Chapter 1201

If she wants to choose someone to hate between Tang Zhi and him, it must be him. It is he who brings her into the world, breaks her peaceful life, and holds her up in the sky, but falls her down!

She hates him!

The sharp fingernails hidden behind his back stabbed into the palm. Even if he was prepared psychologically, at the moment when he faced it head-on, Ye Ling's heart set off a storm.

Ling'er, when the baby is born, we will get married! ]

[happy birthday! At eight o'clock in the evening, romance western restaurant, No. 10 Rose House, give you a surprise ～]

[we bet, even if she has your children! If you really pick this "poisonous rose", it will count! My goddess vodka, my haidongqing, my one million ～

[you don't want her to admit her love and kiss you for three minutes in public tonight, right? [is it yunxiyi's phone number? [she's pregnant, but we bet on her! If she knows Hao's hypocrisy to her, we have other purposes for her. Today's party is still because of gambling ]

[next week is your birthday. I've organized a small party for you. It's quiet. Then, we'll celebrate together? ]

[happy birthday ~]

The past is vividly in my mind. The hatred in Ye Ling's heart is just like the zongzi wrapped layer by layer. It's getting bigger and thicker, and it's shouting for explosion in his heart.

On the other side, Lu Yanhao was in the same surging excitement, but in a completely different mood.

The figure in the dream is clearly outlined in front of his eyes, but he is also excited and inexplicable in the dream. For a long time, neither of them spoke. Lu Yanhao's chest heaved violently, his eyes were red, and he dared not loosen at all against her strength. His hands were also shaking obviously:

"spirit Ling er? "

A title, as if exhausted his whole body's strength, that kind of lost and recovered complex mood, at this moment, any words are insufficient to express.

The familiar sound, however, is like a sharp knife stuck in Ye Ling's heart. It hurts deeply. In a moment, it hurts her to return to her spirit, and her hatred in her heart also flickers away.

Lu Yanhao didn't know that Ye Ling's real name was long Yue and her small name was ling'er, because his father had the right to be powerful, derailed and raised Xiao San. Her mother was injured. On the way to find him, she had a car accident and died. But before long, my father married Xiao San. Because of this, she hated her father, the dragon family, a surname that can walk horizontally in many places, and even took it as a shame.

Even if her father scolds her for being unfilial, uneducated, and trying to cut off her living expenses, she insists on changing her name to "Ye Ling". She follows her mother. All the beautiful memories in her memory are given by her mother! Her life, from the use of this name, has nothing to do with that family!

Ye Ling's life, though lonely, monotonous and even poor, is full of happiness.

It was he who beat her back to the prototype, ruined her life, and even forced her to ask for help from her cousin and go back to the dragon's house to bear all these situations.

She hates him! Hate him!

Four eyes are opposite, but two people are in two mood.

"What is Lu Shao doing?"

Low and strange voice, like a ladle of cold water splashed down, the hands of a meal, thick palm belly also stopped a millimeter away from her delicate face, eyes meet again, reflexively, Lu Yanhao suddenly pulled away from the body, a spirited, even a step back.

Looking up and down, Lu Yanhao's eyes clearly flashed a few threads of confusion and surprise: the same face, familiar breath, familiar feeling.

But -

Lu Yanhao's eyes fell on the woman in front of him. Lu Yanhao was obviously confused for a moment:

at this time, Ye Ling was in a standard professional white-collar dress, a Black Slim skirt matched with a white slim lace top, and a black suit was covered outside, showing a pair of straight and long legs, and a pair of sexy black pointy high heels on his feet Shoes and hair are half folded. Although there are a few strands of hair flowing, it can be seen that the hair is long. A pair of small diamond bow earrings are also worn on the ears. The overall collocation is more concise and fashionable, totally contrary to his memory.

, but as like as two peas in a face,

half day, Lu Yan Hao's mouth is big.

At this time, lifting his hand, Ye Ling slowly tidied up the torn clothes. The fashionable bright red on his fingertips was quite conspicuous. The delicate makeup, elegant movements, charming posture, and the style revealed from his bones all had a mature and sophisticated charm. He was totally rebellious with Ye Ling, who used to be unfamiliar with the world and was not good at dealing with people.

Obviously, they are all in memory, but they are obviously different. In a flash, Lu Yanhao was a little confused about the situation and disordered in the wind. People's appearance can be changed, but the voice, her voice, like Ye Ling's tone, is obviously different. So, for a long time, he didn't say a word, because subconsciously, Lu Yanhao thought it was her, but the woman in front of him made him dare not rush forward.

Slowly tidy clothes, Ye Ling's eyes light in fact never left him, his hair should, also some let her hold.

But when she stopped, she smiled politely and walked around Lu Yanhao, who was stunned. When she pressed the key of the elevator, Ye Ling just stepped in, but was dragged out by others.

"It hurts! What is Lu Shao doing? "

He was dragged to one side again, turning his wrist, and Ye Ling's eyebrows were also unconsciously frowned.

"You know me? You're ling'er, you're my ling'er, aren't you? " With his waist buckled, Lu Yanhao was also a little excited.

Before the chaotic thoughts could be cleared up, a giggle came: "Lu shaoke can really talk and laugh"

bows his head to cover the injury that twinkles at the bottom of his eyes, raises her eyes, and ye Lingjiao's soft hands are hooked to Lu Yanhao's neckline with obvious slight gesture:

"four famous young people in Qingcheng, who don't know who is Lu Shao's famous? Is it strange that I know you? Ling er? "

Ponderously low whisper, Ye Ling also deliberately raised eyes straight into his eyes: "is Lu Shao's sweetheart?"

The eyes are motionless, as if after a century.

There are some uncontrollable disorganization in his heart. He looks away. Ye Ling approaches him a little bit:

"my name is Longyue, and my name is Xinyan! I'm a dubber! Many people like to call me ling'er or ling'er. They all say that my voice is very ethereal. Some people also say that my voice is "very special". If Lu Shao likes it, I don't mind being your ling'er! "