Sure enough, there was a potted plant in front of her.
It turned out that it was the potted plant that tripped her up just now.
She glanced at Ye Fan with a blushing face, her heart beating fiercely, and she stammered, "I...I..."
She felt a little upset.
After listening to Uncle Cao's words, she knew that she had no hope and gave up all thoughts of liking him.
But as soon as he appeared, she became so nervous that she couldn't even speak clearly.
When she thought that he had just caught her, her heart beat wildly, as if it was no longer hers.
A slight blush appeared on her face, she bit her lip and lowered her head shyly.
Her chin was suddenly lifted, and cold fingers gently scratched her skin, causing her to shiver.
He stared at her, his eyes focused, and he slid his fingers on her red cheeks. He frowned, and there was a trace of doubt in his eyes. He stared at her for a moment, let go of his hand, and murmured in a low voice, "Why does it happen every time?"
The next time I see you, I will have a very familiar feeling."
He spoke in a low voice, but Xia Ruowei still heard him.
Huh?
How is this going?
Didn't Mr. Ye let her stay because she looked like his wife?
Why would you say such incomprehensible words again?
"Mr. Ye, do I... look like your wife?" She was really curious and couldn't help but ask.
Ye Fan suddenly changed his expression, stared at her with his dark green eyes and said, "What did you say? My wife?"
Xia Ruowei frowned and said hesitantly, "Didn't Mr. Ye keep me because I look like the young lady? Mr. Cao said that Mr. Ye brought many women back, including me, because we looked like the young lady.
Madam, that’s why you stayed with us and said that even though you and the young lady had a misunderstanding and separated, the young lady will definitely come back to you in the future."
There was a buzz in Ye Fan's head, and he stared down at her for a moment. His eyes were obviously full of secrets, but his face was still calm, "What else did he say to you?"
Xia Ruowei bit her lip, hesitated for a few seconds, and said slowly, "Mr. Cao said... you love your wife very much, and the only person you like is her. You two are only separated temporarily."
Ye Fan held back the doubts and shock in his heart, rubbed his forehead, and said, "Don't say these words to anyone else again."
After leaving these words, he turned and left.
Xia Ruowei stood there until his back disappeared around the corner of the corridor, still reluctant to leave.
There's still...his scent in the air.
She breathed greedily and slowly closed her eyes, as if she was intoxicated in a beautiful dream, but there was a sad expression on her face.
Freshly picked lilies are placed in a white bone china vase on the black desk.
There are dewdrops rolling on the white petals.
The blinds were opened, and the sunlight rushed in through the gaps and fell on the big black desk.
The desk is surrounded by antique bookshelves.
On the bookshelf, every row is filled with books.
Although there are many books, they are arranged very neatly, and each column is labeled so that readers can find the books they need as quickly as possible.
Ye Fan sat on a comfortable and soft leather chair and opened the email. His eyes were immediately attracted by a few words on the computer screen.
Tong Caiwei, the third runner-up in the Milan Fashion Design Competition, participated in the design work.
"Tong Caiwei..."
My heart seemed to be suddenly touched by something, giving rise to an indescribable feeling.