Chapter 116
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Before going to Bali, Sheng Enron vaguely doubted the relationship between ye Huanyan and Ling Han. There were women's items in Ling Han's house, and they were expensive. It would never be the servant who looked like a stuffed bun. Excluding Ji Xiaoyue, who had an affair with Ling Han, but had resigned in the personnel record, there was only ye Huanyan who she saw walking out of Ling Han's villa late at night.
Although arbor didn't confess, the woman's intuition told her that ye Huanyan was definitely a woman living with Ling Han.
And the first step for her to rise to the top is to squeeze out this woman, start from cohabitation, and then find a way to become Mrs. Ling.
So she offered to help Ling Han negotiate the contract with general manager Li. The condition was that after it was done, she wanted to move into the villa in Jinjiang garden and live with him.
Ling Han gave her a better choice that she couldn't refuse.
As Ling Han said, the house in Fujin garden is where Ling Han's parents live, so the people who live there are naturally highly qualified people in the Ling family, which is equivalent to admitting the identity of her mistress in disguise.
Even if ye Huanyan still lives in Jinjiang garden, so what?
It is the future Mrs. Ling who can live in the most meaningful house like the Ling family.
"Han, thank you. I'm really happy."
The sweet voice on the phone can almost make most men in the world feel a sense of achievement, but Ling Han frowned,
"Nothing, you deserve it."
Entertainment is his world. It's easy to fight and difficult to defend. What he is facing now is the problem of those people on the board of directors who are unauthorized. Although it's not serious, he has to be prepared in advance.
He doesn't care how much tidbits he has. Most of those women are female artists in the company. If there is news, there will be exposure. If there is exposure, they will succeed in winning popularity. As long as there are these popular artists, the annual income of entertainment will be enough to block the mouths of those on the board of directors.
After Ling Dongming left, he really felt the pressure of managing a large company.
This is also the reason why he knew from beginning to end that cheating would not be a person's fault, but he could not blame his father. He had been under enough pressure, and there was nothing wrong with him.
Everyone has selfish desires. Ling Dongming's selfish desires lie in the lust that cannot be controlled by reason, while Ling Han's selfish desires lie in hate, which cannot be arranged rationally.
Downstairs from the study, the food on the table did not move at all, and ye Huanyan's door was closed.
Ling Han glanced at Lingling,
She understood and carefully explained, "Miss Ye didn't come out. I knocked on the door and didn't hear a response. Maybe I came back too late last night and went to bed again."
Ling Han frowned at ye Huanyan's door, strode over, raised his hand and knocked twice,
"Ye Huanyan, I'll give you ten minutes to come out for dinner."
There was no response in the room.
Ling Han pushed the door open, and on the beige big bed, his thin body curled up in the quilt, his back to him, his posture was rigid, and he didn't sleep at all.
Ling Han's eyebrows were a little chilly, turned around, took the plate, and strode in.
"When I talk to you well, do it honestly."
"I don't eat..." ye Huanyan still kept his back to him, his voice was dull, with a rebellious attitude.
Ling Han's eyes were cold, "get up,"
"I said I wouldn't eat."
She gritted her teeth and pulled the horn directly over her head, looking like fighting to the end.
Ling Han himself had no patience. Seeing this, he put the dinner plate on the nearby cabinet, roughly pulled away the quilt, directly lifted her up, put one hand around her shoulder, grabbed her back neck, and stuffed toast in the other hand into her mouth.
At first, she was still struggling, probably because of the overnight plane, and the shock just now, her body gradually couldn't support it. The moment he pinched her chin, her teeth loosened, and a mouthful of bread was roughly stuffed in.
She choked hard, covered her chest and blushed.
Then half a cup of milk was poured directly, which eased the blockage of bread in the throat.
The bed was in a mess, with bread crumbs and milk stains, as if it were the scene of an ignorant child after the war.
Half of the milk was probably choked on her, covering her chest with a violent cough, Ling Han felt a burst of suffocation, shook off her body, heavily put down the milk cup, and his face sank to the extreme,
"Who do you want to threaten to protest with hunger strike? Every penny you use is given to you by the Ling family. What qualifications do you have to talk about that house with me?"
Ye Huanyan raised his head with tearful eyes, and saw the figure standing by the bed. His expensive suit was in a mess, pursed his lips, and for a time there was nothing to say.
I just depend on others. What qualifications do I have to be picky.
She slowly moved to the bedside, took the dinner plate, put fried eggs in her mouth with a fork, ate the fruit, and drank the milk beside her. She lowered her head all the way, suppressed tears, and stuffed her cheeks.
Ling Han's voice was calm, and there was a trace of intolerance in his eyes. When he left, he dropped a word,
"Clean yourself up after dinner."
