Chapter 82

After figuring this out, Ling Han is surprised and happy. She also has a trace of unknown complex emotions. She thinks that this pair of dog men are very affectionate. As a result, they can't last long.

Ling Han hooked the corner of her lips and said slowly, "he drank wine last night. I don't know why he came to my room. He said that my ancient costume looks like Bai zice. He also said that he missed Bai zice very much."

While saying these words, Ling Han's eyes have been staring at Yixu, trying to capture any subtle change of expression on his face.

In autumn, the rare sun is dim and shining, and the cold wind blows through people's skin, with a cool feeling.

After Ling Han finishes his words, Yixu in front of him suddenly falls into a strange silence. His body and expression are extremely stiff, as if he had become a stone statue.

Ling Han continued slowly: "Mr. Zhu said that he and Bai zice are very good friends. I don't know if they are true, Mr. Yi?"

Ling Han doesn't know whether these words have lethality. At present, judging from Yixu's twisted expression, they probably have. Is it difficult to become a thorn between Zhu Beixian and Yixu after his death? Is Zhu Beixian really missing himself

Self? That's ridiculous.

I don't cherish it when I was alive, but I miss it when I die. This kind of nostalgia is just a way to reduce my guilt. If he really came back from the dead and stood in front of him, I'm afraid he would not hesitate to kill himself again.

The more you think about it, the more angry you are.

Ling Han sneers. No matter whether the guess is true or not, he doesn't mind using it if Bai zice's incident can hit them.

"Does Mr. Yi have anything else to ask?" Take a breath secretly, Ling Han asks lightly.

Yixu seems to calm down some kind of intense emotion, shoulders slightly droop, glare at him, turn and stride away.

Looking at his back, Ling Han suddenly remembers that Zhu Beixian said he would invite him to dinner last night. If he told Yixu about it just now, would Yixu be mad?

Ling Han looks around expectantly, trying to find Zhu Beixian. To his disappointment, Zhu Beixian is not there.

That's right. He won't come. Some people are more and more disgusted when they are chasing people. But Zhu Beixian doesn't. his EQ is very high. If he can see that the other person is disgusted with himself, he can't

If he is close to him, he will step back a certain distance and wait for the other party's evil feeling to subside before making another move.

He must have seen that he hated him and would not do thankless things at such a time when he refused him so firmly yesterday.

So

Ling Han suddenly remembers one thing. She subconsciously wants to take out her mobile phone from her pocket, but when she touches the bottom hem of her Hanfu, she reacts that her mobile phone is in her pants pocket.

Taking back her hand, Ling Han ponders as she walks forward. Could the "good night" message last night belong to Zhu Beixian?

If it's really his, does he regard himself as a hunting target?

Ling Han has goose bumps all over her body, and her chest is filled with unspeakable nausea.

No, I haven't been in GMG for a day or two. If he has a crush on me, why wait until now? And some time ago also had a conflict with him, he is sick will be interested in themselves!

"Your lunch box." The voice of the director of life calls him back to his senses. Ling Han returns to her senses. After taking the lunch box, she says thank you and goes to the table nearby to sit down. Just as she sat down, there was a crackling sound behind her. It seemed that something had fallen on the ground. Ling Han turned her head and saw that the little field recorder who had taken a picture for her not long ago was squatting on the ground, frantically cleaning up the field record board.

Ling Han puts down her lunch box and gets up to help her pick up the nearest black field record board.

"Here you are."

The girl holds the board in her arms in a flurry. Suddenly, she hears a mellow male voice and raises her head.

The young man bent slightly above, blocking his upward vision. He is very white, very clean, clean almost transparent, autumn light sunlight seems to shine through his body to his body, he just stood in the sun, bent, stretched out his slender hand

So transparent, clean people

In a trance, it seems that she saw an angel.

Slightly over the line of sight, you can see the distant and clear blue sky through his shoulder.

The sky is very blue.

"Ling Han!" After blurting out the young man's name, Zha Li fell

The girl's face, inch by inch red. She quickly stood up, took the board in Ling Han's hand, and said in a soft voice that she would not normally use: "thank you."The voice is very soft, lady. If my friends heard it, they would be surprised. Would such a lady be that crazy little fox?

"Do you want me to deliver it for you?" The gentle male voice once again said that the hands stretched out by the other side were white, slender, and well-defined. They were a pair of extremely beautiful hands.

The girl's heart has begun to lick. It's so happy to have a little fresh meat who values himself so much. But she still can distinguish the priorities, let others a man three to give himself a small field record, isn't it too big?

"No!" She quickly said that she had a fever on her face. She rushed away with the board in her arms. If she stayed, she felt that she had difficulty breathing.

So handsome!

It's just the type she likes!

When she finished packing up and rushed back to get the lunch box, she found that the food was not good

The box has been picked up.

"No more?"

On a clear day, a thunderbolt fell on her head. The girl's heart broke into glass slag on the spot. She worked hard for a long time and was finally arranged to finish the work. Did she even have to eat?

God knows she didn't even have breakfast.

"I have one more here." Is feeling hungry flat stomach depressed incomparable time, behind the back came the familiar pleasant male voice.

Hurriedly turned his head, he saw Ling Han standing in front of him, a good-looking hand holding an untouched lunch box.

The eyes of the female field record suddenly lit up, and her eyes involuntarily stuck to the lunch box, and her throat swallowed uncontrollably.

"This..."

"Here you are." The man seems to see her desire, mouth slightly raised, showing a faint smile. Female field record some dizzy, looks so good-looking really fouls, simply according to their own mind the most perfect man long.

When she came back to herself, she found that she had already grasped the lunch box in her hand.

Ah, ah! What should I do with the lunch box given by man God? Don't want to eat, want to treasure for a lifetime.