?? "Minister Ma, why don't there be a bed?"

Ma Weidong was stunned for a moment, and then smiled and said, "This is the husband's study room. The bedroom is next door. Mr. has a habit of staying in the study room for a while, and finally returning to the bedroom."

He is sick now, shouldn't he go back to his room to rest first? What a strange habit.

Yi Xuehan nodded in confusion, but his eyes stopped, "Minister Ma, why are you calling Mimo a sir?"

Ma Weidong smiled, "I have called him Mr. since I first met him. I have been used to it for so many years, haha."

So that's it.

"It's so late, why are you still staying here at his house?"

Yi Xuehan had many questions, but Ma Weidong still patiently answered them one by one, "It's not all. I will come to take care of my husband's life when I'm fine, but there is my room here, so I won't go back if it's too late."

Yi Xuehan nodded. He was originally Mimo's subordinate, so it was not surprising that he lived in his house.

She didn't ask any further, turned around and sat on the chair next to her to rest. The man was tall and big, and it took her a lot of effort to put him on his back. Now she was sweating all over and felt very uncomfortable.

Ma Weidong said: "Miss Yi won't go back tonight. Stay here. I'll find you a set of clothes for changing your clothes. You can take a shower first."

Yi Xuehan felt warm in his considerate heart, and nodded with a smile, "Then I'll trouble Minister Ma."

Although she had only met several times, she had a very good impression of Minister Ma. She felt that she was not as rigorous as in the business world, and she was more like a kind elder, which made people feel at ease from the bottom of her heart.

"You're welcome."

As soon as Ma Weidong left the room, he immediately ran to the next room.

Yi Xuehan's eyes just now told him that she was already surprised. In fact, that room was both a study and a bedroom, and it was the room that Mimo stayed the most often. The reason why he didn't have a bed was because he didn't have to sleep at all.

There are no outsiders at home, so this apartment was bought after coming to S City, so the guest room was not cleaned up much. Now Yi Xuehan has suddenly come, and he can't let her see anything.

No matter what purpose Mimo brought her to home, what would happen to her tonight would be? He would not let the husband show his slightest slap in front of outsiders.

Ma Weidong quickly sorted out and cleaned up the messy things. Then he found a clean dress from Mimo's cloakroom and wanted to hand it over to Yi Xuehan for her to change it.

The door was half-closed, and through the crack of the door, Ma Weidong saw Yi Xuehan leaning on the back of the chair, as if she was asleep. She looked really good when she was asleep, with her brows soothing, her eyes slightly chin, and her ink-colored hair hanging softly on her shoulders, making her skin look soft and white. Even the old man, he, felt pleasing to the eye, let alone...

Ma Weidong turned his gaze to Mimo on the recliner, and his heart suddenly suffocated.

The man who was still unconscious just now opened Mo Rucangqiong's eyes, and there seemed to be a tenderness in his eyes, and he looked at her quietly. At this moment, he couldn't understand him.

With such a clear and clear look, there was no morbidity at all. He was clearly pretending to be sick and deliberately luring Yi Xuehan over, and he didn't have to guess the reason for luring her over.

But what does this clear and soft look mean?

Could it be that he can't bear it anymore?

Mimo had already felt Ma Weidong at the door and turned to look at him. Ma Weidong paused, pushed the door and walked in, and raised the clothes in his hand.

Afraid of waking up Yi Xuehan, he lowered his voice and said, "I'll come here to send her some clothes for changing."

Mimo nodded, sat up slowly, raised his hand and gently hooked his fingers. The clothes in Ma Weidong's hand flew up and fell into his hands.

Ma Weidong said again: "Sir, I'll go back tonight, be careful yourself."

He has always been careful and considerate, and he could understand what he meant without having to mention Minmimo. He nodded, "Don't worry, Minister Ma."

With his words, Ma Weidong's heart relaxed a little, "Okay, then I'll come here to pick you up tomorrow morning."

"No need, I'll go back to the company myself."

"...Okay." Ma Weidong looked at Yi Xuehan who was asleep again, "The refrigerator has tomorrow's breakfast, and you can eat it after heating."

Mimer nodded again.

Yi Xuehan had a strange dream, dreaming that a man with black wings flew towards him from afar, held her hand, and flew to the sky with him. With him by his side, she didn't feel scared even if she flew so high.

His hands were very cold, and the coolness spread to her fingertips. All the way to her heart, wind slid across her body, messing up her hair and her clothes, making her shudder.

How much she wanted him to hold himself and keep warm for her, but he flew away from her, getting farther and farther until he could no longer find his shadow.

Mimo reached out and tucked the strands of her forehead behind her ears, revealing her beautiful eyebrows. Her eyebrows were slightly frowned, and he couldn't help but want to smooth her out.

However, just as his fingertips touched her cheek, they suddenly stopped in the air and their eyes tightened.

Just as Mimer's fingertips touched her cheek, they suddenly stopped in the air and their eyes tightened.

He squatted down, stretched out two fingers, covered her eyebrows, and slowly closed his eyes. After a while, when his eyes opened again, it was filled with a wisp of softness.

It turned out that she dreamed of herself. Did she fall in love with herself as she saw in her dream?

Although Mimo was a little happy, she couldn't help but sigh slightly. If she knew what kind of person she was, would she still like herself?

Yi Xuehan felt the chill between his eyebrows, frowned in discomfort, and woke up slowly, as if he had not turned back from his dream. When he saw the face in front of him, he thought that the man who had flew away was back in a trance.

