Chapter 142 (2/2)

”Song Lin, Song Lin...”

Her voice was soon drowned in the cheers of boys and girls. The upsurge caused by the goal on the basketball court beside her completely covered her voice.

Song Lin is bowing his head to wipe sweat, and a player pokes him,

”Ah, there's a beautiful woman. It seems she's looking for you, song Lin...”

”Don't talk nonsense, what...” Yu Guang in the corner of Song Lin's eyes glanced at a figure, and suddenly raised his head, not daring to set the channel,

”Secretary ye...”

Ye Huanyan trots all the way with the box in her arms. She walks through the boys' whistles and finally comes to song Lin,

Tired of panting, ”I found you...”

At the school's plane, the leaves of Wutong Avenue fell, and ye Huan Yan drank water while he subsided the heart of his high load, which was not sustained for a long time.

Xiao Song held the paper box, ”Secretary ye, how did you find the basketball court?”

”What your aunt SuGuan told me...” ye Huanyan breathed out slowly,

”You don't answer your phone call. Fortunately, I remember your major, and fortunately, all of you, your major, live in the same building.”

That batch of invitation cards, as expected, had been sent out by Xiao Song. The hope was shattered, and ye Huanyan was doomed to have to wait in this place for the next day when the post office collected the express delivery to explain.

”And now what?” Xiao Song scratched his head and felt sorry.

I didn't have to be in such a hurry to send it.

Ye Huanyan patted the box and sighed,

”Is there any quiet place in your school? You have to lend me a place to stay up all night. These invitation cards have to be changed

Little song was slightly stunned, ”more than 3000 copies?”

”Not so many. Three thousand people are enough. In addition to some employees and their partners' families, there are only 2159 invitation cards, 50 of which need to be handwritten.”

Even so, one night is enough.

”Sister ye, I can ask my classmates for help...”

”No, the less people know about it, the better.” Ye Huanyan refused,

”Just help me find a place to stay up all night, and then you can go back to rest.” Looking at ye Huanyan's tired face, Song Lin was very unhappy. He frowned, ”Secretary ye, I have no class tomorrow. I can help you.” Ye Huanyan took a look at him and thought that with so many invitation cards, she and Xiao Dong might not be able to finish them, so they didn't refuse. In jinjiangyuan villa, Linghan sleeps by the head of the bed several times and wakes up several times intermittently. At night, when he opens the sliding door between the bedrooms, he finds that ye Huanyan has not come back. He frowned, looked at the phone book, pondered for a long time, or closed the phone, turned over on the bed. I didn't sleep all night until the next morning, when a ray of sunshine from the window came into my bedroom. The man on the bed opened his eyes and opened the door. Still didn't come back. It's not the first time that she doesn't go home at night, but every time there are omens. What happened this time? He quickly dialed the phone, rang for a while, the other end of the phone came a man's voice“ Hello, hello... ”The man's voice was obviously a little hoarse. At the end of the phone, Ling Han frowned, his face sank quickly, and his voice was dull.” who are you? What about ye Huanyan? ”“ Secretary ye, she's next to me. She's asleep. ” Smell speech, Ling Han's face suddenly sink to the extreme, in the eyes flash clear cold awn, he suddenly stood up, raised the volume, emotion is too excited, so that the tone with a strong tremor, ”what did you do to her? Let ye Huanyan answer the phone? Why is her mobile phone in your hand... ”The other end of the phone seems to be scared, silent for several seconds, for a long time just stumbling to say a word,”... I'm Xiao Song, Secretary ye, she... ”Ling Han's voice is very cold, as if with the rage to kill, on the other end of the phone,” I don't care who you are, where is ye Huanyan now? ” The phone is suddenly hung up, and Song Lin's brow is wrinkled by the loud noise. He pulls his mobile phone away from his ear. The inexplicable content of the phone he just talked to the boss makes him feel at a loss. The corner of his eye glances at ye Huanyan, who is lying on the table asleep. He yawns vaguely. Then he takes a look at the time on the mobile phone, and bounces up abruptly, This Novell has been translated byand if you are reading this somewhere, they have stolen our translation