The moment he walked out of the room, Ling Han felt his chest stuffy.
Ye Huanyan is an angular person. She has the same personality as a wild cat and is too stubborn. He has not seen her fighting with anyone for a long time. Although the sentence "I don't" she just said made him angry, it made him miss it more.
Many years ago, she also shouted at Jiang Meilan at home, "I don't learn any violin."
Or "what's the meaning of piano, I don't want it."
Or "I want that album, I'll go on hunger strike if I don't buy it."
Or "brother Linghan, what's your relationship with that woman? I don't like her,"
'I don't' used to be her pronoun.
She has a lot of fighting psychology, in the rebellious period that she ushered in shortly after she arrived at the Ling family.
Obedient to his parents since childhood, he has never experienced such a struggle and never had the opportunity to say 'I don't'.
After ye Huanyan finished eating, Lingling went into the room to clean up the mess. Seeing the mess on the bed, she couldn't help sighing. Obviously she was not old, but she comforted ye Huanyan with a tone of passers-by,
"Miss ye, don't be stubborn with the young master. The young master's temper has always been the same, eating soft rather than hard. Why bother you like this?"
Hearing these words, ye Huanyan was a little numb. She comforted herself in this way. She seemed to take it for granted that she had been tolerant again and again, forgetting that she was once a powerful daughter.
"What about him?"
"Young master, young master just went out directly. Do you need me to call and ask where he went?"
"No."
It's good to go out. After a short handshake and peace, it was really a storm. The room on the second floor was where she began her nightmare. Now she has to return to the original point, and she has to adapt herself before he comes back.
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Before going to Bali, Sheng Enron vaguely doubted the relationship between ye Huanyan and Ling Han. There were women's items in Ling Han's house, and they were expensive. It would never be the servant who looked like a stuffed bun. Excluding Ji Xiaoyue, who had an affair with Ling Han, but had resigned in the personnel record, there was only ye Huanyan who she saw walking out of Ling Han's villa late at night.
Although arbor didn't confess, the woman's intuition told her that ye Huanyan was definitely a woman living with Ling Han.
And the first step for her to rise to the top is to squeeze out this woman, start from cohabitation, and then find a way to become Mrs. Ling.
So she offered to help Ling Han negotiate the contract with general manager Li. The condition was that after it was done, she wanted to move into the villa in Jinjiang garden and live with him.
Ling Han gave her a better choice that she couldn't refuse.
As Ling Han said, the house in Fujin garden is where Ling Han's parents live, so the people who live there are naturally highly qualified people in the Ling family, which is equivalent to admitting the identity of her mistress in disguise.
Even if ye Huanyan still lives in Jinjiang garden, so what?
It is the future Mrs. Ling who can live in the most meaningful house like the Ling family.
"Han, thank you. I'm really happy."
The sweet voice on the phone can almost make most men in the world feel a sense of achievement, but Ling Han frowned,
"Nothing, you deserve it."
Entertainment is his world. It's easy to fight and difficult to defend. What he is facing now is the problem of those people on the board of directors who are unauthorized. Although it's not serious, he has to be prepared in advance.
He doesn't care how much tidbits he has. Most of those women are female artists in the company. If there is news, there will be exposure. If there is exposure, they will succeed in winning popularity. As long as there are these popular artists, the annual income of entertainment will be enough to block the mouths of those on the board of directors.
After Ling Dongming left, he really felt the pressure of managing a large company.
This is also the reason why he knew from beginning to end that cheating would not be a person's fault, but he could not blame his father. He had been under enough pressure, and there was nothing wrong with him.
Everyone has selfish desires. Ling Dongming's selfish desires lie in the lust that cannot be controlled by reason, while Ling Han's selfish desires lie in hate, which cannot be arranged rationally.
Downstairs from the study, the food on the table did not move at all, and ye Huanyan's door was closed.
Ling Han glanced at Lingling,
She understood and carefully explained, "Miss Ye didn't come out. I knocked on the door and didn't hear a response. Maybe I came back too late last night and went to bed again."
Ling Han frowned at ye Huanyan's door, strode over, raised his hand and knocked twice,
"Ye Huanyan, I'll give you ten minutes to come out for dinner."
There was no response in the room.
Ling Han pushed the door open, and on the beige big bed, his thin body curled up in the quilt, his back to him, his posture was rigid, and he didn't sleep at all.
Ling Han's eyebrows were a little chilly, turned around, took the plate, and strode in.
"When I talk to you well, do it honestly."
"I don't eat..." ye Huanyan still kept his back to him, his voice was dull, with a rebellious attitude.
Ling Han's eyes were cold, "get up,"
"I said I wouldn't eat."
