At night, the castle is very quiet, away from the bustling city, and at night there is a rural tranquility.

He Xiyan came out of the bathroom, she wrapped a light pink bathrobe, the bathrobe was ankle-length, almost wrapped her whole person like a zongzi, and she also wore a pair of light-colored wool slippers on her feet, stepping on the soft carpet without a sound.

As soon as she came out, she saw Ye Hao, who was sitting in front of the computer desk typing quickly with his hands, he had already finished washing, and was wearing a bathrobe of the same style as He Xiyan, but his was dark blue.

At this time, his eyebrows were deep, his eyes were like torches, and he was completely focused on what he was dealing with, and he didn't notice the woman behind him.

He Xiyan could see from a distance that there was a huge network map displayed on the computer screen, like a map, but there were buildings one after another on it, like a stronghold.

It should be the company's project data map. He Xiyan didn't ask. Men hate women the most when they focus on work, such as her ex-husband. So she was very knowledgeable, she didn't come forward to pester him, and she didn't say a word.

She grabbed a drawing board from a cabinet not far away and sat cross-legged on the couch. She learned to paint since she was 7 years old, and she was admitted to university with this specialty, and her painting skills are also good, although she is not as good as a painter, but at least she can paint a little charm. She is good at hand-drawn sketches, of course, Chinese painting, oil painting, etc., but she can't get on the table.

She gently held the paintbrush in her hand, and her eyes fell on Ye Hao's body.

Let's draw you, she pursed her lips and smiled.

She has painted many people, but this is the first time she has painted him.

Drawing lightly, the sound of a paintbrush swishing on the paper sounded in the room, she painted extremely seriously, her eyes looked at him for a while, and she looked at the picture for a while, and every time she put down the pen, she was careful to draw him ugly.

Usually she only paints a character sketch for ten minutes, but this time it took almost an hour. Of course, this time the painting is also more expressive.

She threw down her paintbrush and stared at him as she had written. She painted him who was busy in front of the computer at this time, in the painting he frowned deeply, his thin lips pursed, his eyes condensed, his handsome face was resolute and three-dimensional, and he was concentrating on the work in hand.

He Xiyan took off the drawing paper and placed it on the coffee table beside him. She thought it would be a god's expression when he saw it?

It was ten o'clock in the evening, late at night, and she was a little sleepy, but she still didn't bother him. She quietly went to the bathroom to change into a set of silk pajamas, then lifted the quilt, got into the quilt, and habitually slept on her side, because she was most likely to fall asleep in this sleeping position.

When she slept in a daze, the bedroom light was turned off at some point, leaving only a small lamp at the head of the bed still shining dimly.

He Xiyan vaguely heard a little noise from the man, and she moved to the side of the bed again, but before she could move over, the man's arm reached over and pulled her into his arms.

"Yan Yan ......" Ye Hao's hand landed in front of her forehead, pinning the long strand of hair that fell on her face behind her ear.

He Xiyan snorted, although he didn't fall asleep, he was a little confused. She moved her neck, but she didn't notice that her face had taken advantage of the man's neck, and the breath she exhaled instantly aroused the man's instinctive ***.

Soon, before she could react, the two thin lips fell into the man's mouth.