Chapter 217

Wen used to think that Lin Ye's mellow voice was like a cup of hot coffee, especially in the winter when he met him. But now she didn't think so, and even felt that the voice was uncomfortable in her ears.

"Explain what?" She stopped and didn't look back.

Lin Ye slowly loosened his tie and stepped forward, standing in front of her, "about Wen's CEO, which is now widely spread on the Internet.

"No, it's just like you've lost your soul. I'll come and care about it." Yu Luo said happily, the meaning expressed between the words is that they are very familiar.

He didn't have much contact with Yu Luo except for his work. First, he was not familiar with Yu Luo, and second, he didn't want to.

Lin Ye turns his head to see Yu Luo's face coming with a smile. Her eyes are staring at him. Her hands are around his chest. Lin Ye's eyebrows are slightly wrinkled: "what's the matter?"

A female voice interrupts Lin Ye's thoughts, and then comes the sound of high heels knocking on the floor.

"What's the matter with Lin Di?"

Lin Ye stares at her far away figure, his hands drooping powerlessly, a little lost.

Now, in the cold outdoors, she has a suspender dress inside and a coat outside. She can't stand outside for too long, and now she has nothing to say to Lin Ye.

As expected, Wen Kuai Wan grinned. Because of the need of the plot, his bright red lips gave a smile, which made the whole face look more beautiful. "Then I'll change my clothes first."

It's not my will, it's not my intention to say that, it's my intention to explain

Lin Ye's heart trembles in vain. It's cold for a moment. He thinks for a long time under Wen Kuai Wan's eyes, and finally says, "OK."

"Senior, you are excellent. I believe you can take good care of Wen." Lin Ye hasn't made a sound for a long time. Wen Kuai Wan breaks the deadlock. She doesn't feel sad for him any more. So it's good to be a schoolgirl.

I can't tell his troubles. I can't tell the heart that loves her is still beating. Her every smile and twinkle makes his heart ripple like five years ago.

Four words are stuck in my throat, I can't say them.

I can't help it.

These words fall into Lin Ye's ears, and then are transmitted to his heart by his ears. Every word overlaps like a stone. Lin Ye, who is about to be pressed, can't breathe. His voice is low: "late, I..."

"Seniors don't need to explain anything to me." Wen Kuai Wan gave a witty smile, and he looked very happy and didn't care.

Originally, no matter what she did, it was none of her business.

As soon as Lin Ye explains, Wen Kuai will reply directly. By the way, even if she knows that someone must be helping Lin Ye, whether it's Wen Yan or Wen Siling or someone else, Lin Ye's standing at Wen's house is none of her business.

"It's none of my business what it is, senior."

"It's not like that."

Her voice is graceful and pleasant, and her tone is very relaxed, but Lin Ye's heart is full of a sense of debt.

Wen Kuai Wan had an answer in his heart. When he heard him say this, he looked at him with a smile and a little dim eyes: "I know."

Lin Ye picks an eyebrow: "so?"

"So I know that emperor Lin likes to be late?" She was outspoken and told the truth casually.

Lin Ye, who has been in the performing arts circle for seven years, has already developed his ability to disguise himself. He slightly hooks his lips and asks in a cold voice, "who doesn't know that I'm going to marry Wen Siling? Is this kind of talk to sow dissension?"