Chapter 965

Ye Zimo is very painful. He gently attaches Xia Yihan's eyes to his shoulder and prevents him from seeing the blood on his arm: "I know, Yihan, don't feel guilty."

On the table, the housekeeper handed a note to Ye Zimo: "master nianmo gave it to his wife. The font was printed by computer. No suspicious person was found in Ye's mansion for the time being."

"Xu Haosheng will come to you!" Ye Zimo crumpled the note and said in a cold voice, "why hasn't the hypnotist from the United States come yet?"

The housekeeper wiped the sweat on his forehead: "it's already docking. There's trying to coordinate. It's said that a senior official is cultivating in it."

When Xia Yihan wakes up, he finds that he is bound with his hands by the fine silk, "Ye Zimo." She called softly.

Ye Zimo put the contract in hand aside and helped Xia Yihan loosen the tie“ I think Xu Haosheng is dying. " Xia Yihan murmured.

"Do you need another rose?" After listening, ye Zimo raises Xia Yihan's waist with a pillow.

Xia Yihan chuckled: "I can't believe I used to fall in love with you."

"I can't believe it, because you never said you loved me." Ye Zimo said in silence.

Xia Yihan awkwardly turns his head and sees the contract beside the bed, "Ye Zimo, do you want to buy a hospital?"

Ye Zimo nodded hastily, put the contract away, and they stopped talking“ I find that our topics are very few. " Xia Yihan joked.

Ye Zimo turned his head and looked at Xia Yihan, "so?"

Xia Yihan moved his wrist and felt the other person's urging eyes. He continued, "sometimes I wonder if we really loved each other. I can't even remember your favorite color."

"Black." Ye Zimo was silent for a while.

Xia Yihan, stunned, tries to sit up cross legged, and then falls back to bed because his hands are tied.

Ye Zimo lowers his head to help Xia Yihan untie the rope. Xia Yihan looks at the man's frown and says, "let me tie it like this." after that, he suddenly comes forward and kisses his thin lips.

Ye Zimo slightly widened his eyes and looked down at the woman close at hand. Xia Yihan's eyelashes trembled slightly, his ears were obviously red, but he was stubborn and long necked to explore the most intimate things in the world.

Fit the lip slightly pull out a radian, ye Zimo let Xia Yihan action“ How do you feel? "

Xia Yihan back to the original position, some embarrassed said: "some people say that heartbeat is the test of love, I just want to try whether we really love each other before."

Ye Zimo picks eyebrows: "so."

Xia Yihan shook his head, pointed to his heart and poked: "it beats very fast, but I don't know if it's love."

Ye Zimo took a deep breath, and then reached out to pull the other party's hand to his chest: "then you missed a standard, the beating here is all because of you."

Xia Yihan was flushed by the hot confession. Her black and white eyes turned around, deliberately turning the topic: "where did we just say?"

Ye Zimo wiped off the crystal of Xia Yihan's lips and relaxed back to the original position: "color."

Two people ask and answer, the night gradually deep, Xia Yihan poke Ye Zimo's back: "did you sleep?"

Ye Zimo turned over and looked at Xia Yihan. Xia Yihan summoned up courage and said, "Ye Zimo, let me go."

Ye Zimo looks at Xia Yihan strangely, and looks at the other side's hand holding the quilt tightly, and suddenly smiles: "and then? You go to find Xu Haosheng. "

Xia Yihan licked his dry mouth and said with difficulty: "sometimes I don't want what I want. For example, I want to go to Italy today, but I can't go to Italy tomorrow."

Xia Yihan is a little sleepy. Before ye Zimo's reply, his eyelids have been pulled down. In a trance, he seems to hear a smile: "I'll give you what you want."

There seems to be a slightly bumpy touch in the sleep. Xia Yihan grabs the quilt on his body and turns around with his memory“ Poop The whole body fell on the soft wool blanket!

The wool blanket is very soft. Even if it falls, it doesn't hurt. Xia Yihan gets up blankly and looks out the window at the blue sky and the accessible white clouds.

Looking around, I was on a plane. Xia Yihan ignored his shoes and opened the only door in the plane.

Ye Zimo is wearing rimless glasses in front of the four computers. He is busy. Hearing the sound, he looks up and hooks his fingers to Xia Yihan: "come here."

"Where are we?" Xia Yihan swallowed.

"Italy in ten minutes." Ye Zimo stopped for a while, then seemed to think of something and said: "you said Italy."

Xia Yihan looks at the man in a daze, just because of a random metaphor before she goes to bed, the man takes himself abroad overnight.

The airflow caused some turbulence in the plane, and Xia Yihan fell forward with inertia Xia Yihan kneaded the buttocks he fell on for the second time.

