Autor: Thirteen pure ones Máquina traductora
Lin Yan's ears heated up and she said calmly, "I knew he would say this. ".
"Wu Xiaoer, go back to Qingfeng residence. "
Wu Xiaoer cried bitterly, "no, master... I just drove seven hours here. How can you tell me to go away just like that? I can't go back! "
Lin Yan was unmoved.
Wu Xiaoer rolled his eyes and immediately fawned, "master, you chased Lin Bai away. You need someone to run errands for you, right? Little mistress is not a member of our circle, so it's inevitable that she will have trouble doing anything. With a disciple around, you should let the land do the work for you... "
Xia Ling's face was burning.
Lin Yan's gaze swept across her face.
Xia Ling thought that Lin Yan had previously clarified their relationship so clearly, so this time he should at least open his mouth to explain.
Who would have thought that Lin Yan's slightly deep gaze would look at her, and then look at the red thread tied to her wrist.
He did not correct Wu Xiaoer's statement, but instead, agreed to Wu Xiaoer's request.
"Alright, then you stay here first and have a good talk with boss Li tomorrow. What is the price of this ceremony? Seeing that Lin Bai has suffered a great loss, you should find it for him. "
His indifferent tone still did not reveal his happiness or anger.
However, his non-denying look had already made Xia Ling open her eyes.
Feeling her gaze, Lin Yan turned his head.
His ears were a little hot, and Xia Ling's face was also hot.
The two of them looked at each other, and Wu Xiaoer's gaze glanced at the two of them.
"Alright, disciple will leave now. Disciple will not be an eyesore. I wish little mistress and master a hundred years of good marriage, and have a son soon! "
He left as he said.
In the empty night, Lin Yan and Xia Ling were left on the spot.
The neon lights flickered, and the night sky of the city was suffused with a red haze, reflecting each other's expressions.
Lin Yan's deep eyes seemed to have melted the ocean, like a gentle wave, gazing at Xia Ling.
And Xia Ling, surrounded by this soft affection, was like ironed-out sea water beside her.
She looked at him in a daze, not knowing how he had opened his mind. She clutched her chest, not knowing how to comfort her pounding heart.
A slender and slightly cold hand gently held her hand.
Her hand was completely wrapped in the man's slender hand. Her fingers interlocked, firmly holding onto it.
Then, Xia Ling stumbled a step and was carried into the man's arms.
When she fell into Lin Yan's arms, that long arm hugged her tightly and hugged each other. Both of them could feel the attraction that came from fate.
The body was always more honest than the human mind.
Lin Yan hugged the girl tightly and gently breathed in the breath that belonged to the girl in his arms. It was as if the originally incomplete part of his heart had been filled after this hug.
The fate that Lin Yan resisted seemed to be unimportant after he met Huo ran.
Even if she was not his destined person, with her lively and interesting personality, he would not be able to meet a ghost after following her for one night, but... When she was talking to herself on the rooftop, making the ghost so angry that he vomited blood, he was beside her ...
Because he found it interesting, and because he could not bear to look away from her, he sensed that Lin Bai was in trouble, so Lin Yan did not go to rescue him at the first moment.
"I think I like you a little, " Lin Yan said softly, "what about you? Huo Ran? "
Little mistress This title came out of Wu Xiaoer's mouth. Lin Yan found it quite pleasing to the ear.
"Just a little? " Xia Ling was held in his arms and suddenly raised her head.
The girl looked at him with a pair of black and inquisitive eyes.
Lin Yan was stunned.