C241 (2/2)

”The school is too noisy, so the exam won't be good this year. You can wait until next year, if you like. ”This year …”

Since Yin Yijie had said so, he must have already had some ideas.

He spoke slowly, without the usual domineering tone, but the meaning was almost the same.

I shook my head, interrupting him. I will face my own problems. I'm not a house cat.

I said, ”I will walk my own path. If you want to do something, just do it, don't worry about me. ”

I don't like a man who gambles with my son, even if he doesn't want to.

I don't want to, I'm afraid, I can't gamble.

Or, to put it another way, my baby and I became his constraints, making him make painful sacrifices, so let me go far away.

I want to be an eagle, and believe him to be an eagle, I don't want to be a burden to him, just as I don't want to exist under his wings.

Yin Yi Kui kissed my forehead for a long time, unwilling to let it go.

The hustle and bustle of the world only made the room quieter and quieter.

The nurse brings me newspapers every day, but I'm not much interested.

Occasionally, I remembered, I had a few books.

Reading was a very good thing. No matter the time or place, it could bring many benefits.

The young master was known as Huai Su, while the calligraphy under the heavens called him a lone wolf.

Mo Chi flew out from the Northern Sea Fish, slaying all of the Zhongshan rabbits with his brush …

After my teacher got drunk, he leaned on the rope bed and swept through thousands of them.

The wind blew, the rain fell, the snow fell …

He was like a frightened ghost, only seeing dragons and serpents walking at all times.

His brows furrowed like lightning, he started to fight against Chu Han...

Zhang Dian is old enough to die, but my master is not old enough.

In ancient times, everything was expensive, so there was no need for Auntie Gongsun to dance.

The last sentence was too profound for me to understand even after several days of looking at it.

Huaisu Book, why did it have to do with Auntie Gongsun?

Pointing to Yin Yijie, I think, we …

He might not necessarily end up as the enemy of the clan. If he were to ask a question, wouldn't it be against his intentions?

”Huai Su said that the inspiration for his cursive script came from Auntie Gongsun's slurping. Li Bai said that he was a natural born prodigy.”

Ye Zichen replied straightforwardly.

Touch my head, my hair is dry, my heart is wet again.

Last night Fan Kui came and shouted for a long time, as if Old Sixth had stopped him.

I feel a little sour in my heart.

For me, he fought with Lady Fan. Thinking about this, I... He made up his mind.

So, when we're together, I try to relax.

Anyway, he gave me the baby.

All the happiness in my life was given to me by him. Wouldn't it be unfair if I had to blame it on him?

”Sit on the bed?”

Yin Yijie carried me down when I was washing my hair, but my legs were particularly inconvenient.

But I'm tired of sitting on the bed.

He knew it at a glance.

After letting me sit there for a long time, I must have been worried that my legs weren't feeling well.

I nodded. He came every day at random, sometimes in a hurry.

Thus, I sat quietly on the bed for his sake.

Yin Yi Kui kissed my clean hair.

Yin Yijie carried me to the bed and straightened my clothes bit by bit, as if I was paralyzed.

”Can I stay tonight?”

Yin also leaned on the bed, looking at me and asking.

Me, Mo.

I don't know what he means.

Ye Zichen raised his eyebrows and looked at him.

”Remove the plaster tomorrow, I want to see...” ”Is there anything wrong with that?”

Yin Yijie had a cool look on his face. He felt that this was really the case.

I gently lifted my hand and touched his forehead. Needless to say, compared to how I was previously, it had only been ten days or so. My eyes were sunken in, my eyes were big black circles, and my face was thin.

Slightly depressed, Zhang Xuan's gaze grew cold and dignified, causing one to feel fear just by looking at him.

What could be clearer than this?

It doesn't seem necessary to use a trick to deal with me, does it?

Maybe it wasn't because of me that she was thin, but because she cherished me a little. She didn't care about the reason, she only cared about the result.

Yin Yijie rolled behind me, pursed his lips and lowered his head, still kissing the space between my eyebrows.

I didn't ask why.

Maybe a little; but not really.

I just feel my heart ache, just like my baby.

I asked:

”That matter, not only Fan Ji was jealous, but her father was also involved? ”Or …”

Yin Yijie grabbed my hand and kissed the back of my hand. He stroked my hair and said in a low voice:

”Don't worry.” I'll take care of these things. ”What's owed to me, what's owed to my son, and what's owed to Ke Er, must be returned.”

Well, I guessed right, I said, pointing to the morning paper.

”Are you just going to give him the Forest Restaurant? ”Then …”

The newspaper said that Yen's intention was to concentrate on the core industries, both pharmaceutical and upstream and downstream industries, and to strengthen the core competitiveness; therefore, he began to divest some of the peripheral non-related industries.

The hotel was one of them.

Yin Yijie stopped and looked at me. He withdrew his stern expression and said casually:

”Although the investment in the hotel is large, the profits are average. If they do not manage well, they will lose out soon. I put a lot of liquidity in there, and my people... ”