Chapter 1057

"I'm scared. I want you to come." Xia Yihan seems to have entered his own thoughts. Ye's ink skin frowns and his tone is gentle: "so I

"Thanks to Xue Wenjun, when I saw him, I felt that the whole world was shining with a bright light, which gave me confidence and courage."

Xia Yihan intercepts Ye Zimo's words and says it in a hurry. His eyes are full of thanks for Xue Wenjun's appearance. The car speeds up suddenly, and ye Zimo drives with his lips pursed. He doesn't explain anything.

Sometimes the explanation is so weak, when the other party has identified a fact.

When the car stopped in Washington, D.C., ye Zimo handed over a recorder, and Xia Yihan took it. In the recorder, ye nianmo's voice seemed to be more mature: "Mommy, today my uncle and I learned Sanda, and haizhuoxian couldn't beat me. Mommy, I will go back soon after I wait for me."

Xia Yihan excitedly holds the recorder, his eyes are full of shining, ye Zimo gently kisses Xia Yihan's forehead: "go in."

Xia Yihan nodded and walked into Washington with a recorder. After a long walk, he subconsciously turned back. There was still a tall and straight figure at the gate, looking at himself with some sadness.

"Alan." Xia Yihan was hit by someone, and he quickly held the chair beside him before he didn't fall down. Allen walked out in a hurry, then suddenly stepped back and asked, "have you been called for these two days, or someone is looking for you, like you saying strange things in a mess?"

Xia Yihan shook his head and asked strangely, "no, who are you talking about?"

Alan sighed with relief and said with a smile, "it's nothing. I heard that there's a mental patient walking around recently. I'm worried about your injury. I'll go first."

Allen said hello in a hurry and left. After a while, a red Porsche just ran out like an arrow“ Miss Allen Carr, the housekeeper, came out with the medicine box and asked strangely, "where's Miss Allen?"

"I don't know. I saw her go out in a hurry just now." Xia Yihan looked at the housekeeper and said. The housekeeper took the medicine box and said strangely, "Miss Allen's hand wound must be cleaned up."

"Wound?" Xia Yihan thought of seeing the big and small wounds on Allen's hand. Carl took over and said, "yes, there are still traces of being scratched by glass on his arm."

Carl said, Xia Yihan frowned, glass? I can't help but think of the bloody smell I once smelled in the abandoned parking lot. Is there any connection between them?

Nose into the sweet aroma, Xue Wenjun holding tofu flowers in Xia Yihan's nose, Xia shook, said with a smile: "what is my princess thinking? So into the mind? Can't even smell the food? "

Xia Yihan looks back at Xue Wenjun and smiles. He wants to see what Xue Wenjun brings. Xue Wenjun slowly shrinks his hand back and looks at Xia Yihan closer and closer until his lips touch each other's forehead.

The wet and soft touch makes Xia Yihan feel stunned. He leans back and looks at Xue Wenjun with a red face. Xue Wenjun puts the tofu flower on the tea table and says, "eat it, and then start."

"Where to?" Xia Yihan satisfied to eat a mouthful of sweet bean curd, looked up at Xue Wenjun foolishly.

A touch came from his forehead. Xue Wenjun nodded on Xia Yihan's forehead, then kneaded it painfully. Then he said, "I know you will forget. Didn't you say that you accompanied me to our school's celebration?"

Xia Yihan then remembered that Xue Wenjun did say so, and he agreed. After he met Ye Zimo, he was flustered and forgot these things.

The quiet campus is full of people at the moment. The former students have gone to the society to fight. Everyone is wearing the most exquisite clothes, trying to drive a luxury car, talking with others with a smile, so that others can see their own good, and then cleverly bury their hard work.

"Wenjun!" Xue Wenjun, a man's smiling receptionist at the school gate, walks up to the man with Xia Yihan, and rarely has a sincere smile on his face: "headmaster Zhang."

Principal Zhang patted Xue Wenjun on the shoulder and said with a smile, "in that term, you were the most promising. We have received a million yuan of construction fee in a short time. Thank you for all the teachers and students."

"Headmaster Zhang, this is what I should do." Xue Wenjun light said, with Xia Yihan said: "Xia Yihan."

"Xia Yihan, are you the jewelry designer?" Principal Zhang looked at Xia Yihan. Xia Yihan nodded and joked: "if there is not the same name, then I should be Xia Yihan."

"Hahaha, you are more charming than my book. Don't you know that your works have been included in the course book of art and design?" Principal Zhang smiles at Xia Yihan.

Xia Yihan looked at Xue Wenjun and principal Zhang blankly. Principal Zhang waved his hand and said, "come with me."

In such a big office, president Zhang took out a book with exquisite design, flipped through a few pages, pointed to the jewels on it and said, "Miss Xia, your design works have become the special teaching materials for the art and design departments of colleges and universities."

Xia Yihan is stunned to see his works printed into color pictures, thinking that more and more dream seekers are learning carefully with their own teaching materials“ Congratulations Xue Wenjun pats Xia Yihan on the back and shares his joy.

