assistant."

His voice sounded in his ear, word by word, very clear.

Ye Huanyan curled up quietly in his arms, not daring to move, for fear that an carelessness would annoy him. She was not afraid before, but now she has a child in her stomach.

"Well." She nodded, unable to see any reaction, neither sad nor happy.

Ling Han was not satisfied with this reaction.

Letting her go is a distraction. If she doesn't want to go, it will backfire. This is not what he wants.

He frowned, put a hand around her neck, forced her to turn over, and then hugged her in his arms. His chin was against her forehead, and he murmured, "if you don't want to go, you'll stay at home and rest. You can not work, and no one is forcing you."

"I... I can." Her voice was a little stuffy, and the sound line was trembling.

She was afraid of him, very clear fear.

Looking at the trembling eyelashes and a pair of eyes with condensed fog, Ling Han suddenly felt a little unhappy and was about to attack, but when he saw the bruise on her neck that had not disappeared, his unhappiness also became very discouraged.

"That's it. Let's talk about it tomorrow." He sighed with resignation.

Close your eyes, your hands involuntarily tightened a bit and hugged her, but you can clearly feel her stubbornness in trying to separate the position of her lower abdomen from him with her hands.

At that moment, an idea that surprised him flashed through his mind. How good it would be if the child were really his.

This night, ye Huanyan did not sleep well, especially in the first midnight.

She couldn't guess Ling Han's uncertain temperament. She didn't know when he would suddenly attack again. In addition to being frightened, she was having all kinds of nightmares again and again at night. In a daze, it seemed that there was a pair of hands gently touching and patting her back, gradually calming her down.