Chapter 392

With the passage of time, until he carefully pushed and smeared the ointment on each place, his fingers slightly stopped, and his eyes went up her neck and fell on her face.

They looked at each other silently for nearly a minute. Compared with Ye Fei's pure gaze, Su Mohan's eyes were too overbearing and aggressive. Later, ye Fei began to lose her grip, and her plain hand became a fist.

Turning her head slightly and looking away, ye Fei sat up and put on her coat again and wrapped herself up very tightly.

Su Mohan put the ointment back on the coffee table, went back to his desk, and began to deal with the documents. However, during the process of processing the documents, he always looked up from time to time, looking like a casual glance at Ye Fei on the sofa.

Ye Fei has been watching TV for more than three o'clock in the afternoon, but after watching for a while, she can't find any favorite programs. She simply presses the black button.

Press twist she saw Su Mo Han pressed, press after the servant will come in.

Sure enough, just press for a few seconds, outside the door sounded the sound of knocking, and then two maids came in.

"Is there an economic journal, a currency war, and a trade storm?" Ye Fei opens her mouth directly to the maid, and her throat hurts a little every time she talks.

The maid didn't dare to make a hasty decision. She turned her head and looked at Su Mo Han in front of the desk. Seeing that he nodded, she nodded.

A few minutes later, the maid brought the book, but also sent a few books and a few pens. Ye Fei nodded, leaning against the sofa to read.

Since she can't go to school or leave, she can't let a room suffocate.

In the afternoon, the sun was slightly drunk, and the luxurious room was enveloped. Ye Fei curled up on the sofa and looked at the currency war in her hands like a cat. Different from the books she had read before, the version of this book was obviously older. From time to time, there were some Soviet black marks and comments on the page, and the ink blue pen characters were slightly faint, But with his own flavor.

Ye Fei read it for a long time. Although there were his notes in the book, she still had many places she couldn't understand. She immediately drew down the places she didn't understand with the ballpoint pen sent by the maid. For a time, the black color of the pen and the blue of the ball pen were interlaced on the old and old books, which had an indescribable harmony.

I don't know how long she looked at it. Her eyelids became heavier and heavier. She fell asleep unconsciously when she leaned on the sofa. Her book was still slightly open. Occasionally, it was blown by the wind. It would turn over a page or two. It was peaceful.

Su Mohan stopped his pen and looked up at her for a long time. His eyes showed a touch of tenderness.

He walked over from behind the desk, gently took the book in her hand, looked through it, and then put the pen in the middle, closed it and put it on the tea table.

Su Mohan helped her pull up the blanket and put her outstretched arm carefully into the blanket. Then he stood in front of her for a long time, quietly looking at the sleeping face.

Her face was still pale, but much better than yesterday, but more importantly, she was no longer afraid of him as she had been a few days ago, nor did she hate him as much as she did yesterday.

Although he didn't know whether it was a kind of disguise for her, and whether it was the means she used to deceive himself, he still preferred to believe that maybe she didn't hate herself so much.