"good."

Out of the cemetery, Ye Qianmo drove the car and wandered on the street aimlessly. He suffered pain in his heart. What was more uncomfortable than that he had always been played by his favorite woman.

Unconsciously, I went to the hospital. Ye Qianmo got out of the car to the ward of Xia Youxin's diameter.

Opening the door, Ye Qianmo looked at the neatly paved quilt, sighed and sat down, the moonlight was on the pillow, revealing the corner of the pillow.

Ye Qianmo pulled out the book. This is the suspense novel in Xia Youxin's favorite in the hospital. Open the lights. Ye Qianmo opens page by page.

'Xiao K walked to the rooftop alone and sent a message to the person he loved. When his lover rushed to the hospital, Xiao K slowly lay down on the rooftop to make a look of hijacking.

Little K, thought that Xiao K was held by others, and Xiao K's first strategy was successful. '

'In order to make him sure that he was dead, Xiao K made people create a fake tombstone, guided people to the fake tombstone, watching the heartache eyes of the man next to the tombstone, and his own black and white avatar on the tombstone.

Tears, she loves him, but she must do that. '

Ye Qianmo flipped silently, until the last page was turned, and Xia Youxinjuan's font was written on the page.

Ye Qianmo sat quietly, the mobile phone was on, and Xia Youxin's text message popped up. "Are you okay?"

It was almost early in the morning. Ye Qianmo was able to imagine the anxiety and worry of Xia Youxin on the phone. He sighed and stuffed the book back under the pillow, walked out of the door, and buried all the vague truths.

Back to Ye's house, there was a small orange lamp in the living room. Xia Youxin curled up on the sofa. The soft light shone on the white nightdress of Xia Youxin, lining the skin like snow.

Ye Qianmo walked in, Xia You still held his mobile phone in his hands, frowned, and Ye Qianmo pulled out his mobile phone gently, shocked Xia Youxin.

Xia Youxin got up and rubbed his eyes and said, "You are back."

Xia Youxin, who just woke up, was a confused expression that Ye Qianmo often saw, but under his expression, Ye Qianmo found that he knew that Xia Youxin might be less than expected.

"What's wrong with you? Are you uncomfortable?" Xia Youxin looked at Ye Qianmo's attention, and asked strangely.

Ye Qianmo's hand slowly stroked Xia Youxin's waist. From the waist gradually, Xia Youxin wanted to hide, and his loose pajamas showed a beautiful scenery.

Ye Qianmo's palm was not slow and slow, and his eyes stared at Xia Youxin. This sense of oppression and the light of light made Xia Youxin be inexplicable.

"Don't be here." Xia Youxin bit his lips and resisted his voice without venting his voice.

Ye Qianmo picked up Xia Youxin, returned to the room to put Xia Youxin on a soft large bed. His fingers quietly depicting the outline of Xia Youxin's face.

Xia Youxin raised his eyes accidentally, seeing the opponent's full of lustful eyes seemed to be mixed with, sad? A hint of anger?

Ye Qianmo's emotions disappeared quickly. After the soft caress, Ye Qianmo looked at the blurry Xia Youxin and could only vent his anger in this way.

The next day, when Xia Youxin woke up, it was almost nine o'clock. In the dining room, the nanny was feeding Ye Chuqing to eat. Ye Qianmo was sitting at the table to read the newspaper.

"Why don't you ask me to get up?" Xia Youxin reached out and thought of crossing Ye Qianmo with the orange juice on the table. Ye Qianmo suddenly hid beside him.

Xia Youxin looked at Ye Qianmo, who responded hugely, murmured, "Sorry, disturb you?" Ye Qianmo stood up and put the newspaper on the desktop and touched Xia Youxin's head, smiled and smiled
Chapter completed!