The ex-wife with a high price, Gu Shao's favorite

Chapter 1155 The Man Who Frequently Appeared in Her Dreams

Han Yiren was not in the mood to eat, so she ordered a few things casually.

She just wanted to be able to remember the past memories as soon as possible.

Xiao Han's cell phone rang, and he got up to answer a call.

Han Yiren looked at the stage, thinking of going up and playing.

Can she play the piano?

Han Yiren stood up, walked to the stage, and asked politely, "Can I play a song?"

The man got up and gave up his seat to Han Yiren.

Han Yiren sat down and stroked the black and white piano with his slender fingers.

She closed her eyes and played her fingers deftly on the piano keys.

The familiar melody pulled her into a dream.

She could see a tall man's back, but she couldn't see his face clearly.

[Han Yiren, I will never let go of your hand. 】

"Boom..." Han Yiren put his ten fingers on the piano keys, and the keys made harsh sounds.

She slowly opened her eyes, staring at the keys.

Xiao Han glanced back at Han Yiren, and said to the person on the phone: "Do this first."

Xiao Han walked onto the stage and saw Han Yiren's expression in a daze, "Yiren."

Han Yiren moved his eyes and came back to his senses.

"It's so engrossing." Han Yiren stood up and walked off the stage.

Xiao Han looked at her back, then at the piano, and stepped off the stage.

Han Yiren sat back in his seat, clasped his hands on his lap, his fingertips turned white.

The waiter served, and a plate of exquisite dishes was placed on the table.

"These are very nutritious, very suitable for pregnant women to eat." Xiao Han took the food for her.

Han Yiren didn't move.

"Why, it's not to your liking?" Xiao Han saw that she didn't move.

"I'll go to the bathroom first." Han Yiren got up and left in a hurry.

Han Yiren rested her hands on the sink, panting hard.

Just a little bit, she could see the man who frequently appeared in her dreams.

Her intuition told her that this man was very important to her.

Possibly the most important person she had forgotten.

But why did she have a headache just when she was about to remember, she wanted to remember the past, remember everything!
Han Yiren pressed his temples with his hands and felt a headache.

What did she forget!
Why can't she remember it?
Xiao Han waited for Han Yiren in his seat for a long time, and when he finally couldn't wait to get up and go to find her, Han Yiren walked back to his seat with a very bad expression on his face.

"Xiao Han, I have no appetite, I want to go back and rest." Han Yiren said wearily.

"Okay, let's go back." Xiao Han went around the table to hold her.

Han Yiren turned around and left, missing his outstretched hand.

Xiao Han raised his hand in the air, his expression froze for a moment.

Han Yiren was so tired that he didn't even notice.

On the way, Han Yiren kept looking out the window without saying a word.

Xiao Han noticed her strangeness.

Han Yiren's eyelids became heavier and heavier, and finally fell into a deep sleep.

The car turned a corner, Han Yiren shook his head and leaned on Xiao Han's shoulder.

Xiao Han gently supported her to make her lean more comfortably.

Xiao Han lowered his eyes to see her sleeping face, and the light in his eyes was a little different.

Along the way, Xiao Han let Han Yiren lean on him, with a faint smile on his lips.

When he arrived at the villa, Xiao Han picked up Han Yiren and returned to the room.

He carefully placed her on the big bed, and pulled the quilt over to cover her up.

Xiao Han lowered his head and kissed Han Yiren's forehead, and a kiss landed on her forehead lightly.

Xiao Han turned off the light and walked out of the room.

He walked to the next door, took a shower and went downstairs, and ordered the kitchen to make supper.

Cheng An arranged the dishes for Xiao Han in the restaurant.

"Mr. Xiao, supper is ready." Cheng An said respectfully.

Xiao Han put down his wine glass, got up and came to the restaurant.

Xiao Han sat on the main seat and ate elegantly.

Cheng An stood aside, lowered his head and did not speak.

(End of this chapter)