Chapter 185

When jijing'an pushes the door and enters, yeyufan is distracted.

Think of the past with chenzifeng or sweet or warm or sad and angry fragments, the mood is a little low.

In a trance for a moment, I didn't notice that I was tightly hugged by Han Yuanchuan in his arms, a little bird leaning posture.

Ji Jing'an was caught off guard when he came in. Ye Yufan only turned around to see him in time, but caught a glimpse of his expressionless face. He came to her and suddenly stretched out a long arm to quickly take her away from Han Yuanchuan's arms. His black eyes were cold and sneered, "your woman is outside. If you want to hold it out, don't covet me forever!"

Ye Yufan was stunned by his strong and domineering tone. In front of others, he said she was his person. It seems to be the first time.

There is no doubt that she is so overbearing. If she had just met him, she would have blown her hair long ago.

But at this moment, her heart was full of happiness covered by him from then on.

She didn't argue, but quietly nestled in jijing'an's wide chest. Her face was crimson and her eyebrows were smiling. She acquiesced to the meaning of his words.

Han Yuanchuan regained his mind and looked at the woman with a sweet and clear smile in Jing'an's arms. A steady smile appeared on Jun's face. "Jing'an, you misunderstood. I just see that Fanfan doesn't look very good, so I'm more concerned."

Han Yuanchuan spoke boldly with a dignified attitude, "you know, today is the day when Fanfan's former husband Chen Zifeng was buried. This will affect her mood more or less. I just comfort her as a friend. Of course, if you mind, I will keep a distance from Fanfan in the future."

"You'd better do what you say."

Ji Jingan's deep facial features were cold, lowered his eyes, swept his eyes, opened his eyes in his arms, looked back at him, and hoped that he would not be angry. Ye Yufan, pursed his thin lips, didn't say another word to Han Yuanchuan on the spot after all.

With Yufan at night, he will not embarrass Han Yuanchuan.

He knows that ye Yufan and Han Zhenzhen, Han Yuanchuan's sister, are close friends. They can often go in and out of Han's house at will, and have a good relationship with Han Yuanchuan.

Ye Yufan was even once regarded as a prospective grandmother by the Han family.

Han Yuanchuan also acquiesced in his love for ye Yufan.

But ye Yufan admitted that he only regarded Han Yuanchuan as his brother.

Therefore, Han Ye's marriage between the two families ran aground.

Thinking of this, jijing'an's dark eyebrows frowned tightly.

Under the guise of a childhood sweetheart, Han Yuanchuan actually has a plot against his woman, which is really annoying.

But I can't bear to let yeyufan get caught in the middle

Only slowly.

"Nothing is absolute! If one day you're sorry for Fanfan, I'm ready to take over." Han Yuanchuan took back his hand holding yeyufan's small shoulder and hung it on his side. He looked directly at jijing'an without any guilt. Instead, he talked gently and was elegant. "There are five minutes left from chenzifeng's body cremation. You talk. I'll see what procedures are needed."

Until he walked out of the narrow room, Han Yuanchuan's forced smile on his face converged little by little until he disappeared.

He lowered his head and fixed the long finger of his right hand, which had just held ye Yufan's shoulder. His eyes did not blink for a moment, as if he were staring at the most beloved woman deep in his heart.

The fingertips were slightly cool, as if there was still a faint fragrance of her body.

Yan Baixin stood where she was, swept Han Yuanchuan's back, brightened her eyes, swayed in high heels, and gently said, "Yuanchuan, how long will it take to go to the cemetery?"

Such a ghost place, gloomy.

The dead chenzifeng has nothing to do with her. If Han Yuanchuan didn't insist on coming, she should stay in a high-end restaurant to taste exquisite food at this time, rather than watching the dead in the crematorium.

"Impatient to wait?" Han Yuanchuan's handsome face suddenly flashed a strong shadow, and his voice was deliberately low, which contained some Yin and cold. "In fact, you can leave here right away. I don't need your company at all."

After hearing this, Yan Baixin was wronged and hurt. Her eyes turned red. She took a deep breath. Her face became distorted and ugly, but her voice was still gentle. "Yuanchuan, I won't go. I'll be where you are."

"Whatever you want!"

Han Yuanchuan was stuffy and short of breath. He raised his hand and pulled his tie a few times. His tall body turned back, "I'll go to the second floor."

"Yuanchuan, Chen Zifeng is not your one. Why waste too much energy?" Yan Baixin couldn't help muttering behind him, "leave everything to Mr. Ji and miss Ye. The atmosphere here is strange. I'm afraid. Can you stay with me?"

Han Yuanchuan has stepped on the stairs and steps, as if he hadn't heard of it, and stepped up without looking back.

Yan Baixin pinched the strap of her handbag and looked at his distant back with a livid face.

That figure, for her, was ruthless and unattainable.

Who commented on Han Yuanchuan, one of the four sons of Tongcheng, who is steady, generous and polite?

It's all media lies.

Having known him for so many years, Yan Baixin never got a good face from him. Politeness is polite, but it is always alienated and unfriendly.

He will be so cold to her, all because ye Yufan that shameless green tea bitch!

Yan Baixin's fingers worked hard, and her beautiful face was hideous.

In one side of the room, yeyufan is detained. Jing'an firmly holds her soft waist and stands by the only bed.

They are almost close to each other without any gap.

In the silent space, each other's breathing, wantonly intertwined, lingering and affectionate.

As soon as Han Yuanchuan left, ye Yufan looked up and smiled at Ji Jing'an. "Do you have something to ask me?"

She has always been very observant, especially when she deliberately observes this man.

When Han Yuanchuan was there just now, she found that Ji Jing'an glanced at the watch on her wrist. Her deep eyes condensed her and stopped talking.

"You're right." The man affirmed her cognition with a very appreciative tone. At the moment of bending down, slender fingers flashed over her white and transparent face, lowered his head and examined Chen Zifeng lying quietly on the white cloth. His thin lips lifted slightly, "cunning rabbits and three caves, not to mention people? With my understanding of Chen Zifeng, he should not be stupid enough to rush up to block bullets for others."

That's ridiculous.

Ye Yufan felt that his head was not enough. He stared at a man who was alarmist and looked stunned, "you mean, in fact, Chen Zifeng is not dead. Is this lying in bed false?"

"True can't be false, false can't be true." Ji Jingan's face was calm without waves, but the bottom of his eyes was sharp. He didn't know where to touch a pair of transparent thin gloves. After wearing them, he checked Chen Zifeng's face inch by inch, focused and serious.