He Yan shook his head, it shouldn't be a poisonous aroma, after all, this smell is often found on Ran Xiyan's body, and it is impossible for Ran Xiyan to smoke himself with poison.

Without any worries, He Yan began to disdain it.

A man, order the fragrance in the room, she doesn't order a woman, what does he do.

In fact, He Yan hates the smell of aromatherapy, she thinks it is too pungent, but the fragrance on Ran Xiyan's body seems to be different, just like now, she is in a room with such a strong fragrance, and some are just relaxed, without a feeling of disgust.

Without further ado, He Yan began to search.

I looked for the bed again, but no.

He Yan began to flip through the desk.

After flipping through it like this, she found more things!

How to say it, these things made He Yan's first reaction was first doubt, then distress, and finally ...... A big mess!

Opened the first cabinet, there was a painting painted by Ran Xiyan in it, and the first page was the one that He Yan kept painting when he went to find Ran Xiyan before, and they were taken as a "hostage" by Lin Xuancheng.

And that character she is most familiar with.

The figure had a perfect face, but the expression was slightly distressed, and the eyes were glaring angrily, which was very cute.

He Yanmo, the character above, is it not her or who?

Has she ever done such an idiotic move?

Joke!

(A certain Jia: You did have it last time you forgot to eat!【Yan sù】)

He Yan flattened her mouth and carefully put the painting back in its original place, although Xiyan said that she was not good at martial arts, her brain was a first-class good envoy, and she sometimes hit the trick, so she turned over the things that Xiyan was very cautious, and then put it back in place very carefully.

He Yan opened another drawer, there was a book in it, a very ordinary philosophy book, but He Yan saw that there was a piece of paper like a strip of paper showing a corner, He Yan picked up the book, opened it, and saw that her name was written on the paper.

He Yan raised her eyebrows, she was very familiar with this handwriting, which was the same as the handwriting written by Ran Xiyan before, "Ai Fei, this king is silently cheering for you", but the difference is that the words on this piece of paper are a little messy, which is a little inconsistent with his usual calm temperament.

He Yan put the note back again, put the book back in its place, and silently exited the door, not in the mood to continue looking

She didn't know what the mood was, anyway, now, she was annoyed!

He Yan exited Ran Xiyan's door, and met a subordinate, with Ran Zhixuan, hurriedly walked through the path in front of her, and the two of them walked in a hurry and didn't see her.

She frowned, who was this person? she had never seen it before.

However, seeing that this person has an extraordinary temperament, outstanding appearance, and clothes are of good materials, He Yan feels that he is not an ordinary person, and besides, it should not be an ordinary relationship with Ran Xiyan, because their appearance is somewhat similar.

Thinking of this, He Yan also guessed that eight or nine were not far from ten.

It's a brother.

She straightened her clothes, coughed, and walked gracefully in the direction of the two of them.

The next person turned around and said something to Ran Zhixuan, and saw He Huan, his expression was stunned at first, and then he hurriedly saluted He Huan: "I've seen the princess." ”

Ran Zhixuan raised his eyebrows, turned around, and his eyes flashed with amazement that could not be concealed.

Dressed in a white dress, the end of the skirt is mopped to the floor, the waist is restrained by a cloud belt into a bow, the long hair is only fixed with a glass hairpin, which is a very simple hair ornament, some long hair is scattered around the waist at will, the skin can be broken by blowing, the willow eyebrows are slightly raised, the golden eyes are overflowing, and the moist lips are raised at a good-looking angle, she just stands there, but shows a bewitching temperament.