Ye Zimo took back and stretched out, but he didn't have time to hold Xia Yihan's hand. Instead, he put it on the other side's waist and kneaded it. He commented: "good elasticity."

Outside the airport, a small Bentley stopped at one side. The tall Italian was looking around. After seeing ye Zimo, he hesitated and asked in Italian. He seemed not sure whether he understood Italian or not. He said it in English again.

Ye Zimo communicates with each other in fluent Italian. The tall Italian takes Ye Zimo and Xia Yihan on the bus with a smile on his face. The car stops at an independent villa in a short time.

The driver saw them off and drove to one side. There was already a man waiting for ye Zimo at the door. He was busy introducing them into the hall.

The elegant man in the huge living room full of English style looks at them with a smile. The huge French windows reflect the roses blooming outside the window.

"My name is Ahern. You are the most beautiful oriental girl I have ever seen." Ahern takes Xia Yihan's hand and kisses it on her arm.

Ye Zimo pulled Xia Yihan's hand in time and sat down on the sofa with Xia Yihan: "this is in Italy. Even if you are a British nobleman, you should put away your set."

"Nono, Zimo, it's wrong for you to treat gentlemen like this." Ahern sits back on the sofa, slightly raises his golden hair, big and deep blue eyes continue to look at Xia Yihan, and his mouth slightly raises a smile.

Xia Yihan subconsciously picks up the black tea on the table to cover his face. Ahern laughs: "Zimo, your lover is really interesting. I begin to like her a little."

"This is the first time you've said you like women today." Ye Zimo didn't give Ahern the photo in his hand.

Ahern shrugged, took the picture and muttered, "how can you expose a gentleman's most affectionate confession?"

After taking the photo, Ahern just wanted to open his mouth and saw Ye Zimo's disapproval in his eyes. As soon as the conversation changed, he said to Xia Yihan in English: "beautiful Yihan, as a beautiful girl, it's a pity that she didn't wear the skirt of British upper class society."

Ahern nods to the housekeeper who has been standing beside him. The housekeeper then goes to Xia Yihan. Xia Yihan thanks fluently in English and gets up to leave with the housekeeper.

"Why don't you tell your lover?" After Xia Yihan leaves, Ahern looks at Xia Yihan's back and thinks deeply.

Ye Zimo's fingers tapped on the table with rhythm, and said in a low tone, "if you don't want me to send ten women to your bed at night, you can turn your head back for me now."

Ahern shrugged his shoulders and asked curiously, "it's rare to see you care so much for a lover."

Ye Zimo knocks on the photo to remind Ahern to come back to his senses. The clear words make Ahern smile: "she is not a lover."

Xia Yihan comes to a room with the housekeeper. Several foreign women come up in a hurry and chatter, taking Xia Yihan to another room.

Full of British court dress, Xia Yihan said inconceivably: "do I want to wear these?"

The servants nodded and surrounded Xia Yihan to the wardrobe. Three or four servants kept holding the skirts in the cabinet for Xia Yihan to choose. The other two servants took care of Xia Yihan's hair. Another servant brought a chest wrapping and a whale bone hanger.

In the living room, Ahern released the shadow of Ye Zimo on the projector, who is not a stranger. "Kiu, the biggest Mafia leader in Italy, is said to have disappeared for a long time. Some people say that the person in power is not him, but someone else."

Ye Zimo asked in a deep voice, "how can I find him?"

Ahern shrugged his shoulders. "As an English gentleman, I don't like Italy's rough and violent aesthetic style, but it's said that Kiu likes jewelry very much. You can try your luck there."

The housekeeper gently walked up to Ahern. Ahern walked towards the door with bright eyes and praised Xia Yihan who was wearing the traditional British aristocratic dress: "Yihan, you are like the most beautiful rose in England. Damn it, I must draw your beauty."

Sitting on the sofa, ye Zimo didn't move, but his eyes were dim and bright. The complex white ripples divided the skirt into layers, and the extremely thin waist and legs were matched with Xia Yihan's excellent facial features. His hair was slightly combed, revealing his bright forehead.

"It's beautiful." Ye Zimo nodded and said.

Xia Yihan shy to avoid the scene, two people do not hide the appreciation, want to walk a few steps, forget the British skirt is too long, left foot on the right foot, crooked to the front ramp.

"Yihan." Ahern is in a hurry and wants to stretch out his hand. In front of him, a black figure flashed by and quickly fished out Xia Yihan's waist.

With a click, Ahern took a picture of them with the camera in his hand. "It's so fast. It seems that Zimo's Chinese Kung Fu is stronger." Ahern praised.

Ye Zimo drags Xia Yihan's hand and walks down the aisle. Ahern looks at Ye Zimo's back and says seriously, "Zi Mo, Xiao Chun knows you've come back."