Chapter 498

Tan Yihan finally raised his head to have a look, frowned, recalled his childhood, and said: "it should be my grandfather who gave me a slice of lemon. I don't like sour or sweet."

Then look at the mail in the mailbox on the laptop.

She continued to look at the album: "no wonder your face is wrinkled. Ha ha, how could your face be so fleshy when you were a child? You look very thin now."

She looked at the photo and then at the opposite Tan Yihan. It's amazing. I can't imagine that the little cute thing in the photo is the opposite Tan Yihan.

When I was a child, Tan Yihan was as cute as a steamed stuffed bun, but now Tan Yihan is not the same person as the plump baby when he was a child, with a tall nose and deep dark eyes.

Tan Yihan: "who didn't have a childhood? Let me have a look at your childhood photos. "

"Mine is still at home. I haven't seen it for a long time. I don't have so many pictures of you." Ye Miaomiao can hardly remember where she put her album, but she remembers that her mother had a childhood album for her.

Talk about Yi Han to smile: "go to your home to look for another day."

Ye Miaomiao nodded: "good."

Then continue to read the album, finally turned to a picture of Tan Yihan and his mother, a beautiful young woman holding a baby, the baby is naturally Tan Yihan.

That woman should be tan Yihan's mother. That woman of Japanese and Korean mixed race is really beautiful.

Ye Miaomiao carefully looks up at Tan Yihan who is working. In fact, Tan Yihan is somewhat similar to his mother.

Ye Miaomiao is distressed that Tan Yongze is willing to live up to such a beautiful woman. He is also flirting with women everywhere, forcing her into a desperate situation.

Looking at the woman in the photo, she looks kind and pure, with elegant smile but a sense of alienation. She can't help sighing: "your mother looks so beautiful. In fact, your eyes are very similar to your mother, dark and proud. Your character should be very similar. It's really amazing that your eyes are like your mother, and your son and I have, But my eyes are exactly like me.... "

She didn't know what she was talking about. She was talking to herself.

Suddenly feel the atmosphere is not right, she looked up at Tan Yihan, only to find that he stopped his work in the hands of staring at her, that eyes with a trace of complex feelings.

"What... What's the matter? Did I say something wrong?"

Tan Yihan: "nothing. It's just that I haven't heard my mother praised for her beauty for a long time. She's been away from the world for so long that I almost thought she never appeared in the world."

For a moment, ye Miaomiao felt a little heartache. Tan Yihan didn't seem to feel what maternal love was. When he was very young, his mother hanged herself and chose the most painful way to end her life.

She has a little feeling, sighs: "you work, I accompany you."

Tan Yihan looks at her and smiles. He doesn't speak and continues to work.

And she fell into the magic of this album again. She always saw Tan Yihan's five-year-old appearance. Before, she was too young to see any similarities with now.

But these five-year-old boys probably have some shadow now. They are very handsome. The little five-year-old boy has a kind of handsome feeling.

From five-year-old Tan Yihan, we can see many shadows of Tan Yihan. This is a picture of five-year-old Tan Yihan in Disneyland with Mickey. He looks proud and confident.

Then I saw seven year old Tan Yihan, and his nose became more and more stiff.

Eight year old Tan Yihan has a cool hairstyle. Is this the hairstyle that my grandfather chose for him?

This picture of nine year old Tan Yihan hits Ye Miaomiao's heart. Has she ever seen it like this, primary school?

In the photo, Tan Yihan, dressed in a primary school uniform, already looks like a little adult, with a ruffian smile on his mouth and handsome eyebrows. He is very eye-catching among a group of children.

Ye Miaomiao instantly looked up at Tan Yihan, pointed to the photo and asked, "husband, where do you go to primary school at this time?"

Tan Yihan inadvertently looked up, recalled for a few seconds, said: "Dongjiang international bilingual school primary school."

"I went to school here, too!" Ye Miaomiao said in surprise.

On Yi Han's eyebrows: "what do you say? Really? " Why doesn't he remember ye Miaomiao?

Ye Miaomiao: "I did. I used to be a freshman here. But at that time, there was a problem with our family's economic situation, and there was a problem with dad's company capital chain, so I transferred."

After all, this school is a noble school, which is not affordable for ordinary people! The cost of optics is more than one million yuan a year, not counting other expenses.

At that time, Ye's group encountered a little capital problem, so it transferred to another school, and then never went back.

Tan Yihan put down his pen, leaned back and looked at her: "why don't I remember you?"

"Nonsense, you are several years older than me. At that time, I was in the first grade of primary school. You certainly didn't know me, but I remember I met you. I remember your nine-year-old face."

Ye Miaomiao began to fall into the memories of her childhood. She seemed to vaguely remember where she met Tan Yihan.

It seems that when I was in PE class, I saw senior Tan Yihan playing football?

"Did you like playing basketball in primary school?"

She suddenly came to the interest, began to help talk about Yihan memories of primary school things.

Tan Yihan thought, "well, I really like it for a while."

Ye Miaomiao patted the desk excitedly: "it's you! I remember it. When I was in this school, there was a PE class, the teacher let us free activities, I saw a boy in basketball, so handsome, I watched for a long time, and then for a month I was waiting for PE class to meet you again, but I never saw you again, after all, the school is so big, we are not the same grade, it is difficult to find

Talk about Yi cold lost a voice to smile, helplessly opening a way: "originally you are childhood so flower crazy?"

"What flower maniac ah, that is a kind of adoration of young girls to senior students. That's the time I saw you playing basketball and thought you were very handsome."

Now in retrospect, she seems to be able to go back to the school of that year, and see a nine-year-old boy with a face of mutual indignation and a cold look playing basketball, who ignored.

She really doesn't know how to survive in school, cold-blooded and ruthless, how to get along with classmates.