Chapter 227

And let her go. She deserves to be misunderstood all the time.

I know to believe Jiang Qixing, but I don't know to believe her!

Well, she knows all the truth, and there's no question mark on the names of man and Su Meining.

Next, it's time to learn something from these two women. Ying Hannian knocked out a cigarette from the cigarette box and put it between his thin lips. He took out a lighter to light a fire, but he couldn't do it. He frowned and threw out the lighter. He vomited a cigarette. He came down from his desk, went to the French window and lifted it

Pull up the curtains.

The little lights in the yard are full of warm yellow.

The night was dim.

Outside the wall, a small figure was walking back and forth with his head down. He didn't mean to leave.

Ying Hannian is even more upset with her cigarette. What else does she want?

Do you have to hook him up again?

Ying Hannian's hand suddenly clenched the curtain, with clear phalanx and blue blood.

The people at the bottom were probably tired of walking back and forth. They leaned against the wall and continued to wait, revealing half of the figure. The light reflected her dark hair more densely.

"Brother Han."

Jiang Qixing enters the study.

"That's what you do? I haven't driven them away yet? "

Should cold year looking at outside cold ground opening, the curve of side face is taut.

"Then I'll go and get rid of them now."

Jiang Qixing turned around, and behind him came Ying Hannian's unhappy voice, "OK, she loves to wait. Let her wait. I have something to say to you."

Ying Hannian put down the curtain, sat down at his desk and said, "what's the situation like in the third room?"

Jiang Qixing was stunned, "brother Han, you just asked about this."

Did you ask?

Ying Hannian's eyes sank and he pressed his eyebrows. His voice became very low. "Wrong, I want to say that Sanfang has been trying to attract me recently. What do you think?"

Jiang Qixing blinked, "brother Han..."

"Why, I just asked?" He remembers he didn't ask.

"No Jiang Qixing said, "we discussed this yesterday. The second room won't let the third room succeed. There must be some action. Isn't the light all over the yard the best proof?"

“……”

Ying Hannian's face is completely gloomy, and he stares at him coldly.

“……”

Jiang Qixing silently lowered his head.

Ying Hannian glared at him and said, "do you think I have a bad memory now?"

"Brother Han, do you want to see Miss Lin?" Jiang Qixing stood there, looking at the floor curtain and picking it out in a low voice.

"Go away!"

Ying Hannian grabs the penholder in front of him and smashes it on the ground in front of Jiang Qixing, with the anger of being poked.

"Brother Han..."

"It's none of my business for her to stay outside until dawn. I'll talk to her again. I'll tell her my last name!"

Ying Hannian was so annoyed that he roared out. From s city to Imperial City, he was dominated, used and hurt by her for a long time. If he fell down again, he would die.

He took out a cigarette again and put it in his mouth. "Is there a fire?" Jiang Qixing silently took out the lighter, put on the fire and went forward to light it for the cold year. A faint smell of tobacco spread in the room, and the smoke filled his handsome and evil face. He took a deep breath, took off the smoke, and breathed a breath from his thin lips

There's a wisp of smoke.

"Brother Han, mu Xianguang has just sent you a lot of work. Do you want to deal with it?" Jiang Qixing asked.

Smell speech, should cold year disdain ground cold hum a, "this two young masters, wish to let me wipe for him even buttocks!"

Everything is set for him to do.

It's doomed to be nothing.

Well, it's not so boring to do something.

"Bring it. I'll take care of it." Cold tunnel in cold year.

"Yes, brother Han."

Jiang Qixing answered.

Facts have proved that when a person is upset, doing business is the most effective way to calm down.

Mu Xianguang throws a lot of work to him, and should deal with it one by one in the cold year. Time passes quietly, and there are several cigarette butts in the ashtray in front of him.

Unconsciously, the light was on all night.When he dozed off, Ying Hannian subconsciously went to touch the cigarette again, and his eyes fell to the lower right corner of the computer screen. It was four o'clock in the morning when he looked at it.

It's four o'clock?

Ying Hannian immediately stood up, turned off the light and opened the curtain. He saw that the light in the courtyard had gone out. The morning of the imperial city was early, and the whole world was covered with grey light. There was no shadow outside the wall.

Oh.

Also a pair of can't wait for him not to leave appearance, hypocritical woman!

Ying Hannian pursed his thin lips and was about to put down the curtain when he saw a car parked on the roadside in the distance. It had not left since last night. He was stunned, and then there was a figure leaning out of the wall pillar. It seemed that she squatted on the ground with her back to him and fell asleep. Just when he thought she was going to fall to the ground, she suddenly raised her head again, as if

I had to wake up suddenly.

She squatted there, plucked her long hair, turned her head and looked in.

Should cold years want to do not want to put down the curtain, side stand to one side, breathing are smaller.

“……”

Lin Yi squatted on the wall, looking at the tightly sealed villa room, some helpless, really did not come out to see her all night.

My legs are numb.

Lin Yi rubbed her bleary eyes and looked at the shining horizon. It's time for Jiang Rao to wake up soon. She has to make some breakfast suitable for abortion.

Misunderstanding... Let's talk about it next time.

She waited out all night. She was sincere.

Lin Yi knocked her legs and stood up. She looked up at the beautiful villa and went to the car.

In the quiet morning, I suddenly think of the sound of the car engine. Ying Hannian's eyes stagnated. He quickly opened the curtain and watched the small car go away. In less than ten seconds, it disappeared in his sight.

“……”

Damn it!

Ying Hannian kicks to the French window, forgetting that he is wearing a pair of slippers, toes... What a pain