Chapter 750

Maybe it's the tone of the other party that is not the same as usual. Xia Yihan can't help but look up and see the eyes of the other party looking at him. It's so warm and focused. It's like he only sees himself in the world.

"Every rose you plant is a thorn in my heart. Xia Yihan, I allow you to think of me before the garden is full." Ye Zimo can't help raising Xia Yihan's lip flap, and the wounded lip is bound to fit it again, until the bloody smell diffuses again.

"Ye Zimo, have you had enough?" Xia Yihan rubs his lips hard until he is about to break. Ye Zimo grabs Xia Yihan's arm to stop him from rubbing his lips. With some hatred, he says, "I really know where Xu Haoran is."

The temperature of Ye Zimo's palm makes Xia Yihan stunned. He looks at the place where they touch each other. He has a sense of inexplicable familiarity in his heart. Under the dark yellow light, he is familiar with the breathing, the hot dissociation and the close proximity.

Shake off all doubts and palpitations, Xia Yihan strong raises spirit to ask a way: "tell me."

Ye Zimo's fist in his pocket is shrinking and tightening. The woman who cares most is waiting for the news of another man in front of his eyes, but he can't do anything.

"If you want to know more, keep following." Ye Zimo left a word and walked forward in silence, never willing to speak again.

Strong and broken footstep sound one after another, ye Zimo stopped at a wooden door, pushed open the door and stood still and did not move any more.

Behind Xia Yihan also raised a curiosity, gently tiptoed to Ye Zimo shoulder, want to see the furnishings in the room.

Ye Zimo was just slightly sideways at this time, and saw Xia Yihan's playful appearance with his toes and neck stretching slightly, he couldn't help but smile: "even if I don't remember me, curiosity is still so heavy."

Xia Yihan's ears quickly spread its red, the lack of gas glared at Ye Zimo, escaped as if to open the pace, full of room blue, vivid dolphins on the wall covered the whole wall. The walls are full of photos of Xia Yihan and ye Zimo.

Ye Zimo's face is not good-looking. He finally asks Wang Ren how to treat Xia Yihan, but he tells himself that women are most likely to be moved by flowers and dolphin rooms full of photos of their lovers.

Ye Zimo pulls Xia Yihan's hand, but Xia Yihan is stunned and does not break free. His soft and delicate palm makes Ye Zimo feel like a cloudy day.

"This is what you look like when you are sleeping. This is our child ye nianmo. This is the photo of the report that you and I appeared together. Xia Yihan, how can you say you don't know me?"

Ye Zimo is a little excited. Looking at the smiling face in Xia Yihan's photos, he never disdains to seek comfort from the photos, but he finds that the photos can help him cheat himself when necessary.

"Ye Zimo!" Xia Yihan stares at the photos all over the wall and turns to look at Ye Zimo seriously and seriously.

With familiar emphasis and serious eyes, ye Zimo's heart was lifted up, and he was filled with expectations that he could not understand: "eh?"

"You Voyeur!"

Zhang Fengyi watched Ye Zimo return to the office with a black face, and sighed in his heart. As long as ye Zimo knew that Xia Yihan was ill, he would go back.

"Do your part." Ye Zimo dials the phone and starts to speak coldly. Zhang Fengyi wipes the cold sweat on his forehead and no longer thinks about it. This man can be 100% good to Xia Yihan, but it doesn't mean that he can tolerate others.

"Mr. Ye? How's Miss Xia? " Wang Ren's voice was brisk.

"Are you in a good mood?" Ye Zimo asked.

"Cough, I'm sorry, I didn't cover up my state. Can I do it again?" The silent face of four faces of Ye Zimo, who is waiting for the meeting, thinks of Ye Zimo's dark voice.

"Come to my house in half an hour." Ye Zimo ordered him to hang up the phone. Wang renqua called out: "no, I heard that people from above the capital need to check. You know, private hospitals always depend on the relationship." Wang Ren listened to the long breath in the phone and began to regret his impulse.

Ye Zimo put the phone to one side and dialed another, "white Bureau, I'm Ye Zimo. I heard that you're going to inspect today. Well, it's like this..."

A minute later, Wang Ren was shocked by the voice of the phone. "No one will come to you in the next month. You still have 25 minutes."

Bang! The voice of the phone down let Wang Renyi Zheng, ye Zimo this man, power has been so big to this extent.

Xia Yihan suddenly wakes up, the pillow in hand still retains the residual temperature. The door is open, and a faint light comes in from outside. Xia Yihan feels uncomfortable in his throat. He gets out of bed and opens the door to get water.

The living room under the stairs lights up, deliberately lowered the voice of conversation, vaguely heard his name, Xia Yihan stopped, pasted in the corner.

"There are many cases of hypnotic crime, such as the famous Heidelberg hypnosis, where doctors use deep hypnosis to make a woman kill her husband and commit suicide six times in a row. And every time a woman commits suicide, she forgets what she has done and is very dependent on the doctor. Miss Xia's hypnosis is similar to this case. ""You mean that Yi Han will be suicidal." Ye Zimo looked at Wang Ren with eyes dead, as if the other party nodded and immediately twisted the other party's neck.

