Husband, I'm from the 21st Century Sequel

Chapter 216 Staying in the Ling Family (3)

"Yue," Ranhua couldn't help exhaling softly, his eyes fell on the man in white clothes, joy and disbelief flashed in his eyes.

Hearing this, the body of the man in white trembled slightly, his cold eyes slowly fell on the woman opposite, his heart moved slightly, a sense of familiarity suddenly came to his heart, for a moment, he even felt that he and the woman in front of him seemed to have known each other for a long time , but could not find any memory about her.When he woke up, the people around him told him that because of an accident, he was seriously injured and lost all his memory.

"Did we know each other before?" Hua Ye asked with frowned eyebrows, a hint of doubt flashed across his pupils, and the light blue snow lotus between his eyebrows was a bit darker than before, which added a bit of coldness to him this time color.

"You," Ran Hua's face suddenly faded, and his heart trembled slightly. How could he not remember her? How could this happen.

"Sister San, what's the matter with you." Seeing Ranhua's pale face instantly, Ling Xiao couldn't help asking softly, his eyes full of worry.

Ran Hua's gaze has been on Hua Ye, without moving an inch. Even if he forgets the whole world, he can't forget her, she won't allow it.She was even more unwilling to accept such a result. Thinking of those moments when she narrowly escaped death, Bai Zhanyue was her only goal and belief.

Ranhua got up suddenly, staggered, walked in front of Hua Ye, pursed her lips tightly, her eyes were fixed on Hua Ye's face, and after a while, she said, "You really don't remember me?" When he fell, he suddenly felt that his eyes went dark, and his body fell limp.

Hua Ye's heart tightened, and he couldn't help reaching out to catch the fallen body of Ran Hua. Looking at the beautiful face in the crook of his arms, a hint of pity flashed across Hua Ye's eyes, and his slender fingers lightly touched Ran Hua. He frowned, trying to relieve her sorrow.When he realized what he was thinking, Hua Ye's eyes were slightly cold. According to his cold and indifferent temperament, how could he develop such strange emotions towards a strange woman, let alone this woman is from the Ling family.

There was a flash of complexity in the eyes staring at the dyeing painting, and he raised his eyes and glanced at the thoughtful Ling Xiao on the opposite side, Hua Ye said indifferently: "Take this woman away, it's best to go as far away as possible."

Ling Xiao took a deep look at the dyed painting in Hua Ye's arms, got up immediately, took the dyed painting from Hua Ye's arms, and asked in a concentrated voice, "Are you going to let us go like this?"

Hua Ye brushed over the strings on the table with one hand, and said in a nonchalant voice, "If you like to stay, I don't mind."

A gleam flashed in Ling Xiao's eyes, and his deep eyes swept across Hua Ye's clear face. He immediately turned around holding the dyed painting, stepped out of the gazebo, and left quickly.

Until Ling Xiao's figure disappeared into the forest, a black shadow suddenly appeared in the pavilion, raised his eyes to the direction where Ling Xiao disappeared, and said in a hoarse voice: "Did you just let them go like this?"

"Why not?" Hua Ye asked softly, brows and eyes light.

"Young master, don't forget that the old master has already spoken, ordering you to kill the fourth son of the Ling family and never let him return to Yuncheng. Now that you have such a good opportunity, instead of taking the opportunity to kill the fourth son of the Ling family, you Let the tiger go back to the mountain, if this matter gets to the ears of the old man, it will inevitably be scolded again."

"Hua Tian, ​​I have my own decision on this matter, you don't need to intervene." Hua Ye's eyebrows flashed coldly, his thin lips curled into a cold arc, his slender fingers gently plucked the strings, and the clear and clear sound of the piano was like a stream. /Xie, dense this side of the landscape.

(End of this chapter)