The Problem with Marrying Rich: Out of the Way, Ex

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At night, the castle is extremely quiet. It is far from the bustling city, and at night there is a kind of tranquility that is only in the countryside.

He Xiyan came out of the bathroom. She wrapped a light pink bathrobe, which was as long as her ankle. She almost wrapped her whole body like a mule. She also wore a pair of light woolen slippers on her feet and stepped on the soft There was no sound on the carpet.

As soon as she came out, she saw Ye Hao sitting at the computer desk with both hands quickly typing. He had finished washing and was wearing a bathrobe of the same style as He Xiyan, but his one was dark blue.

At this moment, he frowned deeply, his gaze was like a torch, and he completely focused on what he was dealing with. He didn't find the woman behind him.

From a distance, He Xiyan can see a huge network map displayed on the computer screen, like a map, but there are buildings one after another, like a stronghold.

It should be the company's project information map. He Xiyan didn't ask. When men focus on work, they hate women to disturb, such as her ex-husband. So she was very interesting, didn't entangle him, and didn't say a word.

She found a drawing board from a cabinet not far away, and sat cross-legged on the sofa. She has been studying painting since she was 7 years old, and even admitted to college with her specialty. She is also a good painter. Although she is not as good as a painter, she can at least draw some charm. She is good at hand-drawn sketches, of course, Chinese paintings, oil paintings, etc. will also be a little bit, just can't get on the table.

She gently held the brush in her hand, and her eyes fell on Ye Hao.

Just draw you, she pouts and smiles.

She has painted many people, but this is the first time he has painted him.

Draw lightly, the sound of the brush snoring on the drawing paper rang in the room. She drew very seriously. She looked at him for a while and looked at the picture. Every time she wrote carefully, she was afraid to make him ugly.

She usually draws people's sketches for only a dozen minutes, but this time it took an hour. Of course, this time the painting is also more expressive.

She dropped the paintbrush and stared at him tightly. She is painting him who is busy in front of the computer at this time. In the painting, he has a deep brows, thin lips, a condensed gaze, a handsome face with a fortitude and solidness, and is doing his work intently.

He Xiyan took off the drawing paper and set it on the coffee table aside. She thinks he sees the expression of God horse?

It was ten o'clock in the evening, and it was late at night, and she was a little sleepy, but still did not bother him. She quietly went to the bathroom and changed a set of silk pajamas, then lifted the quilt, got into the quilt, and slept habitually on the side, because she was the easiest to fall asleep in this sleeping position.

When she fell asleep, the bedroom's lights were turned off somehow, leaving only a small light on the bedside and dim light.

He Xiyan faintly heard a sound from the man, and she moved to the bed, but before she moved, the man's arm stretched out and pulled her into his arms.

"Yan Yan ..." Ye Hao's hand fell on her forehead, and pinned a long strand of hair on her face behind her ears.

He Xiyan said, although she was not asleep, she was a little confused. She moved her neck, but didn't notice that her face had reached the neck of the man, and the exhaled breath instantly inspired the man's instinct.

Soon, before she could react, those two thin lips fell into the man's mouth.