President Gao Leng's little wife

Xia Yuluo didn't know how she got home.

Only Chu Yu's question floated in his mind:
Yuluo, do you think Han Tianyi will do this for you?
Everything that happened today was like a dream, and she wondered if she had a nightmare.

He couldn't help pinching his arm vigorously, trying to wake himself up.

But what was more real than the fantasy was the pain in her arm, which reminded her very clearly that all this really happened.

Mama Zhang yelled, but there was no response.

She was a little worried, seeing that Xia Yuluo's complexion had improved, why did she become lost again today.

"Master, the young mistress is upstairs."

Zhang Ma was holding the soup and standing downstairs, a little hesitant.

It happened that Han Tianyi came back, Zhang Ma simply handed the bowl to Han Tianyi.

Han Tianyi took it.

He thought for a while, and went upstairs slowly without saying a word.

Xia Yuluo heard the voice.

She turned around, and suddenly realized for a moment that she couldn't trust Han Tianyi with all her heart.

She didn't know whether Han Tianyi's tenderness at the moment was for herself or Han Weiyi.

She put her hands on her lap and hung her head, embarrassed and uneasy.

It reminded Han Tianyi of that night when Xia Yuluo first came, and she was in such a hurry.

She lowered her head and didn't dare to look at him, only showing a fair and delicate neck, which was glowing moistly under the light.

Han Tianyi handed her the bowl:
"Drink."

He pushed it directly in front of Xia Yuluo.

Xia Yuluo secretly sighed.

She never seemed to be able to refuse.

Accept his love, accept his tenderness, there is never a choice.

She picked up the spoon and began to drink the soup quietly.

Han Tianyi didn't speak, but just looked at her.

She was so careful, but it made him feel a little distressed.

He squeezed her shoulders, and in the past few days, he managed to grow a little bit of flesh, which was painful to touch.

He touched her hair with his hand and stroked it gently.

A bowl of soup has bottomed out.

Xia Yuluo put the bowl on the table:
"You don't need to accompany Han Weiyi, is it okay?"

There was a kind of understanding and thoughtfulness on her face.

But Han Tianyi frowned seeing her like this.

Xia Yuluo's expression made him irritable for no reason.

He grabbed one side of her long hair and played with it in the palm of his hand:

"fine."

His tone was a little rusty.

Xia Yuluo felt a trace of anger, but he didn't know where his anger came from.

She pushed Han Tianyi's hand, tied up her hair, and lay down on the bed.

Pulling the quilt, he said flatly:
"You'd better go and see Han Weiyi, she belongs to a girl's family."

Han Tianyi didn't speak.

Han Weiyi wouldn't live in the former home, so Han Tianyi had to arrange her in a hotel first.

Unable to let Xia Yuluo go, she rejected all of Han Weiyi's requests, and rushed back in a hurry.

But he didn't want to go home and saw Xia Yuluo like this.

Xia Yuluo waited for a long time, but couldn't help turning her head secretly.

Han Tianyi was still there, and the sun was dazzling.

She couldn't see Han Tianyi's expression clearly, so she was a little puzzled:
"Han Tianyi?"

In the next second, the man turned back and pressed Xia Yuluo directly, and squeezed her chin tightly.

There are strong emotions in the black eyes.

He lowered his voice:
"I hate."

Xia Yuluo was puzzled:

"what?"

Then she heard him say:
"I hate it when you wrong yourself like this. You just say you don't want me to leave. You obviously care so much, but you still push me outside."

Han Tianyi let go of Xia Yuluo's chin, put his head on the pillow, and pressed it against her ear.