After Tang Hehan entered, the pastries on the coffee table were passive, and Shui Lingyu sat upright on the sofa, looking well-behaved as if he had eaten it secretly.
Walking towards the sofa, then stretched out his hand to Shui Lingyu’s face.
Shui Lingyu shrank back, not as fast as Tang Hehan’s movements. His fingertips fell on the corner of Shui Lingyu’s mouth and wiped off the evidence of stealing food: “I don’t know how to wipe my mouth after eating.”
Seeing Shui Lingyu’s face flushed instantly, Tang Hehan stared attentively, without saying anything. It was interesting to think that she was at a loss.
“I want to go back. Can you let the driver take me back?” Shui Lingyu begged softly.
“The name now has changed.” Tang Hehan stood at the desk, turned around and looked at Shui Lingyu.
Shui Lingyu bit her tender lips and let go: “Can you please send me back?”
“Why are you willing to call me now?” Tang Hehan did not mention the words she sent her back, but asked others.
Looking at Shui Lingyu’s silent gaze, he asked, “It’s not easy to say.”
“You ask knowingly”
“What do I know”
“It will make others misunderstand.”
“Yu feels it is a misunderstanding rather than revealing the facts.” Tang Hehan spoke calmly.
“Brother will get married in the future, and I will not destroy your relationship.”
“Does Yu really hope my brother get married?”
A voice as thin as a mosquito sing: “Yes.”
Tang Hehan felt his heart sinking, as if there was a bottomless hole below, and he was calm. “Brother should go with Fisher and ask the driver to take me back.”
Tang Hehan’s black eyes were slightly closed, covering his cold and deep gaze.
Then he said nothing, turned around and walked towards the bookshelf beside him, then took out a few paintings and placed them on the table.