She gritted her teeth and pulled the horn directly over her head, looking like fighting to the end.
Ling Han himself had no patience. Seeing this, he put the dinner plate on the nearby cabinet, roughly pulled away the quilt, directly lifted her up, put one hand around her shoulder, grabbed her back neck, and stuffed toast in the other hand into her mouth.
At first, she was still struggling, probably because of the overnight plane, and the shock just now, her body gradually couldn't support it. The moment he pinched her chin, her teeth loosened, and a mouthful of bread was roughly stuffed in.
She choked hard, covered her chest and blushed.
Then half a cup of milk was poured directly, which eased the blockage of bread in the throat.
The bed was in a mess, with bread crumbs and milk stains, as if it were the scene of an ignorant child after the war.
Half of the milk was probably choked on her, covering her chest with a violent cough, Ling Han felt a burst of suffocation, shook off her body, heavily put down the milk cup, and his face sank to the extreme,
"Who do you want to threaten to protest with hunger strike? Every penny you use is given to you by the Ling family. What qualifications do you have to talk about that house with me?"
Ye Huanyan raised his head with tearful eyes, and saw the figure standing by the bed. His expensive suit was in a mess, pursed his lips, and for a time there was nothing to say.
I just depend on others. What qualifications do I have to be picky.
She slowly moved to the bedside, took the dinner plate, put fried eggs in her mouth with a fork, ate the fruit, and drank the milk beside her. She lowered her head all the way, suppressed tears, and stuffed her cheeks.
Ling Han's voice was calm, and there was a trace of intolerance in his eyes. When he left, he dropped a word,
"Clean yourself up after dinner."
The moment he walked out of the room, Ling Han felt his chest stuffy.
Ye Huanyan is an angular person. She has the same personality as a wild cat and is too stubborn. He has not seen her fighting with anyone for a long time. Although the sentence "I don't" she just said made him angry, it made him miss it more.
Many years ago, she also shouted at Jiang Meilan at home, "I don't learn any violin."
Or "what's the meaning of piano, I don't want it."
Or "I want that album, I'll go on hunger strike if I don't buy it."
Or "brother Linghan, what's your relationship with that woman? I don't like her,"
'I don't' used to be her pronoun.
She has a lot of fighting psychology, in the rebellious period that she ushered in shortly after she arrived at the Ling family.
Obedient to his parents since childhood, he has never experienced such a struggle and never had the opportunity to say 'I don't'.
After ye Huanyan finished eating, Lingling went into the room to clean up the mess. Seeing the mess on the bed, she couldn't help sighing. Obviously she was not old, but she comforted ye Huanyan with a tone of passers-by,
"Miss ye, don't be stubborn with the young master. The young master's temper has always been the same, eating soft rather than hard. Why bother you like this?"
Hearing these words, ye Huanyan was a little numb. She comforted herself in this way. She seemed to take it for granted that she had been tolerant again and again, forgetting that she was once a powerful daughter.
"What about him?"
"Young master, young master just went out directly. Do you need me to call and ask where he went?"
"No."
It's good to go out. After a short handshake and peace, it was really a storm. The room on the second floor was where she began her nightmare. Now she has to return to the original point, and she has to adapt herself before he comes back.
Before going to Bali, Sheng Enron vaguely doubted the relationship between ye Huanyan and Ling Han. There were women's items in Ling Han's house, and they were expensive. It would never be the servant who looked like a stuffed bun. Excluding Ji Xiaoyue, who had an affair with Ling Han, but had resigned in the personnel record, there was only ye Huanyan who she saw walking out of Ling Han's villa late at night.Although arbor didn't confess, the woman's intuition told her that ye Huanyan was definitely a woman living with Ling Han.And the first step for her to rise to the top is to squeeze out this woman, start from cohabitation, and then find a way to become Mrs. Ling.So she offered to help Ling Han negotiate the contract with general manager Li. The condition was that after it was done, she wanted to move into the villa in Jinjiang garden and live with him.Ling Han gave her a better choice that she couldn't refuse.As Ling Han said, the house in Fujin garden is where Ling Han's parents live, so the people who live there are naturally highly qualified people in the Ling family, which is equivalent to admitting the identity of her mistress in disguise.Even if ye Huanyan still lives in Jinjiang garden, so what?It is the future Mrs. Ling who can live in the most meaningful house like the Ling family."Han, thank you. I'm really happy."The sweet voice on the phone can almost make most men in the world feel a sense of achievement, but Ling Han frowned,"Nothing, you deserve it."Entertainment is his world. It's easy to fight and difficult to defend. What he is facing now is the problem of those people on the board of directors who are unauthorized. Although it's not serious, he has to be prepared in advance.He doesn't care