Chapter 33

The unspeakable feeling is that I want to rush up because of concern, and stop because of my own existence. Ling Yixue closed her eyes painfully.

Li Xiuming, on the other side, looks at ye Youran, who is held in his arms by Ji Lun. His heart is filled with unspeakable anger. His fist is clenched tightly, and the knuckles on his hand are gurgling.

Almost for a while, Li Yiran felt that he had been holding his arm tightly for a long time?

"Is that the new girlfriend of the movie king?" Ling Yixue looked at two people's back, leisurely said, Li Xiuming looked down at the calm Ling Yixue, pursed his mouth, "maybe."

"How beautiful Ling Yixue's eyes brightened. She looked at Li Xiuming and said with a smile, "brother Ming, don't you think so?"

Seeing Ling Yixue's innocent expression, Li Xiuming put down his heart, touched her hair and said gently: "not as beautiful as you." Ling Yixue is satisfied with a smile, and immediately think of what look, seize Li Xiuming's hand, worried to say: "Oh, forget your hand, go, go to bandage, very painful?"

Li Xiuming shakes his head. It hurts more than his hands. The inexplicable discomfort in his heart makes him feel worse.

Ji Lun and ye Youran, who come out of the hotel, walk slowly to the parking lot. Ye Youran feels very embarrassed and doesn't know how to explain today's situation to Ji Lun. He keeps fiddling with his clothes.

Ye Youran felt that he had come out for a long time, and Li Xiuming should not see it, so he gently broke away from Ji Lun's arms, a little embarrassed, "that, thank you just now." Ye leisurely embarrassed to say, even dare not look up and Jilun.

Looking at Ye leisurely nervous appearance, Ji Lun gentle smile, "it doesn't matter." While saying, he raised his hand to touch her hair, but ye leisurely dodged. Jilun's hand stopped there awkwardly.

Ye leisurely lowered his head, eyes dodged, "if paparazzi photographed, it's not good, don't want to give elder martial brother trouble." Jilun embarrassed smile, "nothing, get in the car, take you back."

Ye Youran thinks about it. Except for Shi Jia and Li Xiuming, no one knows where he lives. No one knows that he is a star in that dilapidated and low residential building. It's even harder to explain if he is seen by his neighbors when he goes back.

If you recognize Jilun again, it's not good to make any more negative news. Besides, it was embarrassing for him to see that he lived in such a place.

Ye Youran pursed his mouth. "Sorry, elder martial brother, I suddenly thought that I had something else to do. I don't need you to send me. I can go by myself."

Just now, Ji agreed to drive, but she was embarrassed to keep a distance with her.

Looking at Jilun's car driving away, ye leisurely looked back at the hotel just now and walked slowly towards home. She couldn't get away with her eyes closed, because she used to walk around after dinner with Shijia.

As ye Youran walked, he began to recall that the pork dumplings at the street corner were very delicious. They were from Shandong Province. The landlady was warm and generous. The boss always put more dumplings for old customers.

The cashier of the drink shop across the road is a diligent college student. He not only works part-time here, but also tutors the children in the neighborhood. He is polite and polite, which means that there is always a trace of fatigue in his eyes that is not the same as his age.

Every time I go to a drink shop, ye Youran will be coquettish and ask for a sweet cone, while Shijia will refuse every time on the grounds that she is in good health and girls can't eat cold. Then she will buy one for her after all kinds of coquettish, and at the same time, she will pay for it and warn: "don't blame me for the stomachache."

Every time ye Youran had a stomachache, Shijia would bring tea and water to wash her feet for free, hold her, rub her stomach, and coax her into saying, "don't hurt me, aunt. I'm all to blame."

Think of these, ye leisurely heart some sad, cool evening wind blowing, ye leisurely smell a good smell, "good smell." After that, following the fragrance, ye leisurely and happily bought a bag of just fried chestnuts and ate them on the chair in the square.

Ye Youran peeled chestnuts and looked at the restaurant where he had just eaten. It's said that the hotel is owned by a rich second generation. It's the only luxury hotel in this remote residential area where the rich and the poor mingle.