Shi Shiyi looked mysterious, with a sinister smile on her face, "Momo, don't pretend, I know everything." ”

He Yumo was still at a loss, looking at Shi Shiyi in front of her strangely, what had she heard.

"You mean! I really don't know. He Yumo asked seriously.

Seeing He Yumo's stunned look, Shi Shiyi couldn't help but be curious, it was spread all over the company, shouldn't she know it?

"It's about you living with the president! It's okay, I won't think about it. Shi Shiyi explained to herself, staring at the ceiling, and said with a nymphomaniac: "Actually, I envy you, the president is so handsome, and he is so good to you." ”

He Yumo didn't care about Shi Shi's words, but had insight into the abnormality on Ye Youxiao's face, poetic stupidity, didn't know that it was taboo to praise other men in front of her boyfriend.

Interrupting Shi's poetic reverie angrily, "Where did you see him treating me well?" ”

"Isn't it good to live together?" Shi Shiyi is a again.

He Yumo sighed helplessly: "Nonsense! ”

"The hot pot is ready, let's eat it while it's hot!" Ye Youxiao smiled awkwardly.

He Yumo admired this man in her heart, he had such endurance, he was quite envious, and the poetic girl could be regarded as a treasure.

It's the so-called cohabitation rumor, how could Poetry know? What's going on here? Her instincts told her that something must be wrong.

When He Yumo returned to the villa, it was almost nine o'clock, and looking at the tall house immersed in darkness, she couldn't help but feel a little lost in her heart.

He didn't come back after all......

After entering the villa, I skillfully turned on all the lights, and the empty room suddenly lit up a lot.

It's just the change of light, but it doesn't change its empty atmosphere, He Yumo suddenly remembered the days in Milan.

She lives alone in a small house of less than ten square meters, although she is very afraid of the dark, but the space is small, and she will naturally have a more sense of existence.

And in this big house, she has a feeling of being penetrated by the air, and she doesn't feel the slightest bit of temperature at all.

She had no desire to stay any longer, ran to the bedroom on the second floor, closed the door casually, threw the shoes on her feet aside, and nestled herself under the covers.

picked up the phone and looked at the address book, and finally stayed on that column, but didn't dare to press it.

She wanted to ask what he was doing, and she wanted to know when he was back......

Thinking of his uncertain face when he was in the company this morning, her heart twitched, what kind of trouble did he want to make?

After much thought, she dialed a phone call......

"Hey, what's the matter with me?" The impatient voice filled his ears, and at the same time there was noisy music on the phone, and He Yumo's heart was uncomfortable for a while, and it was not difficult to guess that this was the background music of the bar.

"Is Ling Han ,,, with you?" He Yumo sighed lightly and asked in a low voice.

Gu Yu replied impatiently: "Our family has been hooked by you, how can you have time to accompany me?" ”

"But ......" But he didn't pay any attention to me......

Hearing that something was wrong in He Yumo's voice, Gu Yu sent away the beauties around him, and asked seriously, "Momo, what's wrong with you?" ”

"It's okay, you can play!" After He Yumo spit out this sentence, he quickly hung up the phone.

She still didn't have the courage to call him, so she called Gu Yu.

But he wasn't with him, should she be glad or disappointed!

At least he didn't go to the bar with him, which was the only thing she could feel comfortable with.

Gu Yu in the bar couldn't help but dial Ling Han's phone, and after the sound of Didi, Ling Han's faint voice came from there: "What's the matter?" ”

"Hanhan, what's wrong with you and Momo?" Gu Yu asked straight to the point.

Ling Han extinguished the cigarette in his hand, the smell of smoke wafted in the air, and his voice was slightly vicissitudes, "What can it be?" ”

"Momo just called me."

"What did she say?" Ling Han's heart couldn't help but tremble.

"What else can I say." Gu Yu learned the tone of Ling Han's speech.

Ling Han was silent, and Gu Yu was anxious: "You are a man, even if a woman does something wrong, it is not a matter, what is there to worry about!" It's good to coax her more, this woman, she should coax more, it's really not good, I have a complete collection of pickled girls here, I ......"

"Didi......"

"Hey, hey!" Gu Yu shouted into the phone, but there was no sound over there.

Ling Han, who was holding his mobile phone, had a cloudy expression on his face, and a hand involuntarily reached into his pocket and took out a cigarette.

The air was filled with a thick smell of smoke again, and the smoke rings that came out of his mouth jumped a few times and disappeared into the air.

"Master, I've brought you coffee." An elderly woman pushed the door open.

Ling Han extinguished the cigarette in his hand and said softly, "Mother Wu, it's so late, you should rest early!"

