Shen Ting took care of her and fell asleep. He sat by the bed and read a book, waiting for Yihuan to fall asleep.

Yi Huan put her little head on the pillow, her voice was very soft: "Brother, you can tell me a story."

Shen Ting smiled, closed the book in his hand, and gently told Yi Huan a few stories.

And the little guy fell asleep slowly.

In the middle of the night, the porcelain white face was quiet and beautiful.

Shen Ting watched quietly, hesitated for a moment, and reached out his hand and gently placed Yi Huan's heart.

She is too young and carefree.

Probably feeling the warmth of his palm, Yi Huan automatically leaned against him, like a kitten squinting.

Shen Ting smiled slightly.

The night is getting deeper.

He should have been going to sleep at this time, but he didn't want to sleep at all. He just read a book on her bedside and kept her quietly guarding her until one o'clock in the morning when he had to sleep.

Shen Ting fell asleep.

Lying on the side of the bed, beside, is a little Yihuan.

On the other side of the city, Ye Xiangnan was sitting at the computer desk in the single room of the school, with the screen turned on, tapping with his slender fingers and checking the information on the side for a while.

It was not finished until two o'clock in the morning, stretched and drank half a cup of cold coffee.

He has long been accustomed to such a highly stressful study life, but he is alone.

And Qin Yihuan was taken care of by Shen Ting.

Ye Xiangnan's eyes were filled with something unknown. He turned off the computer and lay on the bed in his clothes.

He is not afraid of being alone, but he somehow misses that little guy.

Ye Xiangnan's slender body suddenly sat up and looked outside silently. Then he got up and walked outside and opened the door. It was extremely cold outside and it was snowing.

Ye Xiangnan went out over the wall and took a taxi to the Qin's villa.

It was also the place where Shen Ting and Qin Yihuan lived together. Ye Xiangnan also went over the wall. Of course, there was a sophisticated security system, but he would avoid it after coming and going many times.

After entering, he directly opened the door with his palm prints and went upstairs silently and gracefully to Yi Huan's bedroom.

It was late at night, but the lights were on.

Ye Xiangnan opened the door a little, but did not enter.

Because there are others in it.

Yihuan was sleeping soundly, and Shen Ting sat on the solo sofa next to the bed, leaning his head on the pillow, only about five centimeters away from Yihuan's small face, and their breathing even blended together.

Ye Xiangnan was watching quietly outside. He wondered if it would happen every day. They were together, all the time, day and night.

He knows he cares and cares, but he doesn't care at all.

If this is an arrangement, it is even more a bet. He can't afford to lose every night, so he can only endure it.

He told himself that everything was over when he rushed in, and he was destined to be out of Qin's house at night.

Therefore, no matter how uncomfortable and no matter how much he cares, Ye Xiangnan still quit.

The slender and thin figure exited the villa, Ye Xiangnan smoked for the first time.

Because of depression, or longing, and irritability.

Of course, Ye Mubai learned about his smoking later. The father didn't say anything, but patted his son on the shoulder: "I was younger than you at the time. I was depressed and normal. Just don't become addicted. "

Even if you are addicted, you have to wait for things after taking over the company...