Chapter 297 (1/2)

At jinjiangyuan villa, Linghan comes into the house with a suit.

Lingling carefully observed his face, ”the young master is back, the food is ready.”

Ling Han left his coat on the sofa and walked calmly towards the second floor.

Lingling stood in the living room, looking back at a table of dishes and sighing silently.

After ye Huanyan left, the house was not angry at all. The young master's temper was uncertain. Although she was paid a high salary, she felt uncomfortable all over.

Ling Han goes into the bedroom, pulls in the safe, and takes out the napkin portrait which is not much bigger than the palm. She gave it to Su mang to repair it. After repairing it, she adds a wooden photo frame outside to make a special seal, which is very flat.

There are only a few ballpoint pen portraits, but they are full of verve, with a gentle smile at the corners of eyes and eyebrows.

That's who I was eight years ago.

Or the self in ye Huanyan's heart eight years ago.

He never felt that he was a gentle person. Whether to his friends or family, he always seemed to be very impatient when they were there.

After leaving home in his teens, he lived in the United States. When he turned 18, he moved out and rented a bachelor's apartment. He had never seen the real feelings, nor did he remember how his parents got along with each other before Jiang Meilan appeared in Ling Dongming's life.

He is emotionally flawed, he does not deny, but there is no coping strategy.

That portrait is a special one among the gadgets ye Huanyan gave him. In fact, he still has a lot of things she gave him intentionally or unintentionally, such as the statue of liberty with a big thumb tied by a red rope, the bouncing frog, a pink pen and gloves with a white plush ball.

Deep in the safe, there was a scarf half knitted.

Ye Huanyan's hand-made work is very good. The half he weaves is very smooth. The gray cashmere feels warm. The needle falls off the thread halfway through the weaving. At that time, he just received the news of Lingdong Ming's accident.

Later, the scarf did not continue to weave, and he quietly put it away.

In the past, many things were locked in this safe by him, and many memories were locked in together.

It's not until he looks at ye Huanyan's cold attitude towards himself these two days, and sees that today she gets on Su Nianhua's car without looking back, and that the man on the car is smiling and doting, that he suddenly finds that what he has lost is his whole world.

It seems that she should be angry. If she used to be herself, she would rush up and drag ye Huanyan home. She would scold her severely and humiliate her verbally. She would ask her how she is so unruly and shameless.