Chapter 222

Jinjiangyuan, the woman with a clear and flexible mind, is also doing the same thing.

On the computer is the red carpet news of the day. The woman holding Ling Han's arm smiles brightly. With the vitality and youth on her face, ye Huanyan feels that she has completely lost her.

Maybe Ji Xiaoyue is right, she should go out for a walk, and then decide whether to leave.

Ye Huanyan was packing when the black business car stopped downstairs.

The huge suitcase has been filled with spring clothes and several summer clothes, just like a long-term trip.

"Lingling, can you help me to find two sets of toiletries? I remember there were a lot of samples before

Ye Huanyan carefully stepped over the suitcase and went to the door, shouting to the downstairs.

Lingling is cleaning up the kitchen. The sound of the water is so loud that she doesn't seem to hear it.

Ye Huanyan hesitated for a while, and finally decided to put down the matter of packing clothes and go to find it by himself.

The inventory of these skin care products and toiletries is collected in the cabinet of the cloakroom next door, but I usually find Lingling to take them, so it's a little hard to find them.

When Lingling turned off the tap and came out, she was surprised to see Linghan enter the house,

"Young master..."

Ling Han nodded and went upstairs.

It took a lot of time and effort. In the end, he failed to find a woman like her. Even the similarity was only imagined by himself. He gave up.

Isn't it just a child? She wants it.

As long as she is at ease with him, can let him in this vicious circle, occasionally feel a bit of leisure of life is enough.

Twist open the door, just stepped out of a leg, the toe of the foot against an obstacle.

His eyes fell on the tidy suitcase. His gentle eyes gradually cooled down, and there was a faint cold light under the light.

She's leaving?

Next door cloakroom came the sound of knowing rate, his household slippers on the floor dragged out a heavy stuffy sound, pushed open the door.

Behind the black long leather sofa stool and in front of the Nordic style white storage cabinet, there is a thin figure,

"Lingling, where did you put the washing and care of travel clothes?" Hearing the sound of opening the door, ye Huanyan thought it was Lingling and asked, "is it in this cabinet?"

Ling Han walked into the room quietly and looked down at the figure through the sofa until he was angry and blue veins on his forehead,

"Where are you going?"

Hearing this sound, ye Huanyan was so excited that she almost sat down on the ground. She held the cupboard door and stood up carefully,

"You... How did you come back?"

He took a step closer, with a calm face, and said in a cold voice, "what I'm asking is, where are you going?"

Ye Huan Yan subconsciously back, but back against the white lockers, back no retreat.

Ling Han's eyes were chilly. He stepped over the sofa bench with long legs, pinched ye Huanyan's neck with one hand, and said, "I asked, where are you going?"

Ye Huanyan's eyes are full of panic. With Ling Han's strength, it seems that something is stuck in his throat, and he can't say a word.

She struggled, she patted Ling Han's hand, she pushed his chest desperately.

Ling Han's voice in her ears gradually became more and more distant roar, until she saw that ye Huanyan's face was the same cyan, vaguely saw that the outline of white eyes was getting bigger and bigger, and the clapping gesture was gradually withering down. Ling Han just like being struck by lightning, loosened her neck, and she slipped into his arms, eyes closed, only mouth open, it seemed that she had no voice

There's exhalation.

At this moment, Ling Han's eyes were in a panic of collapse.

"Ye Huanyan..." he shook her shoulder,

“……”

There was a dead silence.

"Ye Huanyan..."

“……”

Ye Huanyan only felt the moment of suffocation, as if the world had become a pure white, as if she had seen such a scene a long time ago, and the world had returned to its original purity.

In this way, no longer have to endure any humiliation, no longer care about whose eyes.

I don't know whose it is, but I feel very familiar with it.

Does anyone care about themselves?

Now in this world, who can really sympathize with their own situation?

Not long after, Lingling heard the sound and saw the scene in front of her. She exclaimed, "young master, what's wrong with Miss ye?"

Ling Han just held ye Huanyan in his arms. There was no calmness in his voice. "She didn't breathe... She didn't breathe."

There is also a ring of red marks on ye Huanyan's neck, which is self-evident.

"Young master, irrigate, irrigate..." after she saw the red mark, she had a flash in her mind,

Incoherent said this, but see Ling Han has a lost look, she stomped, turned to the kitchen with a cup of hot water, ran back. A cup of hot water down, there is a reaction, "cough..." ye Huanyan severe cough filled the whole room, the hot water spread in her chest, wet through the pajamas, but after the severe cough, she closed her eyes, still no sign of waking up. This method is the earthwork of Lingling's hometown. It is very useful to treat the temporary shock that can't come up in one breath. She has seen many relatives in her family use this method with her own eyes. Lingling is also a dead horse doctor. I don't know if it will work. At the moment, Ling Han is like a fierce lion, holding ye Huanyan's shoulder and refusing to let go. His eyes are full of strange blood red, and finally he roars, "ye Huanyan, if you don't open your eyes again, you'll beat the wild seed in your stomach." The person in her arms finally showed signs of recovery. "Wake up, wake up..." Lingling stood by and covered her mouth, sobbing with joy. But ye Huanyan opened her eyes slowly, but her eyes were empty. She looked at Ling Han blankly for a long time. She couldn't believe that the man was really going to kill herself. She raised a hand, as if to touch his face, and finally stopped in mid air. The disappointment in her tearful eyes couldn't be concealed, and she didn't want to. But her chest seemed to be choked with resentment that could not be melted. After a long time, she turned her head and coughed up a mouthful of blood. The blood splashed on the pure white cupboard door, shocking. In Lingling's exclamation, she encouraged her to open her mouth and murmured, "I just... I just... Xiaoyue said... You can go out with her... You also... You won't... I... I won't go." Looking at her eyes closed, the expression on Ling Han's face finally appeared a crack. Shock and regret mixed together and penetrated every nerve of him. It was a dull pain. He held her shoulder and couldn't help shaking. He just wanted to tell her that he agreed to keep the child. How did this happen? Why“ I'll call the doctor... "With tears in the corner of her eyes, Lingling turns around and runs away, leaving the room desolate, leaving the awake to bear alone, the late soberness, and the only thing she can see is endless regret. This novel has been translated by www.novelhall.com and if you are reading this somewhere, they have stolen our translation.