Chapter 26 (1/2)

The name ”brother Linghan” can be traced back to ten years ago. At that time, Linghan's biological mother Wen Qingwan had died for more than half a year, and her father's new wife Jiang Meilan married ye Huanyan to the Lings. It seems that there is nothing to criticize. In that year, because his mother was seriously ill, he just came back from abroad and gradually took over the company of his family. He had several houses that his mother had bought for him, and he didn't need to live with them day and night. He didn't care about Jiang Meilan's behavior. He didn't care about his daughter

Personally, I don't think much about my father's private life.

The only thing he and ye Huanyan had in common in the first year was that they would go to the old house every Saturday and Sunday to have a ”harmonious” dinner with their family. They were kind to each other, filial to each other, and respectful to each other. No matter what, they wanted to make the old lady happy.

When his father introduced Jiang Meilan and ye Huanyan to him for the first time, he had just finished a project of the company. He was in a good mood with small achievements. When he saw the pure girl standing beside Jiang Meilan who was completely different from this woman's temperament, there seemed to be something strange in his heart.

”Linghan, this is your aunt Jiang's daughter, ye Huanyan. She will be your sister in the future. You should take care of her more.”

”Call brother quickly.”

”People don't agree. Isn't that good?”

This is what ye Huanyan said at that time, twisting the corner of her school uniform coat. It was also the first sentence he heard him say. Her voice was sweet and tender.

Ling Han's father began to laugh. His laughter was so bright that he had rarely seen it since he was sensible. He was secretly surprised. He was also amused by Ye Huanyan's ”sensible” appearance.

”Linghan, don't mind. My daughter has been shy since she was a child...”

Jiang Meilan said that it wasn't a few days after going out, and it was Saturday again. Ling Han drove to the old lady's house for dinner. As soon as he entered the door, he was scared by a white glutinous rice ball falling from the persimmon tree at the door.

Ye Huanyan pats her buttocks and stands up from the ground. Seeing him stunned, she spreads out her hand and hands him a huge persimmon. The orange red persimmon in her hand looks like a piece of jade.

”Well, do you want to eat it? This is the biggest one. ”

At that time, his pale face slowly climbed into the color of blood, the corners of his mouth slowly hooked a radian, and his voice was gentle with a trace of fun, ”I don't call that...”

After a whole year, the intersection gradually increased. I don't know how ye Huanyan became a small tail behind him. Every day, Ling Han's elder brother kept shouting.

He lives alone in the house outside. She always has reason to come to him and harass him. She often hears the taste of the food at home as soon as she comes back from work, and she doesn't know how she can know the password on his door.

”What did you do?”