Chapter 110 (1/2)

Ye Huanyan fell to the ground and snorted in pain. There was a sound of opening and closing the door behind her. She was stiff all over and struggled to get up from the ground.

Ling Han leaned over and stretched out his hand to her. He had no expression on his face and could not see good or evil,

”Get up.”

Ye Huanyan holds one hand on the ground and encourages her to support half of her body. At this time, she sees Ling Han stretching out his hand towards her. Her heart moves slightly. She thinks that he just turned a blind eye to him by the pool. Maybe he just doesn't want to expose their relationship in front of the public.

There is a little comfort in my heart,

”When you lose face in front of so many people, do you think you lose your face alone?”

This sentence made her raise her hand and hang on her side,

”Still as brainless as ever.”

Ling Han frowned and looked a little disgusted. Seeing that she didn't move, he frowned deeper. He simply picked her up and threw her into the bathroom.

With a ”hula,” the bathroom door was pulled up, isolating the two,

”Even a few 18 line artists can ride on your head. You are tired of being the chief secretary.”

A series of satires made ye Huanyan's body gradually stiff. She stood for a long time holding the glass door of the bathroom shower. She watched the tall figure behind the frosted door of the bathroom shaking faintly. Every word of sarcasm poked in her heart, bleeding until she was numb.

I don't know how long later, the shadow at the door disappeared, she finally slowly breathed out a breath, turned on the shower head, and poured cold water from her head. She was excited all over, and her brain was sober.

This trip to Bali was originally expected to be a bad one, but now it seems that there is no big gap.

She took a shower in the cold water. When she turned off the shower, she suddenly found that she had no clothes with her.

Looking up at the white towel on the towel rack, she frowned and subconsciously looked at the direction of the bathroom door.

Linghan should have gone.

She walked out of the bathroom barefoot, wrapped in a bath towel and hair. As soon as she stepped out of the bathroom door, she saw a figure on the sofa, with a hotel magazine on her knee. She leaned against the sofa cushion, closed her eyes and breathed evenly.

She steps a meal, there is a trace of panic on the face, subconsciously covered the chest towel.

It seems that... I fell asleep.

With a slight sigh of relief, she crept toward the suitcase she had left beside her bed.

She took her pajamas out of the suitcase and looked back in her arms. After confirming that Ling Han was fast asleep, she crept back to the bathroom with her pajamas in her arms. When she closed the door, it inevitably made a noise. She suddenly closed her eyes and quickly locked them.

On the sofa, Ling Han slowly opened his eyes, leisurely picked up the magazine on his knee, got up and walked toward the bed.

In the bathroom,