Chapter 69:

Han Yanyan thought about it and wrote, "It's not good."
A week later, Tang Ke got dumbfounded when he got this note. Puzzling, somehow for a whole week, leaving her a message next Monday: "What do you call you?"
A week later, Han Yanyan replied to him: "You can give me a name. I want to call you a little star. Twinkle and twinkling Jingjing, the sky is full of little stars. Your eyes are like stars, so beautiful." Finished, Rub the goosebumps on your arms. The name was so good that she burned a lot of her brain cells.
Another week, I received a reply: "Little fairy."
Han Yanyan was quite speechless when he received this nickname. Because Tang Ke once said that she looks good, like an angel. So is the little angel holding the little fairy while she is holding it?
Although the current projection is a child, the deity is a big man who has experienced strong winds and waves. So even if projected as a child in the world, the nature will not change.
OK, but since you already have a little fairy, don't think about little angels anymore.
Little fairy.
Tang Ke repeated the name before going to bed, and felt that life had become better since he and his mother returned to the East District. He has an angel sister, and now he has a little fairy.
Going home on the weekend, he finally couldn't help telling Xinya about the little fairy. Xin Ya was surprised, funny and happy. This reminded her of those beautiful and naive memories of her childhood, but she couldn't help feeling sad, and touched Tang Ke's head and said to him, "Let's get along well."
Tang Ke nodded and asked his mother, "How is work?"
Xin Ya's hand paused and said, "I went to the interview yesterday, but it's not finalized yet."
At first, the owner of Han came to her intensively, but then one day, the frequency suddenly dropped. Think about it too, after the initial freshness, he probably won't have that much time allocated to her. Xinya was relieved.
Recently, the owner of the Korean family would only look for her once or twice a week. Xin Ya also thought about going to work. Yesterday's interview actually passed. The reason why she didn't finalize it was because she hadn't reported to the man yet. He always said that he would come, and she did not dare not to greet him, so she could arrange her time without permission.
Tang Ke was sent back to the manor on Sunday evening, and she banged her head to knock on the door of his study. There were too many bad things happening in this room. When she opened the door, she felt her body taut.
She prayed that Han Yanyan could be in the study. Han Yanyan used to work with her father here in the evening. Many weekends where Tang Ke returned to the manor were because she was in this study room, so she could leave safely.
But luck is not always there. There is only Han owner in the study.
"No." He rejected her directly. "Your time is all mine."
Xinya's head sagged slightly: "I have to give my child a reason, otherwise I can't explain the economics."
The owner of the Han family said, "I'll arrange it. You don't need to worry about it. If you are free, pick up those things from the past. Don't you always like to paint? Do you still paint now?
Even after marriage, even after the death of her parents, Xinya has been able to live a life of piano, calligraphy, painting, poems and hops. But when her husband fell, those things were gone from her.
"I haven't touched the paintbrush for years," she said softly. "It's all set aside."
"It doesn't matter." The owner of the Han family walked to her, touched her face, and told her, "you can pick it up later."
He had a gentle voice, and his hands touching her cheeks were warm.
Xin Ya looked up at him. She has been afraid to look at him for so long. But tonight, a touch of tenderness showed her courage.
"Cousin, you ..." She trembled slightly. "Why do you do this to me?"
The owner of Han smiled slightly, squeezed her chin, and raised it slightly.
"You looked up at me just now, reminding me of you from the past. You have been required to behave like this since you were young. Your chin should be raised slightly, just right here. It will not look proud, but it is very reserved." He recalled, " When you reject me, your chin is slightly higher than usual. "
"Beautiful." He smiled. "Beautiful, I keep remembering."
There was no tenderness in his smile, and the coolness climbed Xinya's back, which made her lose the courage to look at him. Her jaw broke off his fingertips, and she took it towards the collarbone. The head hangs down, and the back of the neck naturally bends into a beautiful arc.
Han's hand touched her neck.
"Later, when you came back, your head was always hanging down in front of me, this arc ..." His thumb slid from her hair root to the raised spine at the neck and gently stroked, "It is also beautiful. But Beauty is different. "
He loved her slender white neck, and lowered his head close to her forehead and told her gently, "If you want to ask why, I can tell you ..."
"The wolf was walking in the woods. It had no intention of hunting."
"Until the rabbit appears."
"The rabbit is inherently weak, and her existence is an invitation to the wolf."
"Because hunting is his instinct."
"Xin Ya, that day ... you want to run away, do you want to give up?" He asked.
Xin Ya trembled and answered, "Yes."
"Why? You know, this is the best way." He said.
