I don't know how long after that, her drowsiness became heavier and heavier. She held her stiff eyelids and pricked her hands many times.
Thorn pain, and will be sober.
After taking a bath and reading a book, ye Zimo turns on the computer in the room, points on the monitoring screen in the hall, and his eyes fall on Xia Yihan sitting on the ground.
It was a little dark, and he couldn't see what she was doing. He looked closely at the screen. When he saw that she was mending her clothes, his brow wrinkled imperceptibly.
Just at this time, Xia Yihan is sleepy again. The tip of the needle stabs into the thumb crevice impartially. The sharp pain makes her completely awake.
She squeezed her fingertips hard, blood seeped out from inside, and tears flowed out unconsciously.
Night, so deep, maybe only then can she let herself cry.
For too long, I can't stop my tears as soon as I release them. She did not dare to make a sound, so she bit her lips and let her tears run continuously.
Ye Zimo stares at the screen, his eyes become very complicated.
His fist gradually clenched, clenched and loosened.
Pick up the phone on the coffee table, he skillfully dial a few numbers, there soon came the sound of the housekeeper respectful.
"Mr. Ye!"
"We Ye family, poor need servants to mend clothes?" He asked in a cold voice.
The housekeeper was already in a daze. For a moment, he was a little confused.
"Mr. Ye, I don't understand that."
"Now listen to me! I'll make two new uniforms for Xia Yihan tomorrow. Before the uniform comes out, she can wear anything. "
Xia Yihan cried for a while, put all the things on his hands down, went to the bathroom to wash his cold face, and washed away all the tears.
"Han Han, don't cry. I'm by your side." She seemed to hear Mo Xiaojun's voice, far away, and close in front of her eyes.
Growing up, he would always coax her, dry her tears, pat her on the back and comfort her.
She looked in the mirror, bent up the corner of her mouth and said softly, "Xiaojun, I don't cry. Don't worry. Hanhan won't cry in the future."
Thinking about Mo Xiaojun, it seems that those grievances and fatigue are gone again.
Back in the hall, she sat on the floor and went on mending her first skirt. It was already dawn when she finished.
When ye Zimo got up and passed the hall, he saw Xia Yihan holding the rags of the second skirt in his hand, leaning against the wall and falling asleep.
He stopped and gazed at her sleeping face. In the dream, she frowned tightly, as if she was not sleeping well. He squatted down and quietly picked up her mended skirt on the ground, looking at the stitches. He was really attentive. If he didn't look carefully in many places, he couldn't see the trace of mending.
Does she need to be so serious for fear of being punished by the housekeeper?
He didn't know what the psychology was, so he stood up with the skirt, went back to the bedroom, and hung it in the closet in his bedroom.
When Xia Yihan wakes up, ye Zimo has already gone to the gym.
She wanted to wear the dress she had sewn, but only saw a pile of rags beside her hand, and the intact skirt disappeared.
When she wanted to continue searching, the housekeeper sent someone to ask her to go to the gym on duty, so she had to tell her to go to the bathroom and hide the rags again.
As soon as Guan Jia saw Xia Yihan, his eyes flashed a look of displeasure. He thought it was Xia Yihan who mended the clothes.
Before she came in, the prince seldom lost his temper with him. Since she came, he has been in bad luck. He was scolded several times a day.
He really tried his best to drive her out, but she was not afraid of hardship and tiredness. No tricks were useful to her.
On the surface, the prince hated her very much, and occasionally seemed to care about her existence, so that he did not dare to lay too heavy a hand.
Ye Zimo runs, expands the chest, push ups, after more than an hour's exercise, the towel used to wipe sweat is still Fang Lina's, from beginning to end did not look to Xia Yihan.