Chapter 175

Ye Huanyan didn't understand the reason for his anger. She tried to endure her inner discomfort and frowned,

"You let me go first, it's not my decision. Besides, the house really meets the requirements of graceful and grand shooting."

"Demand? Shooting? Can you think of anything else besides shooting? " The anger in Ling Han's eyes was even worse, and his eyes almost burst into flames,

"You dare to enter that house without my permission."

The house is their common memory,

Now Sheng lives in An'an, and he doesn't want ye Huanyan to step in. He can't tell whether he is afraid of the memories mixed with something, or he is afraid that one day he will regret and want to move back, but he is worried that some people will react.

But what he said made ye Huanyan misunderstand.

She stared at Ling Han with a sad tone. "You hate me so much. The house used to be my home. Even if you give it to someone else, can't you even let me in now?"

Ling Han was a little stunned. Seeing that her eyes were shining, what she said was completely different from what he wanted to express. Suddenly, he showed a few points, and the strength of pressing her shoulder on his hand was also relaxed.

Ye Huanyan lowered her head, her shoulders trembled in a small range. In the narrow storage room, she tried her best to suppress the voice of weeping, especially wronged.

Ling Han is a little soft hearted, but she is still dissatisfied with her indifferent attitude of putting down the house so easily and concentrating on working there, so her tone is not kind,

"That house is not allowed to go in the future without my permission."

Ye Huanyan's eyes were dim and her head was low.

"Do you hear me?" Ling Han is a little impatient. He holds her shoulder and looks down at her.

"Yes," she said in a small voice, biting her teeth. She was full of reluctance, but she didn't dare to show it easily.

Ling Han frowned. When he lowered his head, he was surprised to find that she was wearing a swimsuit and her Kung Fu coat was in a mess. The beautiful scenery was revealed in front of him.

Suddenly, his breathing became short.

Ye Huanyan didn't know it. Beichi bit his lip and raised his head in anger. With a bit of resentment in his eyes, he stared at Linghan. "I agreed to your request. Now you can let me out. I want to see Xiaoli."

Ling Han didn't let go. He stared at her face full of peach blossom because she was angry, and reminded him that this time of being pure hearted and lustless should be over.

In front of her, the sullen face suddenly approached, and the burning eyes made ye Huanyan feel bleary for a moment. When she came back to her mind, a burst of warmth swept by her lips. She unconsciously opened her mouth, and was moved by his will for a while, and her breathing was also rapid.

"Yan Yan..."

He gasped and breathed in her ear. Dimly, he felt as if he had heard a cry in a dream, and his face stagnated.

At this time, a sound of opening the door came from behind, shaking the whole door a few times,

"Strange, I didn't lock the door? Where are the keys? "

Across a door, a woman's voice rang out. Listening to the voice, it was the cleaning aunt who just went out to clean with a mop.

Ye Huanyan and Ling Han look at each other. At the same time, they look stiff and hold their breath.

The door is far away, about to find the key, ye Huanyan this just a sigh of relief, looked at Linghan, followed his fiery eyes, looked down at his chest, temporarily flustered, busy clothes, turned to open the door of the debris room, ran away.

Ling Han stands at the door of the utility room. He is still not satisfied with what he just felt. Looking at ye Huanyan's back, he somehow remembers what Ling Dongyu said in the corridor of his old house that night before he left.

"Have you ever thought about spending your life with anyone in your life?"

Actually, he thought about it.

Fujin yuan probably won't live any more. Just live with him. It's a new start.

Ye Huanyan doesn't know what Ling Han thinks. After running out of the utility room, she hurried out of the hospital, forgetting that she should go to see Xiao Li, the employee who fainted in the infusion room,

Standing at the door of the hospital, thinking that it's not realistic to ask her to go back now, she simply took out her mobile phone and called Xiaoli to explain that she had something urgent and had to leave first.

Fortunately, Xiaoli is a girl with a good temper. She didn't ask much about what happened today and didn't pursue the responsibility of the company. She also thanks ye Huanyan for sending her to the hospital for the first time. Then she hung up.

Sitting in a taxi, ye Huanyan touched his face, some burned.

I don't know how I think of the words I just heard in the clutter room.

"Yan Yan..."

The first reaction is hallucination, right? Or your own imagination.

But calm down, more and more feel that call is very real.

Did Linghan really call her that?

Some place in my heart seems to suddenly toss, the next second will be happy.

He really changed his attitude towards himself. During the Spring Festival, and the last two days, he would go home every night to have dinner together. He was so patient that he could talk about work with her. Even she could say two words about the judgment of the company staff.

As night fell, Linghan arrived home only half an hour later than ye Huanyan. The food on the table didn't move. There was a voice in the kitchen. Ling Han put down his coat and walked lightly towards the kitchen“ Lingling, if you make this soup later, don't put salt in it. Let it simmer slowly to make its own flavor. If you add more salt, it will destroy its delicious taste. "Ye Huanyan is wearing an apron and has changed her clothes. Her shirt cuff is rolled up. She holds the spoon in her scallion hand to skim the foam in the soup pot, and holds the top of the casserole lid with a wet towel in her other hand, After skimming the last spoonful of froth, the lid was closed again. In one side's Lingling's eyes was a look of worship, "Miss ye, I haven't seen you cook before. I didn't expect that you have so much research on these?"“ I used to do it, but I haven't done it for a long time. " Ye Huanyan tone light, canthus with a mild smile, "this soup has to stew for half an hour, you help me to see the dishes on the table, if it's cold, take it back to steam again." This novel has been translated by www.novelhall.com and if you are reading this somewhere, they have stolen our translation.