Chapter 92.1

He Jiao frowned and said in disgust: "at this moment, how can this high-level building be so disgusting?"

"Ma Dao said that he was contacted by a middleman, and he didn't know who the specific high level was." Ye leisurely pause, "he also said, if you can use the relationship to check, maybe there is a way to leave her."

He Jiao thought, "I can only ask, not necessarily find out, since it is not directly required by the high-level, certainly do not want people to only know, it is difficult to investigate him."

Ye Youran nodded, "as long as possible, try, in case you can really help her, I will feel better."

"Does Mr. Li know?" He Jiao asked.

Ye Youran nodded, "I talked to him, but he didn't know who it was. I was also wondering if he could help settle this matter."

"What are your plans?"

"Xiuming will come to visit the team tomorrow, and I will introduce them to each other. The rest of them can only be seen again. I think Xiuming is very powerful, but if the other party is a giant like Yin Zihan, he may not be able to help." Ye leisurely some have no bottom spirit of say.

He Jiao patted Ye leisurely's shoulder, "don't think so much, first try, tomorrow I go to the company to start investigating and handling this matter, right, what's her name?"

"Chen Qingwen, listening to Chen, Qingwen in a dream of Red Mansions."

He Jiao nodded, "OK, I see."

In the dead of night, Li Xiuming is sitting in front of his desk. A desk lamp is flashing soft warm light, which makes the small desk mysterious and quiet. In front of Li Xiuming's face is a gift from ye Youran, and beside it is a hand knife.

Li Xiuming looked at the gift himself. It was rectangular, three or four centimeters thick. There was no box in it, but it was very hard. The beautiful colored yellow wrapping paper was glued with glue without any trace. A row of beautiful Hefeng adhesive tape was pasted on the seal, and some nice little stickers were pasted on the front. They were randomly placed on the paper. An orange red ribbon tied the gift, Helped with the beautiful bow.

Li Xiuming took a closer look and could smell the faint fragrance. It should be that ye Ran Ran perfume on it. He was really careful. Li Xiuming smiled and gently untied the ribbon.

Pick up the hand knife, slowly cut the wrapping paper, the process is careful, as if a doctor is cutting the patient's skin, like a solemn ceremony, Li Xiuming nervous swallow saliva.

After opening the package, a beautiful hand-made photo frame came into view. Li Xiuming was surprised. He didn't expect that it was such a gift, and he didn't expect that ye Youran made it so exquisite and beautiful.

Li Xiuming took the photo frame to his hand and looked at it for a while. Then he picked up the photo on his desk which was inserted in another photo frame. He carefully put it into the photo frame. The size of the photo was completely right!

Li Xiuming smiles in surprise and shakes his head. Unexpectedly, ye Youran has such a heart. Just when Li Xiuming wants to put the photo frame back in place, he catches a glimpse of something in the wrapping paper.

Li Juanxiu took out a small envelope and put it down again

"I'm very sorry because I accidentally broke your precious photo frame. In order to make up for my fault, I've made up for it. Of course, it's not as perfect as your photo frame, but it's a piece of my heart. I hope you like it."

Li Xiuming read here, ye leisurely respectful appearance emerged in my mind, his mouth unconsciously rose.

"Muxin once said," when it comes to remembering things, they are as true as they are false. " However, it is always good to have memories. The existence of the past always inspires us to move on. I hope you can continue to live your life happily with the smile of the people in the photos. Ye leisurely up

Li Xiuming slowly put down the letter, looked at her mother's bright smile in the photo, reached out and touched her mother's face in the photo, murmured: "you too, do you hope so?"

With that, Li Xiuming lowered his head, laughed, and began to cry again. First, he sobbed in a low voice, and then burst into tears. It was like years of repressive emotion, and the strength he had tried to build collapsed in an instant.

What follows is endless grievance, hesitation and helplessness, as well as endless yearning. Li Xiuming looks at ye Youran's letter again and again, until his eyes are blurred by tears and the back of his hand is wet.

Everything seems to be unimportant, and it seems to have been cured. Ye leisurely's words are like a breeze caressing Li Xiuming's wound, and like timely charcoal fire in the snow, warming his almost frozen heart.

The sky has turned white. When Wei Yi returns to Ling Yixue's ward, she can't help clenching her fists when she sees her swollen eyes and tired sleeping face.

Wei Yi steps forward, gently covers the quilt for Ling Yixue, and takes away the mobile phone in her hand. She doesn't need to think about what happened, but she sighs helplessly and looks at Ling Yixue's face with tears on her cheek. "Is it really worth crying for him like this?"

Wei Yi feels very uncomfortable. She sits beside the bed and closes her eyes to have a rest. Ling Yixue slowly opens her eyes on the bed. Looking at Wei Yi with her eyes closed, tears come out of her eyes again.In the crew, ye Youran finally finished the last night play, and the sky turned white. Everyone said goodbye to each other and said "hard work." And so on, the end of exhaustion.

Ye Youran and he Jiao are sitting in the car. They are so tired that they want to sleep right away.