CEO,Cute Wife Comes

Ling Han's finger is slightly red, probably pressed by the book, holding a collection of blue hard faced essays, Tagore's bird collection.

Ye Huanyan realized that it was this book that had just saved his life.

"Compared with sexology, which is more practical than theoretical, it is more appropriate for women to read poems and improve their self-cultivation."

A collection of flying birds was photographed on her chest, without pity. She coughed and held the book in one hand and sniffed at Ling Han's back secretly to do a neck wiping action.

When Ling Han turned to walk, he heard the cough and was stunned for a moment. The rest of her eyes saw her grinning and making a face at her back. There was a trace of strangeness in her eyes. She went straight to the tea table and sat down with the bowl in her hand.

Ye Huanyan, holding two books in his hand, turned to look at the bookshelf for a long time. For a moment, he couldn't remember where he had taken it from. Then he scratched his forehead and said, "well, where is this book?"

"You can bring it back to study." A careless voice came from the sofa.

Ye Huanyan's corner of the mouth smoked, "don't have to, anyway, I don't quite understand."

"It's OK. If you don't understand, you can come to me and I'll teach you."

"Cough..."

Ye Huanyan felt that there was something in his throat, which was choking for a while.

"I'm talking about teaching you English."

Ling Han turned around and glanced at her faintly.

She was so humiliated by this glance that she couldn't refute any more and ran away with two books.

She ran away from the back of some confusion, fell in Linghan's eyes, a trace of warmth.

Long fingers button has been cold some thorough black rice porridge bowl edge, spoon to the mouth to taste, taste good, black rice porridge or cool some taste better.

Ye Huanyan fled back to his room on the first floor with two books in his arms. He closed the door directly without paying attention to Lingling's inquiring eyes. The whole person collapsed at the door, panting, like running a marathon. His face was flushed and out of breath.

The two books in her hand were extremely hot. She looked down and only looked at them. She closed her eyes and threw them on the sofa in the room.

What books can I borrow?

Also, what does Linghan usually watch? No wonder No wonder in bed

Her face burned again, stamped her feet and plunged into the bathroom.

The next morning, ye Huanyan got up early, ready to catch the bus before Linghan got up. As soon as he changed his clothes and opened the door, he saw Ling Han eating at the table.

Lingling was busy putting the baked bread on the table. Seeing ye Huanyan come out, she said with a smile, "Miss ye up? Now, breakfast's just finished, and you're ready to go. "

"Yes It's quite early... "

Ye Huanyan approached the dining table in amazement.

When she got up early, she had no reason not to have breakfast at home. But Linghan, who needs to go to work at ten o'clock every day, today it will be only seven o'clock. Why did she get up? And dressed up.

She hesitated to sit down at the table and took a bite of the bread Lingling had brought up What are you up to today? So early? "

Hearing this, Ling Han raised his eyes and looked at her, "the company has to select the artist's vacation address at the end of the year in these two days, plus the closing and summary of each artist's annual work before the end of the year Do you need me to say more? "

"No more." Ye Huanyan swallows the bag and takes a sip of the milk at hand. At the same time, he feels relieved and has a trace of loss that cannot be explained.

After drinking the milk, Linghan wiped his mouth slowly, got up and went to the sofa to take his coat. Seeing ye Huanyan's delay in getting up, he frowned, "don't you go?"

Ye Huanyan put a tomato in his mouth, raised his wrist and looked at it, "it's still early. I'll take the eight o'clock bus."

Ling Han's face suddenly sank,

Ye Huanyan realized that something was wrong, and added, "the company didn't inform them that they would go to work in advance."

"As a secretary, my boss has already prepared to work in the company in advance. Do you have so much leisure to linger here?"

Linghan's words made ye Huanyan tremble all over. What evil wind was blowing this morning?

I thought that he left ahead of time, and I could hardly go to work in such a hurry.

Inside the black business car, it was so quiet. Except for the sound of the wind blowing through the car glass, ye Huanyan could hardly hear any sound. He was dizzy and could not lift his spirit at all.

"Did you read the book you borrowed last night?"

Suddenly the voice of Ling Han rang out.

She suddenly an exciting, from the coma to wake up, a confused answer, "which one do you ask?"

"What do you say?" Ling Han's eyes show a trace of banter.

Ye Huanyan suddenly realized what kind of mistake he had made. He was simply continuing the stupidity of last night. He swallowed his saliva and said, "I read a few pages.""What does it feel like."

"Feeling?" "I don't see much of Tagore's poetry, but I still like one of them."

"Which one?"

Ye Huanyan was stunned again. She thought that Ling Han was just a whim. She did not want to really discuss poetry with him in the car. She had to answer carefully,

"if you shed tears for the loss of stars, you will also lose the sun."

She studied very bad since childhood, not to mention any literary and artistic cells. She was still a little interested in poetry and other short things. She was admitted to the media college because of her good writing. During the interview, she talked about the past and the present, fooled a group of teachers, and finally got into the media college.

She used to be a person who couldn't even pass the college entrance examination. If it hadn't been for her third year in senior high school, Ling Han threw a stack of admission guides for art colleges in front of her, and she would not even think about taking the art examination.

From small to large, she has been an an Fen, according to Jiang Meilan to her planned path of life to go, for their own future has never been any extraordinary ideas.

"The meaning of this poem is that when you lose something, don't focus all your attention on the lost thing, because the spilled milk has been knocked over, and you can't do it any more. It's better to think about what HIA has at present, so that you don't pay attention to one thing and lose everything else you have. This poem also It's very good. It's more positive... "

Ye Huanyan's voice in the carriage seems very quiet, gentle and gentle, and also explains the poem very plainly and clearly. Ling Han's face floats a layer of light confusion, but it doesn't fall into her eyes.

The past can not be left behind, the dead can not be traced, that's what it means.

"This poem is not very reasonable." Ling Han suddenly opened his mouth and interrupted her explanation, his face a little gloomy.

Ye Huanyan looked at him in dismay,

"how did you feel when Jiang Meilan passed away

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