Hold Ye Shao's thick thighs tightly

Chapter 217 Ownership Issues

Is it really Ye Hao?
He was just her substitute, except for being a little bit angry, he didn't see anything special about him.

Besides, is it really so special that you will be her substitute?
Xia Lin looked at the declassified documents, lost in thought for a long time.

Ye Hao was the person my grandfather was looking for.

If it doesn't represent her, it represents Grandpa, but Grandpa really doesn't need to deal with Ye Sihan, right?
Ye Sihan is now their backer!
There must be something else wrong with this matter!
After a pause, she deleted the declassified file and sent back an email, "Continue to check, it may not be him, this matter is weird."

After returning, she manually cleared the traces and threw the phone aside.

In the military area, not only the signal is blocked, but also special monitoring.

However, her mobile phone is special. Not only does it come with anti-surveillance equipment, but the signal also uses a special frequency band of satellite signals. For her, there is no serious problem.

Of course, because of his special care, she didn't have to confiscate her mobile phone.

I lay down for a while, not wanting to bother anymore.

There are some things, it's useless to bother, not to mention her current task is to raise her baby with peace of mind.

She simply picked up the easel, moved it to the door of the kitchen, set it up, sat there, and began to draw against his back.

Every stroke seems to have a strong affection.

……

I don't know how long it took, but when Ye Sihan turned around, he saw her concentrating on sketching on the drawing board.

He pushed open the door and walked around behind her lightly.

Into the eyes, is his back.

but--

She also added one more person behind him.

But it's not short hair, it's long hair!

Two arms around his waist, leaning on his back.

The whole sketch is very simple, it only outlines the outlines of two people, but because of the skill of the brush and the artistry, it is already lifelike!
Ye Sihan watched for a long time.

Xia Lin was too absorbed and didn't notice him.

It wasn't until he brought out the food and smelled the aroma of the food that he came back to his senses and looked up at Ye Sihan, "I'm hungry."

Ye Sihan, "Yes."

Xia Lin stood up, put down the [-]B pencil, and clapped her hands. Just as she was going to the kitchen to wash her hands, Ye Sihan brought her back from the back, "Toilet."

Xia Lin, "..."

She glanced at Ye Sihan.

Ye Sihan, "Slow down."

Xia Lin responded and ran out of the restaurant.

A few minutes later, when I returned from washing my hands, lunch was already on the table.

She sat down, picked up her chopsticks, and gorged herself.

Ye Sihan glanced at it, started to eat, and asked casually in a low voice, "Do you like painting?"

Xia Lin, "Yes."

Ye Sihan, "A sketch?"

Xia Lin took a bite, shook his head and looked at Ye Sihan, "There are still oil paintings."

painting?

Ye Sihan glanced at the picture on the easel next to him, and asked in a low voice, "Can it be changed into an oil painting?"

Xia Lin looked at Ye Sihan, "Of course I can."

Ye Sihan, "If you're bored, just paint. If you need anything, ask Situ to buy it. Change it into an oil painting."

Xia Lin looked at Ye Sihan, "Captain Ye, is this your recognition of me?"

Ye Sihan sat there, bowed his head, and gracefully picked up a chopstick dish and put it in her bowl, "Of course, the ownership of everything created on my site belongs to me."

Xia Lin, "..."

She turned her head and pointed to the simple drawing on the drawing board, "So it doesn't belong to me now?"

Ye Sihan, "Yes."

Xia Lin looked at Ye Sihan, and smiled charmingly, "But you are mine, so what's yours is mine, isn't it?"

Ye Sihan glanced at Xia Lin with dark eyes, "We'll discuss this issue after we get married."

As soon as the voice fell, the phone rang.

Seeing that it was Cheng Yanqian, he picked it up, "What's the matter?"

Cheng Yanqian, "Fourth Young Master, someone entered the important place last night."

　The second update, the third update, wait for me to write after lunch, okay?

　　
　
(End of this chapter)