Deep Love in Light Times

Ling yun'er is blushing with shame. She is not used to being the focus of attention. He Hanyu looks at the dark brown ditch behind her, the pitted stone road, the meat seller, the barbecue shop, and the fried string. Her brow is wrinkled. It is not suitable to stay here for a long time. He takes her hand and turns to leave,

on the car.

The sunlight came in through the glass, and the light gold covered the hands of the two people. He Hanyu's hands were very beautiful, and his skin was relatively white. His fingers were slender, with distinct bony joints, and they were broad and warm. Leaning on his shoulder and looking at the hand he held in his hand, Ling yun'er was all in harmony. In his heart, sweet

after returning to Hanya villa, Secretary Chen stopped the car. He didn't mean to get off the bus. He was thinking about something. Ling yun'er was afraid of disturbing him and said in a gentle and gentle way:

"if you are busy, go busy."

"If you need to go out to handle anything, you can call Secretary Chen. He is on call. Don't go to the bus!" He said to her.

Ling Yun Er blinked, looked up at him, "do you want to go to other places?"

As soon as she said it, she regretted it.

Where he went has nothing to do with her. Why does she have to ask too much! How can you be arrogant by being spoiled and proud? How can he not know the height of heaven and earth by taking him to investigate, look at the sea, maintain himself in the villa, and love himself?

he Hanyu likes her so much. The natural closeness is just like the wife of an ordinary family who cares about where her husband goes. She can't come back to eat at night, drink less and eat more vegetables Ah, that kind of taste is really good!

He Hanyu didn't miss the annoyance that flashed on her small face. He Hanyu's eyes were slightly stagnant, and then there was a ripple. In secretary Chen's surprised eyes, he explained his whereabouts for the first time, and his tone was very kind. Secretary Chen vowed to see it for the first time, "I'll go home later, family dinner."

“…… Oh. " She was stunned for a long time, and then realized that he was going home to attend the family dinner. This "home" was different from that "home". She regarded Hanya villa as her and his home, which was only her wishful thinking home and her only home.

But it's not his home, just the place where he lives, not his home. His home is not here. Although his people are here, maybe his people will not come here again!

He went to see his family. Of course, he couldn't take her with him. She had no identity and was nothing. Where is her home? None of her uncles, aunts, cousins and cousins will think of calling her, unless she calls them on her own initiative. She seems to be the most redundant person, and the redundant people are redundant everywhere

The bottom of the heart of the sour spread a little bit, she suddenly feel some sore eyes.

The loneliness between her eyebrows diffused on her face, and her expression was gloomy. She was covered with sadness. He stood outside her loneliness. He felt her hair and said affectionately, "after dinner, I will come back. You will wait for me at home."

"Well." She answered stiffly. She did not dare to look up. She was afraid that when she saw his eyes, she could not help crying and pestering him. The Maserati behind her would drive him to his home, to his relatives and to the prosperity of the family banquet.

She slowly lowered her red eyes to cover the obscurity in her eyes.

In the hot summer, a cool wind blows, which should be fresh, but Ling yun'er is inexplicably restless and extremely sad. However, the cold feeling rises in her heart and spreads to every inch of her skin without fear.

Her hands tightly clasped, hard to move the steps, very difficult, very helpless, tears drop by drop, silent, swallowing the boundless sadness, she can never lose, she feels very afraid, like a drowning person, only constantly call for help to survive, she does not want to lose him, he is her only remaining only.

Ling yun'er is running towards his car. She has to catch up with her. She is afraid of losing him. She is afraid that he will never return. She is so scared that she can't stop running and her hands are waving.

On the wide and flat road in front of the villa, there is a driving Maserati and a running girl. Her long hair is like dancing under the wind. He flies in front of him and she chases after her www.readwn.com , the fastest update of the webnovel!