"But it's not the only one." Xin Ya closed her eyes and felt pain. "The price to pay is too great, I'm afraid, I can't do it. So ..."
So she came to an end and decided to give up the road. Other roads may be difficult, hard, or the height that can be reached in the end is not so high, but it is not inevitable.
But he is no longer the young man who would let go.
"But you did not resist. Even if you resist a little, I may let you go." Han said, "You just fled. As a prey, what kind of end would you give to your hunter?
"For such a prey, my education taught me that there is no need to worry, just tear her skin with sharp claws and bite through her flesh with her teeth."
"Xin Ya, you ... are delicious."
Xinya took a deep, deep breath. Tears rolled down his cheeks.
The desk is a century of solid wood and is very hard. Her wrist was pressed against the table and it hurts. Those memories seem to have happened yesterday. She was forced back by the road she wanted to give up, and she could only go on.
The way she wept was very different from the way she rejected him. Like a reflection in a puddle, the ripples suddenly shattered.
This is the favorite look of the Korean owner now. The more she shattered, the more he remembered how chin she had lifted and resolutely rejected him.
Thank my cousin for his love, but I want to live upright and have no intention of being a lover of others, and I don't need to pay for my life.
Han's thumb lightly brushed Xinya's white cheek.
"And ... I've been with you for a while," he said. "You women are always thinking a lot. Maybe it makes you misunderstand that I still have a little love for you in my youth?"
His fingertips left her cheeks, and he casually scratched his neck and shoulders, and slid along the arm to her fingertips, holding her hand with his back, and raised his lips to kiss.
"You're wrong, little white rabbit." He kissed the pale cyan veins of his slender wrist. "I'm just enjoying it."
Teeth have broken the skin, it doesn't matter, there is a treatment cabin. Blood slipped down his arm and dyed her clothes. It didn't matter. Most of them were expensive dresses for her to change.
The pain made Xin Yaser wince. She thought she had gotten used to it, and she didn't have this kind of pain.
She didn't resist like that day. The little rabbit saw the wolf's fangs and lost its courage to resist, only shivering.
It was this weakness that awakened the hunter's instinct to kill.
Han Yanyan quietly listened in his room, and cut off when there was an inappropriate sound from the earpiece.
It is impossible to place an eavesdropper in Han's study, and high-tech anti-eavesdropping devices will immediately sound an alarm.
But in this house, Han Yanyan has the same highest authority as the Han owner. However, even the Korean owner, he never expected that Han Yanyan would use his own authority to open the communication of the study in a silent manner, and he was eavesdropping, or ...
So parents really don't want to give their children anything important, and they don't know what weird aspects they will use it for.
Is the weak sinful?
Han Yanyan rubbed his temples. Chao Gang, this is not her thing.
The world is terribly twisted. In the world of Yao and Qiao Wenxing, she doesn't have this sense of distortion. In general, some basic three views are compatible. Qiao Wenxing is just an ordinary rich young man, stupid enough to commit suicide because of love. Yao has a long list of ill-fated personalities, pedigrees, and backgrounds, but although he is a royal family, he has to overthrow the imperial system. For whatever reason, Han Yanyan will always raise his hands in favor .
But Your Excellency, Your Excellency, is awesome. His three views have been twisted into a black hole.
Han Yanyan has the life of the Admiral in his mind, but he knows that he has reached such a high level of life with such three views. His strong belief in his three views has twisted the world built by Han Yanyan to a point where Han Yanyan's mother was almost unknown.
Han Yanyan is a female author, or a female author. By her construction, the owner of Han and Xin Ya must arrange a period of continuous and chaotic love. The dog-blood affair between them will make Tang Ke suffer some humiliation when he is a teenager, and become one of the incentives to destroy his cowardice and inspire the other side of his character.
But now it is completely distorted. From the time she discovered that the treatment cabin in the study suite had been used by Xinya, she knew that it was no longer a derailment, she was almost out of the anus.
But the big dad in this world is not like the old big dad. He can coquettish and coax. This big dad only recognizes strong and only recognizes power.
Han Yanyan felt a headache. But the world has developed so far, and she cannot make structural changes in it. She can only take advantage of the situation and use all available conditions to achieve her mission goals.
She stood by the window, looking at the manor courtyard.
She always felt that Tang Ke would have to bear at least half of the responsibility for everything that she would have to go through, even if it wasn't for her alone. But now it seems that it wasn't her who really tortured Tang Ke in this world.
Tang Ke's deity projected his own belief into the whole world, and the man with blue face and fangs was ready to tear Xiao Tang Ke into pieces.