Xia Yihan smiles brightly, and his stomach moves. Xia Yihan covers his stomach. Xue Wenjun asks nervously, "what's the matter? He kicked you again? "

Nodding, Xia Yihan said with a smile: "the baby is probably happy for me, too." The atmosphere was very good. Headmaster Zhang's eyes fell on the two people and nodded clearly. Taking advantage of Xue Wenjun's good mood, he put forward: "since today is here, shall we talk about the school building?"

Xue Wenjun nodded, worried that Xia Yihan would be bored. Looking at Xia Yihan, he said, "do you want to visit my campus?"

Xia Yihan, what will be the campus where Xue Wenjun lived and studied? Walking in the bustling campus, Xia Yihan holds his works collection in his arms and looks around curiously.

On both sides of the school Avenue, foreigners and Chinese people intermingle with each other, bringing the breath of youth. There is obvious vitality on each face. On both sides of the street, various societies try their best to attract people from the past to stop and watch, as if another person's eyes are the greatest affirmation of themselves.

A large circular classroom is full of people, and even some people can't get in. Standing at the door, Xia Yihan approaches curiously and slows down after walking up the stairs.

In the classroom, there are people who are familiar with their own voices. Xia Yihan stands in the corner and looks at Ye Zimo on the platform. Ye Zimo is dressed in black, calm and serious. In a low voice, he tells thousands of students about the problems they will encounter when they enter the society.

Xia Yihan turns his head to see the girl beside him looking at Ye Zimo's side face and leaves with a sigh. Ye Zimo is a shining star wherever he goes, which will not change at any time.

Ye Zimo seems to feel something. He turns his head and looks at the door. He seems to see a figure in a hurry, but he doesn't seem to see anything.

The breeze by the lake is blowing Xia Yihan's sleeves. The weather, which used to be sunny, suddenly brings a stream of dark clouds. The dark clouds quickly occupy the territory of the sky, disperse the sunlight, and bring wind and rain.

The original hustle and bustle of the crowd more boiling up, people scrambling to find a place to shelter, completely without the first to deliberately pretend to be elegant and wise.

Xia Yihan runs to the eaves of the teaching building and looks down at the heavy rain, which has dampened Xia Yihan's flat shoes and brought one halo after another.

A pair of polished leather shoes appeared in the sight, and the owner of the shoes quickly moved to his side. Xia Yihan turns his head and looks at Ye Zimo deeply.

"Putong" Xia Yihan's book fell in the place. Ye Zimo raised his eyebrows, slightly lowered his head, picked up Xia Yihan's book and turned it over. His eyes became delicate.

Xia Yihan turned his head and didn't look at Ye Zimo, until the soft touch came from his head, and his hair was slightly disordered. Ye Zimo's voice with a smile came: "Xia Yihan, well done."

"Thank you." Xia Yihan looked down at his flat shoes and said that he was at a loss. Ye Zimo looked at each other's small earlobe dyed a trace of red, low smile pull summer a Han's hand, no can be close, the distance between the two people close by hand.

"Are you here to speak?" Xia Yihan has nothing to say.

"Yes." Ye Zimo light answer.

There was no more talk between them until the first ray of sunshine hit them, and the haze cleared away, and the sun finally overcame the wind and rain.

Ye Zimo let go of Xia Yihan's hand and walked forward: "let's go."

"I came with Xue Wenjun. I have to find him." Xia Yihan's subconscious exit.

Ye Zimo turns and looks at Xia Yihan. Xia Yihan has dry lips and wants to say something., Ye Zimo nodded, said nothing, turned away, steady pace.

Zhang Fengyi looks at the umbrella in the car, thinks about ye Zimo's move of getting off the car and leaving, and sighs.

"Yihan. I found you Xue Wenjun took an umbrella and nervously pulled Xia Yihan up and down to look at: "where is it wet?"

Xia Yihan looked at Xue Wenjun's wet clothes and said with a smile, "who is more suitable for this sentence?"

Xue Wenjun dotes on Xia Yihan's forehead and laughs: "Naughty!"

"Round?" Next to someone looking at Xia Yihan, looking at whether to approach. Xia Yihan asked the girl curiously, "do you know Yuanyuan?"

The girl took a long breath, patted her chest and said, "I thought Yuanyuan was going to have a baby. You are very similar to her, but you are more beautiful than her."

Xia Yihan insisted on asking his doubts: "do you know Yuanyuan?"

The girl nodded: "my name is Sasha, Yuanyuan is my classmate, in fact, many people know her, she is not very popular."

Xia Yihan also wants to ask, the girl has turned her head to look at Xue Wenjun, said shyly: "are you and this elder sister boyfriend and girlfriend?"

Xia Yihan subconsciously wants to deny it and is firmly grasped by Xue Wenjun. Xue Wenjun looks at Sha Sha and says, "what do you say?"

Sha Sha lowered his head in frustration and muttered: "it's not easy to take a fancy to high-quality products, but it's owner."