Under Ye Zimo's gaze, the coffee to the mouth is also difficult to enter. Wang renshrugs: "I'm just talking about Miss Xia's illness. After all, Kiu's instructions just let Miss Xia Yihan fall in love with Mr. Xu Haoran, which has no harm to their health."

They are still talking in a low voice. Xia Yihan can't hear clearly. Occasionally, a few syllables enter his ear. Xia Yihan vaguely feels that what they are discussing is related to him. He goes a few steps further, and ye Zimo's voice clearly floats into his ear.

"Xu Haoran has been brought in by me. Xia Yihan can't come out one day without recovery." Ye Zimo's words make Xia Yihan's head a Leng, leaving only three words of Xu Haoran echoing.

"You are cruel." Wang Ren shrugged, his eyes through the shadow of Ye Zimo. Xia Yihan covers his mouth and tries not to let himself make a sound.

After the sound of the door closing, the leather shoes trample on the floor and make a sound of knocking. Xia Yihan wants to escape before ye Zimo comes. He pretends that he doesn't know, and his feet can't move in any case.

The dim light pulls Ye Zimo's figure very long. Looking down at Xia Yihan, ye Zimo reaches out and gently catches the other party's falling tears and sends it to his mouth to feel the bitter taste.

"Xia Yihan." Ye Zimo hoarse voice line, raised Xia Yihan's jaw: "don't shed tears for anyone."

"Ye Zimo, let Xu Haoran go!" Xia Yihan felt his heart was very strange. When he read the three words "Ye Zimo", his heart beat like a thunder drum, but when he read "Xu Haoran", his mood was flat and could not rise to waves.

Xia Yihan has no time to think deeply about his inner changes, only an old voice constantly reminds himself in the strange rhythm of beating: "Xu Haoran, go to find Xu Haoran."

"Are you sure you want to do this?"

Xia Yihan pulls Ye Zimo's sleeve and nods to save Xu Haoran. He must save Xu Haoran.

"Good." Ye Zimo pulls Xia Yihan to the bathroom, opens his arms, and shows Xia Yihan to undress for himself.

Xia Yihan was stunned, feeling familiar. A man's flirting and deep kissing in the bathroom are like movie pictures.

Ye Zimo pulled Xia Yihan and sprayed warm breath in each other's ears: "do you want me to tell you how to be a servant? Have I spoiled you for so long that I don't know how to undress my master? "

A pair of small hands gingerly placed on Ye Zimo's knotted bathrobe. After several times of solution, they did not untie. Xia Yihan simply tried to tear it. Ye Zimo opened his arms and watched Xia Yihan move.

Xia Yihan knows clearly that she came here to see the governor for Mo Xiaojun. She fell in love with Xu Haoran, but was forcibly occupied by Ye Zimo. Now she comes to humiliate herself.

There seems to be a voice in the brain refuting his own ideas, trying to reveal the truth, but always separated by a layer of gray clouds, let Xia Yihan see unreal, when he came back to God, there was only a slight vapor on the water.

can accommodate five people in the big bathtub without Ye Zimo's voice, and the white foam has no fluctuation. Xia Yi Han wears a white bathrobe and waits for Ye Zimo as before.

Quiet space, no fluctuating water mark. "Ye Zimo?" Xia Yihan calls softly.

No one answered, Xia Yihan came closer: "Ye Zimo, are you ok?"

"Ye Zimo!" is a huge panic that covers Xia Yihan Kneeling on the slippery floor, Xia Yihan reaches out to the bath.

The huge sound of breaking water, ye Zimo stretched out his hand and pulled Xia Yihan off. His moist eyebrows and eyes fixed on each other, and his deep voice with fatal temptation: "Xia Yihan, what was your feeling just now?"

The wet shirt pastes on Xia Yihan's body. After the huge panic, he is at a loss. Xia Yihan is stunned and says, "what do you say?"

Ye Zimo is close to Xia Yihan, and his strong body encircles his petite body. "I say, will you think of me if I die?"

"Puff, puff, puff." Don't know whose heartbeat is constantly attacking, Xia Yihan runs away quickly and hides in a safe corner without responding or defending.

In the morning, Xia Yihan opens his face blankly and gets out of bed quietly. Ye Zimo's voice rang out coldly: "where to go?"

"Can the servant sleep in the master's room?" Xia Yihan mocks himself.

Ye Zimo got up to dress and tried not to touch the topic that could make him angry: "then you should think of the servant who tries to climb to the master's bed and dedicate himself."

Xia Yihan stares at Ye Zimo viciously, gently opens the bangs, and quietly walks to the bed with the quilt. "You don't have to do this."

Ye Zimo opens Xia Yihan and throws the quilt aside. "What do I do then?" Xia Yihan stubbornly keeps a distance with the other party.

"Since you want to work so much, I will do it for you!"