Agent Baby I President Daddy You Demon

【361 has nothing to do with you】

"Why don't you hug me and ask questions, as long as you hug me, I will answer, how about that?"

He likes to play this kind of game very much. At that time, his major was much stronger than his own. She was just emerging at that time. Most of the problems left by the tutor were solved with his help.

The condition for answering the question is that she has to take the initiative to hug him. If she let go, he won't say a word, and An Yi often jumps her feet in anger.

An Yi frowned, bent down slowly, and sat lightly on the white cashmere carpet, her body was close to his slender body, her face was along his arms, and she lay on his lap...

"You actually remember everything," Ye Ran smiled, "I even remember that I like you and hug you like this."

"Answer my question first." An Yi lowered her eyes, unwilling to look up at him.

"The medicine is for children aged six to ten," Yeran really answered, "You should know who the injection was given to."

It's stone!

An Yi turned angry, raised her palm and hit him in the stomach, "No matter what purpose Diderot has, Shitou is only an eight-year-old child, how could you do it!"

Grabbing her fist, Ye Ran sighed, "Because I want to take you back."

This is the condition that Diderot allowed him to bring An Yi into the laboratory.

An Yi withdrew his fist in frustration, clutching the corner of his clothes with both hands, "Where are the research materials for the drug?"

"Diderot's."

"Can you get it?"

"I haven't tried it. Diderot has a weird temper, and I don't know it personally."

"Does Diderot usually come to your place?"

"Rarely, he always sleeps on the bed, and there are more opportunities to meet the mask."

"Mask?" An Yi looked up, "Is it the man in the last plane?"

"He has a very close relationship with the Nangong family." Seeing her looking up at him, Ye Ran couldn't help but smile, "He's a man who's not what he looks like, and who serves Diderot wholeheartedly."

"Yes..." An Yi said in a low voice, "Nangong Mo?"

He smiled without saying a word, without denying it.

An Yi frowned and began to think, and couldn't help but start to worry about Zhizhi. She was the one who trusted Nangong Mo the most from the beginning to the end, and she was afraid that she would be harmed because of her trust!

"Baby, why don't you ask questions about me?" Ye Ran reminded, gently stroking her cheek with her fingers, "It seems that you really regard yourself as a member of the Nangong family."

Opening his hand, An Yi snorted, "The Nangong family is my benefactor, and also the main family I will follow for the rest of my life. Of course, I have to pay more attention to it, and you? Because you don't care, so there is nothing to ask."

"About me and that him, you are not interested?"

Yeran bent down and approached her suddenly, the tips of her noses were almost facing each other, and the cool breath began to climb and walk on her face...

An Yi pondered for a while, "I'm just curious about this disease. Judging from your previous experience with the disease, it's impossible for you to know what your other personality has done, but he told me that you have established some kind of communication. Way, when you come back from the plane, it is obvious that you also clearly understand what he has done and how did he do it?"

"You will always understand." He stretched out his hand and pinched her face, "Because you have to stay by my side all the time, so you will fully understand everything about me in the future."

Although this was an ambiguous answer, it was enough for An Yi to stop asking.

Yeran even answered Diderot's questions, and there was nothing else worth keeping.

Since he said so, she also believed that she would figure it out soon.

Raising his head, An Yi let go of him and was about to get up, but he grabbed her hand again, raised his eyebrows sideways, "You really don't want to leave me a single question?"

"I don't want to repeat the same words all the time." When she went to push away his hand, she saw that he was still wearing a very childish hand-knitted bracelet that she had given him on his wrist. gone."

He laughed, "There's no reason to take back what you gave away."

An Yi grabbed his wrist, untied it roughly and destroyed it, destroyed all the braided ropes, tore them up and threw them into the trash can, her face was reddish, and she was panting slightly.

Seeing her being so rude and eager to destroy the thing, he didn't speak, patted her on the head, and said with a smile: "Idiot."

It was as if he got up like this every time he finished talking about those troublesome academic research theories many years ago, patted her head with a smile, and said these two words.

"Do not touch me!"

The images that have never been echoed in these years have been presented completely and clearly in her mind in just one day, and she was stunned again and again by the sight of the lights. When she thought of the fact that she still loved him, An Yi felt like a knife was twisting her heart, Unable to control herself, she wanted to get angry at him, to resist his approaching her again.

In the villa in Z City, when she watched him remind and harass her provocatively again and again, she only felt that she only hated Yeran.

Now, she wasn't sure.

Will a person fall in love with the man who hurt you twice?

If it was before she was arrested, she must have said with disdain as a matter of course, that a good horse will never turn back.

Now, she dare not shake her head.

Her body suddenly flew into the air, and Ye Ran picked her up and put her on the bed.

His voice was as soft as cotton wool, but it rang in his ears, "I also ask you a question, can you answer me seriously?"

An Yi pursed her lips and said nothing.

"You said that it would be better to leave me." He circled her body and whispered in her ear, "But why are you so skinny?"

His arms tightened suddenly, wrapping her thin body tightly.

An Yi bit her lip, afraid that if she spoke, she would cry.

"Baby, you still love me, right?" Ye Ran's voice was so clear, yet so far away.

An Yi should have avoided such an embrace, and tried everything possible to keep this man away, but when he heard him asking herself, her chest began to feel tight, her breathing was difficult, and even her mind went blank.

Can't think.

Unable to refute.

She closed her eyes, as if a drowning person couldn't break free from the ever-expanding vortex, there was no negative tone, only such a soft voice and such a weak tone remained.

"Nothing to do with you."

(I am a hard-working child today, five o'clock...so there is another o'clock at ten o'clock in the evening^_^)