Chapter 105

But what about them? Fu Fengyi's appearance seems to be extremely concerned about the lost child. If she knew that the lost child had died, would she be more miserable? Is it hard for him to accept the fact that his younger brother has passed away?

Xia Yihan's heart is suddenly torn hard, she wants to Tell ye Zimo, let him investigate, to confirm, but she is afraid.

Towards Ye Zimo, her steps seem to be heavy.

Finally, she stopped in front of him, and she reported to him in a low voice: "Madam asked me if those photos were Mo Xiaojun, and I said no."

"What else did she say?" Ye Zimo asked her.

Xia Yihan shakes his head: "did not say, she only said she was very tired, asked me to come out."

Ye Zimo, forgive me for lying to you. I'm really afraid. I really don't want to say it. I'm afraid this is not the result you want to see.

"I see. Go back to your room."

"Well." Xia Yihan just walked two steps, ye Zimo suddenly pulled her arm and put her arm around her.

I didn't say anything. I just hugged her for dozens of seconds and then let her go.

At that moment, there was no language between the two people, but Xia Yihan felt that his heart was actually very painful.

Ye Zimo, are you suffering for your brother?

At this moment, she suddenly understood why Ye Zimo wanted to make a fake photo of Mo Xiaojun. I'm afraid he also had a feeling that Mo Xiaojun might really be his brother.

She recalled that afternoon, he looked at the photos of Mo Xiaojun, and felt that her conjecture was correct.

Ye Zimo turns and enters his mother's room. Xia Yihan is stunned for a while and returns to his room.

When Mo Xiaonong saw her sister back, she was not as angry as at the beginning. She said with a smile: "elder sister, did brother Zimo go to find you? He came here to see you just now, and I told him that you always dream of him in the evening, and let him treat you well. "

For Mo Xiaonong's sudden change, Xia Yihan doesn't pay special attention to it. It is the problem of Mo Xiaojun's life experience that distracts her attention. She can only think about this one thing in her mind now.

As the night gets deeper, Mo Xiaonong is already asleep. Xia Yihan is still thinking about the photo.

They have discussed her and Xiaojun's origins many times.

Mo Xiaojun always said that he was not abandoned by his parents. It's strange that according to the staff of the orphanage, Mo Xiaojun should have been in the orphanage when he was more than two years old. A child of that age had no memory at that time, but he was miraculously aware that he was not abandoned.

But he didn't remember the names of his parents or where his home was. He couldn't tell.

"Xiaojun, do you want to see your parents?" Xia Yihan once asked him this.

"Yes, I always dream about them, but I can't see what they look like. But I'm sure they love me

Xia Yihan thinks about Mo Xiaojun's words repeatedly. She thinks that finding his parents and family is one of Mo Xiaojun's greatest wishes in his life.

She can't let him have this regret, even if ye Zimo doesn't let them know that Xiaojun is really their family's child, at least she needs to know.

In this way, when she goes to Xiaojun's tomb, she can tell him in person that she has helped him find his parents.

Thinking of this, she got up from the bed and walked out of the door lightly. She knocked on Ye Zimo's door for the first time in the evening.

This evening Ye Zimo accompanied Fu Fengyi, lying on the sofa at the end of her bed, listening to her movement.

He was worried that Fu Fengyi was suddenly ill as she had been several times before. He could take care of her at any time when he was by her side.

Fu Fengyi didn't sleep all the time. She couldn't sleep when she recalled Ye Zihan.

"Mo'er, you go back to your room to sleep. I can't sleep even more when you are here." Over and over again, Fu Fengyi still opened her mouth to drive Ye Zimo out.

"Let me be with you, Ma."

"You want me to stay up all night?" Fu Fengyi seems to be angry.

In fact, she just doesn't want her son to accompany her to open her eyes to see the dawn. Many times, a person's pain is not accompanied by someone can be good. She just wants to be alone in a space and think about the past.

"I'm afraid you're not feeling well. Let me stay with you."

"Silly child, can you stop my discomfort here? It's OK. Mom promises that she won't get sick tonight. She's not at ease if you sleep here. Go back to your own room, and if mom doesn't feel well, she'll call you Fu Fengyi said lovingly.

She is really glad that her son loves herself so much.

"Don't bear it yourself. Call me whenever you feel bad. This phone can be dialed to my room by pressing 1, and I will be there immediately

At that time, he was in order to take care of his mother, so that she could find him. Her bedside telephone and his bedside telephone were set up with speed dial. In this way, even if the mother is not comfortable in the middle of the night, it is very easy to find him.