Almost subconsciously, without thinking, she threw herself into his arms and hugged him tightly. The lost heart just now finally settled down.

Fortunately, he didn't leave her.

However, after only two seconds of hugging, Yi Xuehan suddenly widened his eyes and pushed him out in confusion, and he also jumped away inertially.

She thought it was a dream just now, but she didn't expect it to be real.

It's so embarrassing. She actually threw herself into her arms. He wouldn't think he was that kind of girl.

Mimo was originally immersed in sentimentality, but suddenly she woke up and before she could recover her emotions, she was surrounded by a strange fragrance.

He couldn't tell what he felt at this moment. In short, he had never had the mood in the past five hundred years, including joy, sorrow, and complexity of the wrong sect. He was entangled and gathered into a ray of sadness lingering in his heart.

He likes being held like this by her.

However, no matter how beautiful the thing is, it is fleeting. This sad and happy hug lasted for only a moment, and suddenly left him. It was as short as his illusion, like a dragonfly, leaving a small circle of ripples in his heart, which disappeared in the blink of an eye.

Mimer reacted quickly, and as soon as she pushed him out, he jumped back and sat back on the recliner with a steady look on his face.

Yi Xuehan was a little stunned. She just pushed it lightly. To be precise, her hand had not touched his body much, how did he jump out, and he didn't see his feet pushing the ground hard, and just jumped away gently, just like flying out, which was too inconsistent with the principle of bounce.

Has he practiced Kung Fu? But even if he had practiced, he was so sick that he was unconscious just now, and now he can be alive?

Mimo looked at her faintly, but his mind was constantly changing.

He thought he could understand other people's thoughts at first glance, but he could only do it through physical contact, otherwise he would not be able to see clearly what she was thinking.

For example, now.

She obviously likes her, but why did she push herself away? It seems that he still doesn't understand human emotions, especially women's.

Yi Xuehan has a very straight temper and often says whatever he wants. Similarly, she will ask questions that she doesn't understand directly, "Mimo, you just...you know how to use light skills?"

Mimo's heart trembled, and then he understood the meaning of shock in her eyes. He was just instinct and didn't think much about it. It seemed that he was shocking her.

"I practiced some when I was a kid."

Yi Xuehan's eyes lit up, and he was obviously very interested in this answer, "Where did you learn it, Wudang, Kunlun, or Shaolin Temple?"

Mimo didn't want to continue this boring topic with her, so she threw the clothes in her hand over, "If you don't want to see me die, just wash off your cat hair."

Yi Xuehan looked at the black shirt in his hand. Judging from the size, it must be his clothes.

No, let her take a shower in his clothes? Isn't this too embarrassing for the two people who have just met for a while?

"Mimmer, do you have women's clothes here?"

"You are the first woman to come to my house." Mimer said lightly, picking up a book from the small bookcase next to him, leaning against the recliner and reading it.

"Tsk." He didn't blush when he lies. How could there be few women in his family if he is the best person like him? "Everyone is adult, and even if you say it, I won't think too much."

When Mimo heard this, his eyes turned cold. He did not look up or paid attention to her. He still stared at his book, leaving her a Leng Mo silhouette.

The light inside was very bright. The light of the crystal chandelier fell vertically from above his head, spreading on his body like broken silver, covering his slightly lazy body, as bright as the light, his face drooped in the shadows, and a few strands of hair on the left scattered, covering his eyes, unable to see the expression, but a coolness spread out and filled her body.

When he was in the restaurant just now, he suddenly became cold, as if he was surrounded by a mystery. It was unpredictable and unpredictable. It was as deep as the sea water. When you touch your fingertips, you will feel a bone-broken coolness.

Yi Xuehan was shocked and suddenly woke up.

She always naively believed that he regarded himself as a friend, which was a kind of trust, and on some level, the two friends who had kissed meant that their relationship was already closer than their friends, so they spoke less.

But she forgot that before her friends, they were working in the first place. Even if they kissed her, it might be just a whim.

When Yi Xuehan thought of the four words "on a whim", he felt a sense of depression in his chest. He looked at his silhouette again, turned around and opened the door and walked out.

As soon as Yi Xuehan left, Mimo raised his head from the book and looked at the closed door. The dryness that had just suppressed his chest slowly calmed down.

When he first came to the earth, his self-control was indeed very poor. He could not control himself when facing attractive blood. But five hundred years have passed, and he thought his mind had already settled. Unexpectedly, when facing her, he still needed great patience to prevent himself from hurting her.

It was obviously a great opportunity just now, but he let her go again. Not only did he let her go, but he felt very happy in his heart. This is really a confusing and contradictory perception.

Yi Xuehan entered the room next door. The decoration color inside was as dark as the study room just now, giving people a sense of depression and mystery. Just like that person, although he looked so good, he felt that he was isolating himself in another space. Only he could see others, but others could not see him.

No need to guess, this is his room.

Yi Xuehan was confused for a while, and in the end, he didn't care whose room it was, and hurried into the bathroom.

I was tired and sweaty just now, and I caught some coldness when I was asleep. Now my body was cold and tide. I just wanted to get into the hot water and soak it well to drive away the cold.

Mimer's eyes were fixed on the pages, but his mind was always on the woman. The more he forced himself not to think about it, his ears kept following her and listening to her every move.

The sound of water flowing in the shower kept hitting his eardrums, as if the witch's spells were swaying his mind and tearing his reason.

Although he had tried his best to restrain himself, his heart was still like a cat scratching, and he was so itchy that he failed in the end.

He almost couldn't wait to snatch the door and open the door of the next room.
To be continued...