As if he had walked into his own home, without the consent of his master, Ye Hao strode in.

He was wearing a gray casual suit today, his forehead was still sweating, and he seemed to have just returned from the gym.

Throwing a flashlight to the stunned woman, he walked to the corner of the balcony and pulled something with his hand.

Suddenly, the whole room was pitch black.

"What are you doing there! I'll change the lights for you, or will you come by yourself? He shouted at the dark shadow in the living room, as if to wake up the silly woman. It's stupid enough, too.

He Xiyan hurriedly turned on the flashlight, and a white light illuminated the man in front of her, and she followed the light source to look at him, looking at the smile on his face and the rare amber eyes.

"Mr. Ye......" she called out to him lightly, her expression complicated.

Ye Hao moved the ladder into the kitchen with the light, and then the pair of slender legs stepped on the ladder, and after a while, the broken lamp was removed by him, and then he took the lamp he bought and reinstalled it. The room was bright again.

He Xiyan watched the man do all this like this. Watch him climb up and down, helping her as if he was busy with his own family affairs.

In fact, she just sent a message in the morning to ask him if he knew the electrician master in the neighborhood, the kitchen light was broken, and she wanted to find a master to change it. As a result, he actually bought his own lamp and replaced it.

Although they have only known him for a month, she owes him more and more.

He seemed to be too nice to her, as well as his mom, who would bring over every time he made something delicious. They were so nice to her, so good that they made her uneasy.

"Mr. Ye......"

He Xiyan took a cup of tea and handed it to Ye Hao.

Ye Hao took the cup with one hand.

Cup? Lifetime?

He said secretly in his heart, but his other hand suddenly grabbed He Xiyan's shoulder.

"Call me by name." HE LOOKED DOWN AT THE WOMAN IN FRONT OF HIM, WHO WAS MORE THAN TWENTY CM SHORTER THAN HIMSELF, HIS EYES WERE SLIGHTLY DULL, AND HE HAD A COMMANDING TONE. This sentence of Mr. Ye is so divisive that it hurts his ears when he hears it.

He Xiyan was caught by him, and his body trembled.

Still, she managed to lift her eyes and look at the expectant face.

She has experienced love, even marriage. She could tell that the man in front of her had something else to mean to her. But she couldn't love him, she couldn't give him anything.

She also didn't want to hurt him and his open-minded and optimistic mother.

"Ye Hao, can I talk to you?" She pointed to the couch and motioned for him to sit down.

Ye Hao turned around and sat there.

He looked at He Xiyan, his eyes full of anticipation.

Come on!

Girl, say you like me, say you want to marry me!

Well, it's better so that he doesn't have to speak. Anyway, he will be 30 years old next year, and now that he has a successful career, he also plans to find a girl to start a family, and his mother has been looking forward to her daughter-in-law for many years.

Although this girl is not very beautiful, she is the most suitable to marry home, virtuous and considerate, and her cooking skills are also excellent, he has eaten her dishes, and after eating them twice, he longs to rush here to eat every day after work. Compared to He Xiyan's craftsmanship, the ghost things made by his mother were simply hard to swallow.

He Xiyan looked at the man in front of him, and had to say that this is a good man, he is considerate, motivated, filial, and family-oriented, and he is also very handsome, he is the handsome kind of special man, but they have no fate.

"I'm sorry, Ye Hao!"