said, 'You A gold medal lawyer Those people are blind or have water in their brains'""He Hanchuan, you're lucky to have a friend like me in your life! Just be happy with that, because only I can put...Hearing Ye Zehan's words, Xiang Wan's eyes flashed a hint of surprise.
She originally thought Ye Zehan would be very unwelcome, but the answer she said turned out to be completely beyond her expectations.
"You don't mind" Xiang Wan asked again.
"Mm." Ye Zehan gestured towards the hall and reminded in a low voice, "Find a spot and sit down."
"Okay." Xiangwan nodded obediently.
She was about to take a step when Ye Zehan suddenly grabbed her arm, his voice low and serious as he warned her, "Stop."
W向晚's feet froze, her eyes filled with confusion as she looked at him.
"What's wrong"
Ye Zehan raised his hand and gently caressed her cheek, "There's something dirty."
Saying that, he raised his fingertip to wipe the dark spot on her face, and said helplessly, "You're all grown up, how can you still make this kind of mistake"
"I..."
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Next, she tilted her head back slightly, staring at Ye Zehan in astonishment!
"You are, you..."
A flash of excitement appeared in Xiang Wan's eyes.
Before she could even open her mouth, Ye Zehan raised his hand to press it against her lips. “Shh, don’t speak,” he said softly.
"Be good and wait for me, I'll give you an explanation, okay"
"Hmm!"
向晚 nodded forcefully, but her eyes looking at Ye Zehan were filled with excitement.
It's him!
Yet, a powerful thought kept resounding in her mind, relentlessly telling her that he was He Hanchuan.
He's back!
After saying all that, Ye Zehan turned and left.
While A-wei stared intently at his retreating figure, her gaze lingering for a long time. Tears welled up in her eyes.
Meng Lan hurried closer to her, her eyes full of concern. "What's wrong"
"It was him."for someone to pretend to be a nanny to get close to Taotao and them, she was now on high alert and didn't dare to easily trust anyone >>> 。The more Lu Yancen spoke, the more mistakes he made. 。If he...
