I have never told anyone about these things, only me and that man know...
I don’t know why, but I feel a lot more comfortable now that I have said it. Maybe it’s because Han Luoyin is also Chinese.
Although he is not my friend, he can be regarded as a fellow countryman.
After listening to my narration, Han Luoyin didn't say anything, but his eyes flickered with a hint of emotion that I couldn't describe.
It seems like mercy, but it doesn't seem like it is.
It seems that he has experienced something similar.
What kind of past does he have? He and Han Xiye must have an extraordinary past, right? Otherwise, how could these half-brothers leave the Han family and live alone?
His slender big hand gradually stretched towards my face, and when his hand was about to touch my cheek, he stopped instantly.
What does he want to do? Comfort me?
He put down his hand, said nothing, got up, went to the second floor, changed into a suit belonging to Yun Junche, and walked towards the door of the villa.
"I'm going home first. Thank you for your hospitality." After saying this, he opened the door and left.
His back was turned to me, and I couldn't see his expression, but when he said thank you, I could feel how gentle his words were...
Take a look inside the villa...
Mom! From the kitchen to the dining room to the living room, it’s a mess. I feel so tired now that I don’t have the energy to clean up these things. Forget it, it wasn’t me anyway, so I won’t clean it up.
Lying on the sofa and gradually falling asleep, until...
A strong pair of hands pulled me up, and I gradually woke up from my sleep. When I opened my eyes, the sky was getting dark. I looked at the figure in front of me and saw that Yun Junche was back.
There was a trace of anger on his evil expression: "What happened? You want to demolish my house, right?"
He rubbed his sleepy eyes and responded to him nonchalantly: "Your good brother did this. You can settle the score with him."
"You..." The fingers he pointed at me were trembling slightly: "Go and clean up!" His loud roar made my eardrums hurt.
Who did he learn it from? Was it from Han Luoyin? Did he learn how to roar?
He stood up angrily and glared at him: "I'm not the nanny you hired. I want you to take care of me!"
"..." He was basically speechless by me, and sat down on the sofa angrily. I also sat down unceremoniously. After a moment of stalemate, an evil smile appeared on the corner of his mouth, and his big hand moved from