Tang Hehan stretched out his hand, lifted her jaw, revealing her entire little face, and his black eyes knew well, “Yu will never be the eldest brother.”
Shui Lingyu broke away from the thick fingers that could leave a deep touch, and said in a collapsed manner: “My home is gone, who should I ask for it?”
“Shouldn’t it be that bitch?” Tang Hehan stared at his warm and cool hands, slowly retracted them.
Shui Lingyu covered her lips in pain, blocking the crying sound in her throat.
Tang Hehan sat down on the edge of the bed, held Shui Lingyu’s slender wrist like iron pliers, and took it off his lips.
“So, Yu cannot leave this life.”
No matter what Shui Lingyu knows, it is not the most important thing.
All he wants is the same, stay by his side, with his body and soul. “But my elder brother said that as long as you get married, I will let me go.” “Brother forgot that it was indeed time for marriage that it was when you were married, and she would do what she said. Eat something.” Tang Hehan said, letting her go.
Tang Hehan ordered the maid to bring the meal in.
“Brother, I can go to the restaurant to eat my clothes,” Shui Lingyu asked.
“No need to wear it.”
“Why”
Tang Hehan turned his black eyes and looked at her, reaching the heart of the soul: “You have to take it off after wearing it, but if Yu likes the elder brother to tear it in his hand, it’s not impossible.”
“Brother, I feel uncomfortable.” His face turned pale.
Tang Hehan ignored her panic, stood up from the bed, and moved to the sofa.
Slim and solid legs overlap with deep momentum.
“Brother, I’ll go back later, can I?”
“Another thing, I’ll tear you up now.” Tang Hehan’s black eyes sank.
Shui Lingyu pursed her lips and didn’t dare to speak anymore.
Tang Hehan sat on the sofa and did his own thing. The room became quiet. His black eyes were raised and Shui Lingyu was already having a good meal.