how much tidbits he has. Most of those women are female artists in the company. If there is news, there will be exposure. If there is exposure, they will succeed in winning popularity. As long as there are these popular artists, the annual income of entertainment will be enough to block the mouths of those on the board of directors.After Ling Dongming left, he really felt the pressure of managing a large company.This is also the reason why he knew from beginning to end that cheating would not be a person's fault, but he could not blame his father. He had been under enough pressure, and there was nothing wrong with him.Everyone has selfish desires. Ling Dongming's selfish desires lie in the lust that cannot be controlled by reason, while Ling Han's selfish desires lie in hate, which cannot be arranged rationally.Downstairs from the study, the food on the table did not move at all, and ye Huanyan's door was closed.Ling Han glanced at Lingling,She understood and carefully explained, "Miss Ye didn't come out. I knocked on the door and didn't hear a response. Maybe I came back too late last night and went to bed again."Ling Han frowned at ye Huanyan's door, strode over, raised his hand and knocked twice,"Ye Huanyan, I'll give you ten minutes to come out for dinner."There was no response in the room.Ling Han pushed the door open, and on the beige big bed, his thin body curled up in the quilt, his back to him, his posture was rigid, and he didn't sleep at all.Ling Han's eyebrows were a little chilly, turned around, took the plate, and strode in."When I talk to you well, do it honestly.""I don't eat..." ye Huanyan still kept his back to him, his voice was dull, with a rebellious attitude.Ling Han's eyes were cold, "get up,""I said I wouldn't eat."She gritted her teeth and pulled the horn directly over her head, looking like fighting to the end.Ling Han himself had no patience. Seeing this, he put the dinner plate on the nearby cabinet, roughly pulled away the quilt, directly lifted her up, put one hand around her shoulder, grabbed her back neck, and stuffed toast in the other hand into her mouth.At first, she was still struggling, probably because of the overnight plane, and the shock just now, her body gradually couldn't support it. The moment he pinched her chin, her teeth loosened, and a mouthful of bread was roughly stuffed in.She choked hard, covered her chest and blushed.Then half a cup of milk was poured directly, which eased the blockage of bread in the throat.The bed was in a mess, with bread crumbs and milk stains, as if it were the scene of an ignorant child after the war.Half of the milk was probably choked on her, covering her chest with a violent cough, Ling Han felt a burst of suffocation, shook off her body, heavily put down the milk cup, and his face sank to the extreme,"Who do you want to threaten to protest with hunger strike? Every penny you use is given to you by the Ling family. What qualifications do you have to talk about that house with me?"Ye Huanyan raised his head with tearful eyes, and saw the figure standing by the bed. His expensive suit was in a mess, pursed his lips, and for a time there was nothing to say.I just depend on others. What qualifications do I have to be picky.She slowly moved to the bedside, took the dinner plate, put fried eggs in her mouth with a fork, ate the fruit, and drank the milk beside her. She lowered her head all the way, suppressed tears, and stuffed her cheeks.Ling Han's voice was calm, and there was a trace of intolerance in his eyes. When he left, he dropped a word,"Clean yourself up after dinner."The moment he walked out of the room, Ling Han felt his chest stuffy.Ye Huanyan is an angular person. She has the same personality as a wild cat and is too stubborn. He has not seen her fighting with anyone for a long time. Although the sentence "I don't" she just said made him angry, it made him miss it more.Many years ago, she also shouted at Jiang Meilan at home, "I don't learn any violin."Or "what's the meaning of piano, I don't want it."Or "I want that album, I'll go on hunger strike if I don't buy it."Or "brother Linghan, what's your relationship with that woman? I don't like her,"'I don't' used to be her pronoun.She has a lot of fighting psychology, in the rebellious period that she ushered in shortly after she arrived at the Ling family.Obedient to his parents since childhood, he has never experienced such a struggle and never had the opportunity to say 'I don't'.After ye Huanyan finished eating, Lingling went into the room to clean up the mess. Seeing the mess on the bed, she couldn't help sighing. Obviously she was not old, but she comforted ye Huanyan with a tone of passers-by,"Miss ye, don't be stubborn with the young master. The young master's temper has always been the same, eating soft rather than hard. Why bother you like this?"Hearing these words, ye Huanyan was a little numb. She comforted herself in this way. She seemed to take it for granted that she had been tolerant again and again, forgetting that she was once a powerful daughter."What about him?""Young master, young master just went out directly. Do you need me to call and ask where he went?""No."It's good to go out. After a short handshake and peace, it was really a storm. The room on the second floor was where she began her nightmare. Now she has to return to the original point, and she has to adapt herself before he comes back.
