Chapter 750

Maybe the other person's tone is different from the usual low tone. Xia Yihan can't help but look up and see the other person's eyes looking at him, so warm and focused, as if he only saw himself in the world.

"Every rose you plant is a thorn in my heart. Xia Yihan, I allow you to think of me before the garden is full." Ye Zimo can't help but raise Xia Yihan's lip, which has been bitten out of the scar, and then fit it again, until the smell of blood diffuses again.

"Ye Zimo, have you had enough?" Xia Yihan rubs his lips until he is about to break the skin. Ye Zimo grabs Xia Yihan's arm to stop him from rubbing his lips. With some hatred, he says, "I really know where Xu Haoran is."

The temperature of Ye Zimo's palm makes Xia Yihan stunned. He looks at the place where they touch, and feels inexplicably familiar in his heart. Under the dark yellow light, he gasps, flies away and gets close to each other.

Cast aside all doubts and palpitations, Xia yihanqiang raised his spirit and asked, "tell me."

Ye Zimo's fists in his pocket shrink more and more tightly. The woman who cares most is anxiously waiting for the news of another man in front of her eyes, but she can't do anything.

"If you want to know more, keep coming." Ye Zimo dropped a word and walked forward in silence, never willing to speak again.

Powerful and broken footsteps came one after another, ye Zimo stopped at a wooden door, pushed open the door and stood still, no more action.

Behind Xia Yihan also raised a curiosity, gently tiptoe to Ye Zimo shoulder together, want to see the furnishings in the room.

Ye Zimo just slightly sideways at this time. Seeing Xia Yihan's playful appearance of slightly stretching his neck under his toes, he can't help but smile: "even if he doesn't remember me, his curiosity is still so heavy."

The whole wall is full of red eyes. The walls are full of photos of Xia Yihan and ye Zimo.

Ye Zimo's face is not good-looking. He finally asks Wang Ren how to treat Xia Yihan with discomfort. The other party tells him that women are most likely to be moved by flowers and dolphin rooms full of pictures of their lovers.

Ye Zimo took Xia Yihan's hand. Xia Yihan was stunned and didn't break free. His soft and delicate palm made Ye Zimo feel like cloudy weather.

"This is what you look like when you sleep. This is our child ye nianmo. This is the photo of the report that you and I appeared together. Xia Yihan, how can you say you don't know me?"

Ye Zimo is a little emotional. Looking at the smiling face in Xia Yihan's photo, he never disdains to find comfort from the photo, but finds that the photo can help him cheat himself when necessary.

"Ye Zimo!" Xia Yihan stares at the photos all over the wall, turns around and looks at Ye Zimo seriously.

Familiar with the emphasis, serious eyes, ye Zimo heart some was pulled up, secretly surging with even his own can not understand the expectations: "en?"

"You Voyeur

Zhang Fengyi looks at Ye Zimo coming back to the office with a black face. He sighs in his heart. As long as ye Zimo knows that Xia Yihan is ill, he will go back.

"Do your part." Ye Zimo dials the phone and opens his mouth coldly. Zhang Fengyi wipes the sweat on his forehead and doesn't think that this man can use Xia Yihan 100% well, but it doesn't mean that he can tolerate other people.

"Mr. Ye? How is Miss Xia Wang Ren's voice was light.

"Are you in a good mood?" Ye Zimo asked.

"Cough, I'm sorry, I didn't cover up my state. Can I do it again?" Wang Ren thought of Ye Zimo's dark face and made a silent gesture to the subordinates who were waiting for the meeting on Monday, and raised his spirit to deal with Ye Zimo.

"Come to my house in half an hour." Ye Zimo ordered that he wanted to hang up the phone. Wang rengua said: "no, I heard that people from the capital have to check. You know, private hospitals always depend on the relationship." Wang Ren listened to the long breath on the phone and began to regret his impulse.

Ye Zimo put the phone aside and dialed another phone, "Bai Ju, I'm Ye Zimo. I heard that you are going to inspect today. En, it's like this..."

A minute later, Wang Ren was shocked by the sound of the phone again, "no one will come to you in the next month, you still have 25 minutes."

Pop! The voice of the phone down let Wang Ren a Zheng, ye Zimo this man, the power has been so big.

Xia Yihan suddenly wakes up, the pillow in hand still retains the residual temperature. The door is open, and there is a faint light coming in. Xia Yihan feels uncomfortable in his throat. He gets out of bed and opens the door to get water.

The living room under the stairs lights up, deliberately lowering the voice of conversation, vaguely hearing his name, Xia Yihan stops and sticks it in the corner.

"There are many such cases, through hypnosis crimes, such as the famous Heidelberg hypnosis, where doctors use deep hypnosis to make a woman kill her husband and commit suicide six times in a row. And every time a woman commits suicide, she forgets what she has done, and she relies heavily on doctors. Miss Xia's hypnosis is similar to this case. ""You mean Yi Han is suicidal." Ye Zimo looked at Wang Ren with his eyes, as if he nodded and immediately twisted his neck.

