When she was with Ye Hanyu before, she lived in this room, but she didn't expect that after five years, the facilities in the room, and even the items, had not been touched, and they were still in their original positions, keeping them as they were.

This is true not only of her room, but of the entire Santa Fe Garden.

At the bottom of my heart, I was suddenly moved with some happiness.

Her gaze circled, a familiar feeling enveloped her, and Huang Xinying's eyes were slightly moist.

She slid off the bed and walked lightly on the floor barefoot, the cold touch transmitted to her brain through the soles of her feet, making her head, which was still a little drowsy, wake up a lot.

She lowered her head and subconsciously glanced at the floor, but was inadvertently attracted by the white bandage on her knee, was it the wound that Ye Hanyu helped her deal with?

Realizing this, my heart seems to flow through a warm current.

In fact, her wound was fine, and she had been medicated, and it was almost healed after one night.

But I still feel so moved, this domineering and ruthless man always uses his awkward methods to care about others, in fact, he is more delicate and considerate than anyone else.

Huang Xinying smiled and looked at the strange and familiar objects around her again.

The room was unusually clean, without a trace of dust, and even with a faint fragrance, it seemed that someone came to clean it every day.

She couldn't help but step forward, walked to the closet, reached out and opened it, and her clothes were still neatly arranged inside, what she looked like when she left, what she is now, there is no trace of moving.

The eyes are like the gently rippling water waves, like the sun shining on the sea, refracting colorful light.

The small gift that Ye Hanyu gave her was neatly placed under the closet, her long eyelashes blinked with some emotion, she thought he had already lost it...

Her gaze unconsciously stayed on them, and it took a long time before she closed the door.

Turning around and reining in her fluctuating thoughts, Huang Xinying took a step and walked out.

When she walked to the door of the room, her footsteps paused, and Huang Xinying lowered her head to look at her bare little feet...

Then she remembered something, turned her head, and glanced around, and finally fell on the pair of slippers that used to belong to her next to the bed.

Huang Xinying folded back, put on her shoes, and walked out again.

When she appeared at the staircase, Ye Hanyu, who had changed into another set of casual clothes, was sitting on the sofa by the floor-to-ceiling window, holding a cup of steaming and fragrant coffee in her hand.

Wearing casual clothes, he gives people a gentle and elegant princely temperament, a little less arrogant, arrogant, domineering, cold, and looks much more approachable.

In every gesture, there is an incomparable dignity and elegance, calm and calm.

Hearing the sound, Ye Hanyu lifted his eyelids from the bottom to the top, his eyebrows were not happy, his eyes swept her lightly, and then he lowered his head and quietly looked at the economic books and periodicals in his hand.

Huang Xinying, who was amazed by his outstanding appearance, had a hot brain, and couldn't turn around for a while, so she fell into his male color without warning, staring at him stupidly.

Maybe it was because she was a little uncomfortable staring at her obsessive gaze, or wondered what she was doing standing at the top of the stairs for so long, Ye Hanyu frowned almost invisibly, and slowly raised the noble head: "Haven't woken up yet?" ”

The moment he raised his head, Huang Xinying also retracted his gaze like an electric shock, and at the same time retracted the eyes that appeared in his eyes, which can be called nymphomaniacs, so when Ye Hanyu looked into her crystal clear eyes, he could only see her eyes as light as normal as water.

Glancing at the wall clock on the wall, it was already past five o'clock in the afternoon.

She came at two o'clock, that is, she slept for more than three hours.

Huang Xinying walked down the stairs, raised her hand uncomfortably, touched the back of her neck, her eyes drifted around, and she asked instead of answering: "Where is Aunt Tong?" ”