"Young Master, are you worried about something?" Mother Wu put down the coffee in her hand, inadvertently saw that the ashes in the ashtray were piled up, and asked worriedly.

Ling Han shook his head, his face was a little lonely, "It's okay, Mother Wu, you're so old, don't be so tired, don't stay up late with me anymore." ”

"Young master, Mama Wu watched you grow up, if you didn't have something on your mind, you wouldn't smoke so badly." Mother Wu stood aside and reached out to help Ling Han press her shoulder.

Ling Han lowered his eyes, pondered for a moment, and then said faintly: "Mother Wu, why do you say it's so difficult to like someone?" ”

Mother Wu, who was standing behind Ling Han, her body was slightly stiff, she thought of the girl five years ago, and she couldn't help but worry in her heart, could it be that she was back?

"Young Master, is Shang Xue back?" Mother Wu asked bluntly, she was originally a person with little culture, and she had been Ling Han's nanny for many years, so she naturally didn't know what to beat around the bush when she spoke.

After the wife left, the husband also died depressed, the old lady lived abroad all the year round, this big villa, only she was left alone, the young master only came back once in a while, here has long lost the glory of the past, it seems to be endless vicissitudes.

"It's not her, I met a girl, I thought I liked her because she looked like Cher. Later, I found out that she was not like Cher at all, and I really liked her person. Ling Han was like a child, anxious to explain.

Wu's mother said kindly: "Then you can tell her!" Does she like you? ”

"I don't know, it's just grandma's ......" At the mention of grandma, Ling Han sighed again.

Mother Wu looked at Ling Han lovingly, and said seriously: "Young master, in fact, the old lady is also for your good, after all, such a thing has happened, so don't blame her." ”

Ling Han lowered his eyes, if it weren't for that woman, grandma wouldn't have such a deep concept of the family! Maybe he and Shang Xue won't be like this now......

"Mother Wu, I know what you said, but I still can't help thinking about her, and my mind is full of her cheeks." A natural smile appeared on Ling Han's stiff face.

Mother Wu couldn't help but be stunned, it seems that the young master really likes that girl, only when he really likes someone, when he talks about that person, he will inadvertently smile.

"Young Master, go with your heart!" Mother Wu patted Ling Han's shoulder.

Ling Han was shocked, could he really do whatever he wanted? But he was even more afraid of losing her......

"Mother Wu, you should rest early! I know how to do it. Ling Han said with a smile.

Mother Wu got up, walked a few steps, and turned to look at Ling Han again: "Young Master, you should also rest early, your body is important." ”

"Got it."

After Wu's mother went out, Ling Han played with the mobile phone repeatedly in her hand, and finally couldn't help it and sent a text message to He Yumo.

He Yumo was also hesitating with her mobile phone, and suddenly found that the display screen was on, and she happily unlocked the screen lock.

When she saw the contact on the text message, her heart was extremely excited, and it turned out that he still remembered her......

"Did you sleep?" He Yumo clicked on the text message, and a row of words appeared on the message.

She quickly typed out a line of words: No! Did you sleep so late?

Another burst of anticipation, she hugged her phone, and the corners of her mouth showed a smile that could not be concealed.

Inadvertently, like a young couple in love, at the beginning, every word was so cautious, for fear that if you were not careful, you would scare each other.

At this time, she felt the same way about Ling Han, what she said had been considered for a long time, she was afraid that he would not believe her, and even more afraid that he would misunderstand her.

After all, it was not easy for him to take the initiative to talk to him, she really wanted to talk to him well, and it was best to solve the misunderstanding.

After a long wait, when He Yumo's eyelids were about to be entangled, the display screen of the mobile phone lit up again.

She clicked on it excitedly, and when she saw the row of words on it, she was instantly deflated.

"Rest early!" Such an ordinary four words, but He Yumo's mood experienced a moment of ups and downs.

She trembled and pressed the nine-grid pinyin, thinking about the sentence repeatedly in her heart, there was a feeling of nervousness when she was a student when she wanted to hand over her homework to the teacher, and it happened that she didn't know how to do this homework at all.

Ling Han frowned and pondered, the dim light in the study reflected a bright and dark light and shadow on his face, and he couldn't see any of his expressions.

The fingers holding the mobile phone involuntarily clenched, and he, who had always been decisive and resolute, became overwhelmed when facing this woman.

After He Yumo typed out a row of words repeatedly, she quickly deleted them, and after doing it many times, she still decided to send it out like this.

The mobile phone in his hand lit up, Ling Han opened the message, a trace of complexity slipped through his eyes, how should he answer?

Irritably, he threw his phone on the desk, the screen of the phone was still flashing, and the text message clearly read: Cold, that's it in the morning, what does it mean?