"Yes." the clock answered and turned towards the office door.

"That's right!" Han Lin suddenly shouted, "I don't want a third person to know about the dialogue just now."

"Yes, yes, no third person will know!" Zhong Ying hurried, but before he left the room, he couldn't help saying, "president, sometimes, in fact, it's a good thing to change someone to love. If you can start a new relationship, I think Miss Jun will be very happy!"

Han Lin's face suddenly changed, "shut up!" as if Zhong Ying's words touched some of his taboos.

Zhong sighed and didn't go on. After all, she was just a bystander. She could only point to a lot of words.

The key is that the president needs to be willing.

Just one thing, he is quite strange. What is the relationship between the president and belle? It seems that Baili seems to be a special existence for the president, but the person in the president's heart still seems to be miss junleyan.

What kind of feelings does the president have for belle?

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In the days after the broken jar broke and kissed Han Lin, Bei Li was worried and afraid that Han Lin would come to settle accounts with her.

As a result, there seemed to be no dessert. Anyway, someone still sent snacks, and the hourly worker still came to her door to clean and tidy up according to the previous time.

The days were as calm as before. It seemed that Han Lin didn't intend to settle with her. Bei Li thought to herself, and then relaxed.

As a result, she relaxed for less than a day, and Han Lin suddenly appeared in front of her again.

"Cough... Cough..." Bailey choked fiercely. She almost got stuck in her throat after eating half of the cake just now. "You... Why are you here?"

"Why, do you want me to come?" Han Lin asked.

I really don't want to... Since he came, she thought of that kind of embarrassment. However, he is also the child's father, and he has helped her a lot.

"Are you here... Something?" she thought and asked, and then hurriedly added, "well, if you're asking about the drunkenness that day, what to say and what not to say. In short, I said it and absolutely didn't hide it."

He rubbed his forehead. "I came to you just to have a rest."

Rest? She was stunned. He wanted to rest. Where could he rest? He had to come to her? However, she found that his eyebrows were full of fatigue.

He sat down on the sofa, his eyes closed slightly, and his fingers were still rubbing the corners of his forehead.

"Are you tired?" she asked.

"Yes, tired." he murmured low, but this kind of fatigue was not physical, but spiritual. When he came out of the hospital, he seemed to be shrouded in a sense of fatigue.

When he got on the bus and the driver asked him where to go, he almost subconsciously said her address.

Why did you come to her? Don't you want to go back to the cold villa alone? Or... On her side, he can sweep away some of the tired heaviness?

"I have a very important person who will have an operation tomorrow." his voice suddenly sounded in the living room. "This operation is very important. If it succeeds, she can live. If it fails, she..." his voice trembled and didn't go on.