The coffee in the mouth is difficult to enter even under Ye Zimo's gaze. Wang Ren shrugs: "I'm just talking about Miss Xia's illness. After all, Kiu's instruction only makes Miss Xia Yihan fall in love with Mr. Xu Haoran, which does no harm to their bodies."

They are still speaking in a low voice. Xia Yihan can't hear them clearly. Occasionally, a few syllables enter his ears. Xia Yihan vaguely feels that what they are discussing has something to do with him. After a few steps, ye Zimo's voice clearly floats into his ears.

"Xu Haoran has been taken in by me. Xia Yihan can't come out one day without recovery." Ye Zimo's words make Xia Yihan's head stunned, leaving only three words of Xu Haoran echoing.

"You are so cruel." Wang Ren shrugged his shoulders and cast his eyes through the shadow of Ye Zimo on the stairway. Xia Yihan covers his mouth and tries not to make a sound.

After the clear sound of closing the door, the shoes trample on the floor to make a percussion sound. Xia Yihan wants to escape before ye Zimo comes, pretending not to know, and his feet can't move in any case.

The dim light pulls Ye Zimo's figure for a long time. Looking down at Xia Yihan, ye Zimo reaches out his hand and gently catches each other's tears. He sends them to his mouth to feel the bitter taste.

"Xia Yihan." Ye Zimo hoarse voice line, raise Xia Yihan's jaw: "don't shed tears for anyone."

"Ye Zimo, let Xu Haoran go!" Xia Yihan feels that his heart is very strange. When he reads "Ye Zimo", his heart beats like a thunder drum, but when he reads "Xu Haoran", his mood is flat and not full of waves.

Xia Yihan has no time to think deeply about his inner changes, only an old voice constantly reminds himself in the strange rhythm of constant percussion: "Xu Haoran, go to find Xu Haoran."

"Are you sure you want to do this?"

Xia Yihan pulls Ye Zimo's sleeve and nods to save Xu Haoran. He must save Xu Haoran.

"Good." Ye Zimo pulls Xia Yihan to the bathroom, opens his arms, and shows Xia Yihan to undress.

Xia Yihan was stunned and familiar. A man's teasing and deep kisses in the bathroom are rewound like a movie.

Ye Zimo once pulled Xia Yihan and sprayed warm breath in each other's ears: "do you want me to tell you how to be a servant? Have I spoiled you so long that I don't even know how to undress my master? "

A pair of small hands on Ye Zimo's knotted bathrobe tremblingly, but they haven't untied it several times. Xia Yihan just tries to tear it. Ye Zimo opens his arms and looks at Xia Yihan's movements.

Xia Yihan clearly knows that she wants to meet the governor here for Mo Xiaojun. She falls in love with Xu Haoran, but is forcibly occupied by Ye Zimo. Now she comes to humiliate herself.

There seems to be a voice in the brain refuting his own ideas, trying to reveal the truth, but always separated by a layer of gray clouds, let Xia Yihan see not really, come back to God, there is only slight water vapor on the water.

can accommodate five people in the big bathtub without Ye Zimo's voice, and the white foam has no fluctuation. Xia Yi Han wears a white bathrobe and waits for Ye Zimo as before.

Quiet space, no fluctuation of water marks. "Ye Zimo?" Xia Yihan called softly.

No one answered. Xia Yihan came closer: "Ye Zimo, are you ok?"

Great panic enveloped Xia Yihan, "Ye Zimo!" Kneeling on the slippery floor, Xia Yihan reaches for the bath.

The huge sound of breaking water, ye Zimo stretched out his hand to pull Xia Yihan down, moist eyebrows fixed looking at each other, low voice with fatal temptation: "Xia Yihan, just what do you feel?"

The wet shirt pasted on Xia Yihan. After the great panic, he was at a loss. Xia Yihan was stunned and said, "what do you say?"

Ye Zimo is close to Xia Yihan, and his strong body encircles his petite body. "I said, do you think of me when I die?"

"Poop, poop, poop." I don't know whose heartbeat is constantly attacking. Xia Yihan escapes quickly and hides in a safe corner without responding or defending.

In the morning, Xia Yihan opens his face blankly, quietly arranges his clothes and gets out of bed. Ye Zimo's voice rang out coldly: "where to go?"

"Can a servant sleep in his master's room?" Xia Yihan mocks himself.

Ye Zimo got up and dressed, trying not to touch the topic that could ignite his anger: "then you should be the servant who tries to climb to the master's bed and sacrifice yourself."

Xia Yihan stares at Ye Zimo fiercely, gently pushes aside the bangs, and quietly walks to the bed to fold the quilt. "You don't have to do that."

Ye Zimo opens Xia Yihan, picks up the quilt and throws it aside. "Then what do I do?" Xia Yihan stubbornly keeps a distance from each other.

"Since you want to do the work so much, I'll help you!"