After the car drove a short distance away from Ling Dongming's house, Ling Han saw a white figure sitting on the second-floor balcony from the side mirror. Her two slender legs were swaying as if they would fall in the next second. His heart suddenly tightened.
"What are you doing sitting on the balcony? Do you want to die? "
He closed the car door and roared uncontrollably.
The swaying legs on the balcony abruptly froze and slowly retracted under his furious gaze.
When Ling Han ran up to the second floor, a certain culprit had already climbed down from the balcony and stood in the bedroom with her head lowered, as if she had done something wrong.
A light breeze blew past. The white lace dress was like a piece of fine gauze, and it was soft like a feather.
"I always stay on the balcony. Nothing has ever happened."
She grumbled aggrievedly.
Ling Han's face was cold.
"If you do this again in the future, I'll get people to seal off the balcony. You won't even see the sun."
"You won't know in the future. Anyway, you don't come to see me."
She was still being stubborn like she didn't know the immensity of heaven and earth.
Faced with such a troublesome historical issue, Ling Han exhaled helplessly.
"Qiao Mu will bring the luggage over tonight. Open the door for her. I'm working overtime, so if I come back late, I'll go out to eat by myself or order takeout."
Ye Huanyan's luggage had already been moved over, so what Qiao Mu was going to give was naturally not hers.
So it was Ling Han's.
Her cloudy face instantly cleared up, and the speed of the change made Ling Han suspect that she did it on purpose.
"Really?" Without waiting for his response, she spoke first. "You already said it, and I heard it. A grown man can't go back on his word. If he does, he's a bastard."
He was clearly willing, but after hearing her words, it seemed like he was being forced.
A strange look surfaced in Ling Han's eyes, and he didn't want to bother with her anymore. He turned around and walked downstairs.
Before he reached the ground floor, he heard the sound of someone running behind him.
"I want to go back to work tomorrow."
After the car accident, Ye Huanyan had suffered a huge blow. She had not gone to work for two months.
Hearing the sound, Ling Han turned around. At the door of the bedroom, the long-lost smile on Ye Huanyan's face was shining brightly. Compared to the warm spring sun outside the window behind her, it was even more dazzling. Coupled with the white dress, her whole person seemed to be glowing, shining with a faint halo.
It's so hot. Why don't you turn on the air conditioner at home?
At that time, this was what Ling Han thought.
That was a year and a half ago, at the beginning of April, and there were still people on the streets who couldn't stand the cold and wore padded jackets.
A year and a half ago, Ye Huanyan's purity and purity were practically fixed in Ling Han's eyes. It had not changed in the past 10 years. From her high school uniform days to her university days, to her university days, to her work at Pleasure Group, and then to Ling Dongming's unexpected death, she changed from one secretary to another secretary.
Even if her style of dressing was poles apart from when they first met 10 years ago, even if under the guidance and guidance of big shots like Ling Dongming and Jiang Meilan, she was already an existence that could not be underestimated in Pleasure Group. Even if there was no big tree like the Ling family, no one would be able to replace her no matter which company she changed to.
It was undeniable that when he was attacked from the front and the back, even if Ye Huanyan did not help him much, after the tedious and complicated work, there was a cup of refreshing coffee in front of him in the middle of the night, helping him adjust the lamp to a more comfortable distance, or raising the temperature of the air conditioner. Even if Ling Han did not admit that he had been moved by Ye Huanyan before, after that period of time when they were together, he was not willing to give her to anyone else.
Even if there was no Ye Huanyan later on by accident.
His thoughts became more and more jumbled up, and it was already a mess.
He touched his suit pocket and found a cigarette. Remembering that he was in the ward, he glanced at Ye Huanyan who was sleeping soundly, stood up, and walked towards the door while looking for a lighter.
"Don't go …"
A warm and moist hand came from the palm of his hand that was hanging by his side.
He froze as he turned around, and his other hand froze in front of his chest. After pausing for a few seconds, he slowly put down the hand that was touching the lighter and retracted his foot that had already taken a step forward.
Ye Huanyan's face was covered in fine beads of sweat. She had a bad fever, but the doctor said in advance that this was a normal symptom and that she would be fine after sweating. At this moment, the hand in his palm was very hot and sticky, but he could not bear to let go.
Ye Huanyan did not know that every time she was exhausted and fell asleep, there would always be a figure at the door of the bedroom after taking a shower. Sometimes he would come once, sometimes twice, and sometimes he would stand there for a long time without leaving.
Ling Han's insomnia day after day started when he came back from a business trip half a year ago.
The next morning, Ye Huanyan woke up in the hospital. Ling Han was sitting next to her, and her hand was firmly grasped by him. She glared at him and jerked her hand back. This action woke him up.
He slowly opened his eyes, frowned, and stared at her without saying a word.
Ye Huanyan held her forehead as if she was dreaming. She got up from the bed and leaned against the headboard. "Why am I here? You … you …"
"You can drown to death in the shower. Why are you playing amnesia with me now?"
As soon as the cold voice came out, he suppressed the gentleness of last night and did not mention it again.
Her whole body stiffened, and she shrank back nervously and asked carefully, "You sent me here?"
"Then you have to be alive to soak in the water until I get home."
He stood up and glanced at her. "The doctor will be here in a while. If there's nothing else, go home and stay."
"Where are you going?"
Her confused voice came from behind. Because of the slight damage to her vocal cords and the fever, her voice was very hoarse.
"The company can still operate without a secretary, but without a boss, the employees have nothing to eat?"
She opened her mouth, but in the end, she swallowed the words "Can you stay with me for a while?".
The doctor came to do a checkup and found that her vitals were normal. She could be discharged as usual.
"Don't worry. Miss Ye, you can rest for a while. It's still early, and you might not be able to get a taxi."
The doctor advised with concern.
"Then thank you."
"You're welcome. It's what I should do."
A pair of cold eyes gradually softened outside the observation window of the ward.
When he left the hospital, his phone rang. It was Qiao Mu.
"President Ling, the servants' salaries have been paid, and it will take two days to find new servants. How about keeping at least two for now? They are still at your house and said that they will wait for you to go back and explain to you. "
Ling Han frowned. "Keep the one called Ling. Drive the rest away."
After saying this, he raised his wrist and glanced at it. "Make them disappear with their things in 20 minutes."
Before eight o 'clock, Ye Huanyan left the hospital and hailed a taxi on the roadside. It was not rush hour yet, so there was no traffic jam. She got home in 20 minutes and asked the driver to wait at the door for a while before she went in to get the money.
As soon as she entered the house, she inexplicably felt that something was not quite right.
It seemed that something was missing, and it was a bit lonely.
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