"Well, mom, remember, go ahead."

Ye Zimo came out of his mother's room with some pain in his head. He raised his hand and rubbed his temple, and walked in the direction of his own room.Xia Yihan knocked on Ye Zimo's door and didn't hear the response. The impulse to ask him exactly also slowly faded away.

She was just about to leave, turned around and saw Ye Zimo coming towards her.

His tall figure is always so tall and straight, as if full of strength, but this moment seems to be full of fatigue. She fixed her eyes and found that he was kneading his temples. She thought it was the matter of Mo Xiaojun that made him very uncomfortable. Unconsciously, she felt some heartache.

Ye Zimo also saw her, that small figure, why did not sleep in the middle of the night, ran to his door?

No matter what she came to do, there seemed to be a trace of comfort in his heart when he saw her.

He stepped up to her and whispered, "come in with me."

Xia Yihan follows him silently and helps him close the door. At this time, ye Zimo was still wearing the shirt and trousers that he wore when he went out to the meeting today. After entering the room, he stretched out his hand to loosen his tie and sat down on the bed.

"Come here!" He called Xia Yihan, the same command, this time the voice is not loud, just as she can hear.

She obediently walked up to him, his knees apart, his arms around her waist, his head resting on her soft body.

There was no further movement, he just leaned gently.

Feeling his speechless mood, also some heartache for him, Xia Yihan's hand gently inserted into his hair, rubbing on his scalp.

This silent comfort is very comfortable, ye Zimo closed his eyes and put his arm around her waist.

Xia Yihan kneaded him patiently for a long time. He always closed his eyes, did not move or speak, as if he were asleep.

"Why do you think of me?" It was a long time before he asked her softly.

The matter of Mo Xiaojun has made Ye Zimo such a headache. She doesn't want to add trouble to him at this time.

She thought that she was by his side every day, and it would be better to ask him a more suitable opportunity in the future.

Xia Yihan did not speak, ye Zimo suddenly pulled her, and she sat down on his lap.

"Miss me?" He asked, looking her straight in the eye.

Xia Yihan is not good at lying. She doesn't know how to explain that she came to him in the middle of the night. Just when he gave her the reason, she nodded according to his meaning.

"Little thing!" He sighed and kissed her lip.

This time, she felt his affection. The kiss was very light and light, not rough at all. It seems that he really cares about her and is afraid to hurt her.

Xia Yihan was kissing by him, and his heart became more and more chaotic. She felt that she would be lost if he kisses her again.

She thought his kisses would always be associated with desire, but not this time. After a while he let her go.

"Sleep in my bed tonight and I'll take a shower."

It's hard for him to tell her what he's going to do. It's not easy for them to get along so harmoniously.

She also hoped that they would be able to do so, even if they could not be as intimate as normal couples, at least they would like to maintain a mutual respect like this.

As long as he had that idea, she was obliged to cooperate, so he asked her to stay in his bed for the night, and she had to listen to him.

"Well, can I help you?" She asked.

"If you help, maybe it's not just a bath. Do you want to go? " He asked some evil questions with a faint smile on his lips.

Xia Yihan blushed and shook his head.

"You go, I I'm still, not going. " Afraid of his anger, she refused in a very low voice.

He was always worried about Fu Fengyi. He didn't want to wash any mandarin duck bath, so he didn't embarrass her.

He went to the closet to get his nightgown. Ye Zimo went to the bathroom in his room and took a hot bath. He came back soon.

This morning, Xia Yihan has just been in love with him, and at noon he seems to be with He Wen So Xia Yihan really didn't want to have anything with him this evening.

But it was not something she could do. She climbed into his bed and lay there quietly waiting.

When she heard that he was back, she was a little nervous. She hugged her knee subconsciously, as if she could hide, and he could not see.

Ye Zimo just glanced at the bed and asked her, "it's autumn. Isn't it cool to sleep without a quilt?"

Xia Yihan is a little confused, so he let her sleep?

"Cool, it's a little cool." She promised, quickly pulled over the quilt cover on the body, like wrapped dumplings wrapped tightly.

This action makes Ye Zimo's lips bend, and then he sits down at his computer desk, turns on his desktop computer and handles his work.

Xia Yihan always thinks that he only has a simple desire for her, but he can't imagine that even if he doesn't intend to do anything to her, he wants her to stay with him and sleep. This cognition, let her heart have a kind of complex taste, she dare not think about it, close her eyes and force herself to sleep.

Maybe these days he tossed too much, she closed her eyes for a while, still feel really sleepy.

I fell asleep, as if I heard the sound of opening the door and closing the door.