C102

He loved her so thoroughly that he didn't know how to give her more. His black hair was loose on the pale pink pillow towel. It was as smooth as a brocade

What is love? Love is not the simple explanation of biology, the reaction triggered by adrenaline, it is the longing that comes with the beginning of the world, it is the source that keeps us alive and will not disappear forever.

Not far away on the beach, a barefoot figure was quietly sitting there. Under the moonlight, his silver hair was shining with an unsightly light, and he was very quiet. He was like a statue that was frozen here for a thousand years, the soft lines on his face made him seem slightly blurry.

The water kissed the sand in front of his feet again and again, but not once did it kiss his feet as it wished.

His gaze was fixed on the distant surface of the sea, as if the night was much quieter and more ordinary.

He liked the stormy sea. It was a spectacular sight that he could enjoy.

Another figure slowly walked over. He walked leisurely with his hands in his pockets, as if he was reluctant to leave the beach. As he took another step, the distance between them was less than a hundred meters.

"I never would have thought that it would be you. However, it can't be anyone else because they are all busy." Erdogan smiled and turned his head, deliberately lengthening the last word with a hint of charm.

Seeing Han Yong's cold face, Earl's Dutton didn't mind and turned his head to look at the sea, "Do you want to sit for a while?"

Han Yong felt a chill run down his spine. Two men were sitting side by side, admiring the moon and listening to the waves. He suddenly thought back to that night when Mo Xiaoxiao lived in his house.

If she saw them together now, she must have been thinking again.

Er Duoteng felt Han Yong struggle a bit, but in the end he still sat down by his side. Although he didn't clearly see the mysterious man Xiao Menghan who lived in the villa, his occasionally blurry appearance allowed Earl Duoteng to guess that the other party was a pretty boy who wasn't too far off from him.

Towards Han Yong, Earl Dorton was still very confident as he asked, "Is Little Snow living there well?"

"If you're worried, bring them back tomorrow."

"Do you always talk like this? "No wonder a woman would avoid him if she saw him."

"Their paths are different, and they are completely unrelated to each other." Han Yong paused for a moment before continuing, "Even though the sea is wider, it still can't cover all of the ground."

"Why does it have to cover all the ground? It's so tiring, isn't it? It's good to be on one's territory enjoying the ebb and flow of the tides and tides, watching the succession of dynasties on land." After saying that, he crossed his hands behind his head, leaned back, and just laid there casually.

His knees were still bent, but there was a hint of seduction in them.

Han Yong didn't seem to see this action. He was just testing the waters and didn't expect that Er Duotan would directly reveal his identity. This island belonged to Er Duoteng, and his private island even the fishermen on the island only had a single breath of air, but was this the only island? Han Yong felt that Er Duoteng's identity was more than this.

"Are you interested in me?" Er Duoteng's gaze immediately met Han Yong's as he sized him up. He smiled, a smile that was extremely bewitching.

Even Han Yong, who was used to seeing all sorts of handsome men and beautiful women, still felt his heart tremble. His gaze was slightly embarrassed as he left.

"Hahaha, you are even more shy than that Silent Red. When I hugged her, she had such a cute blush on her face."

Han Yong pretended as if he didn't hear Erdogan's flattery. He knew that the other party was trying to provoke him, causing him to lose his composure. He had to keep his guard up.

The waves rolled, and at last, with an unstoppable momentum, a wave from the distance rolled over Erdogan's toes.

"It's so cold." The next second, he leaped into the air and simultaneously attacked Han Yong. His leg was aimed at Han Yong's shoulder.

Han Yong was in a daze as he searched his memories for the scene of Silent Xiao Ri blushing when he suddenly encountered Er Duoteng. His figure staggered as his face wiped away the waves, barely managing to stabilize himself.

Feeling the incoming gale, Han Yong's body quickly bent to the side, and he used one hand to prop himself up on the beach. In the next second, his body leaped up and firmly stood in the next wave that was rushing towards the shore.

"Hahaha, I finally managed to kick him into the sea tonight. It's so satisfying, I can sleep well now." With a carefree smile, Er Duoteng waved at Han Yong, "Then, Mister Han, good night. Tomorrow, I'll carry you back to Snowy as you say."

Erdonton was in a good mood, because from Han Yong's words, he speculated that Snowy was already well and that he could take over the rest of the work.

Han Yong didn't follow to stop Er Duoteng. He lowered his head to look at the seawater beneath his feet. It turned out that the seawater at night was really cold.

The next morning, Xiao Meng Han left without sleeping for the whole night. He just watched as she slept, and the image of her face was deeply engraved in his heart. Looking at her tranquil face, Xiao Meng Han's heart was softer than ever, and she was even more reluctant to leave.

The baby only moved in the early hours of the morning. It seemed to feel Xiao Menghan about to leave, so it turned around and fell asleep. Its big belly bulged out a few times, then slowly fell back down.

Before Xiao Meng Han left, she used her finger to point at the bulging spot and the area quickly calmed down. Not long later, other areas bulged out again and he was guessing which one was the bulging one.

Han Yong only found out about Xiao Menghan's decision to return to find Doctor Miao before he left.

"Meng Han, have you really decided? Shall I go back with you? "

"This won't do. You know that the person I trust the most is you. I will be most at ease if Xiao Yan is handed to you. Han Yong, you know what Xiao Yan means to me." Xiao Meng Han's hand landed heavily on Han Yong's shoulder; she was an existence more important than his life.

Han Yong's hand gripped the big hand that Xiao Menghan had placed on his shoulder tightly as he nodded his head as he knew what was going on.

At the window of the villa, a figure stood there silently as he watched Han Yong drive off with Xiao Meng Han. They were going to take the plane, but Xiao Meng Han was afraid that the sound of the plane would wake up the sleeping Jing Xiaoxiao, causing the plane to stop a kilometer away and wait for him.

He could think of anything except that she was stronger than he had imagined, and he knew that she would never be a target to be protected.

Xiao Meng Han lowered her head and caressed her stomach. She left the room the next second. Xiao Meng Han must have left something for her in his room.

It was an album. All the photos were taken without her knowing. After her car accident, he had been carefully recording everything that happened to them.

Silent Xiao Ran slowly flipped through the photo albums as tears fell drop by drop onto the photos. She quickly wiped them away with her hands each time, but more and more tears fell in the end. She no longer knew whether she should wipe the photos or her face.