The president has nothing left for me

Chapter 1613

Under his deep gaze, Jiang Xin nodded mysteriously, "Yes."

Huo Yuan's expression finally eased a bit, he rubbed Jiang Xin's head, "Are you still going to the dormitory that night?"

Jiang Xin's cheeks were slightly hot, but she still shook her head honestly, "I won't go."

So Huo Yuan took her to dinner and sent her home.

The car stopped, Jiang Xin looked at him eagerly, Huo Yuan took the initiative to get out of the car and opened the door for her.

He is going to send her up.

Jiang Xin happily followed behind him, just as his shadow fell behind her, she stepped on his shadow and walked upstairs.

Turning on the light in the room, Jiang Xin went to pour water for him immediately.

After sitting down, Huo Yuan said: "You said during the day that there is something you don't understand, show me."

Jiang Xin froze for a moment, nodded hurriedly, and took out the book and notebook from the bag.

Although he said he wanted to live in a dormitory, he carried all his books with him.

Huo Yuan couldn't help laughing when he saw her turning the pages of the book. He took the book in Jiang Xin's hand, no matter whether she really didn't understand or pretended not to understand, Huo Yuan explained it to her very seriously.

Jiang Xin listened carefully, as if the two of them were really studying.

But Huo Yuan's voice was too magnetic, a little hypnotic, and an hour later, Jiang Xin's eyelids began to twitch.

Huo Yuan's shoulders sank, his voice paused, and he turned his head to see that Jiang Xin had fallen asleep leaning on his shoulder.

He stared at her for a moment, then closed the book and placed it gently on the table.

Lifting his slender fingers, he stroked the broken hair on her cheeks behind her ears, revealing her fair and translucent face.

The young girl's face is full of collagen, her skin can be easily broken without blemishes, which is completely different from the haggardness of her previous life.

His fingers landed on Jiang Xin's face, stroking gently, his movements were gentle, as if he was stroking some rare treasure, for fear that it would break if it was too heavy.

Jiang Xin slept peacefully, especially the smell on his body, which was familiar for no reason.

It wasn't until late at night that Huo Yuan got up, picked her up, and went to the bedroom.

He put Jiang Xin on the bed, pulled the quilt over her body.

When he was about to leave, the hem of his clothes tightened, and he looked back, it was Jiang Xin holding his clothes.

Huo Yuan paused, stretched out his hand, and broke her hand away.

But she held it too tightly, and couldn't break it apart without force.

She seemed to be dreaming, and she didn't know what was dreaming. The more he broke, the tighter Jiang Xin grasped, as if she wanted to pull his clothes off.

After a while, Huo Yuan gave up, he sat back holding her hand.

Jiang Xin still held on to his suit tightly, frowning in the invisible darkness.

She dreamed that Huo Yuan was going to marry someone else, and her sadness was magnified infinitely in the dream, unstoppable, she desperately held his hand, she didn't have a suitable status, and she wasn't qualified to keep him.

Reluctant to give up, and unable to say a single word to keep him, she can only hold him like this.

This kind of parting is like digging out a piece of the heart.

Jiang Xin opened her eyes suddenly, stared at the familiar ceiling above her head, and let out a breath secretly, the loss and sadness in her dream were still lingering in her heart.

It was already dawn outside, and the sound of birds came in.

She subconsciously went to find her cell phone, turned her head, and was shocked to find someone sitting beside the bed, Jiang Xin's eyes suddenly widened.

Huo Yuan was sitting beside her, neatly dressed, leaning against the head of the bed with his eyes closed, as if he was asleep.

The light outside the window fell into the room, refracting bright light on the floor, and his forehead and bridge of nose seemed to have brilliance flowing.

Jiang Xin swallowed her saliva, and even her breathing became weak unconsciously, for fear of waking him up.

I've never seen him sleeping, so it was like this.