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Chapter 37

When he his food was half eaten, Hu Xiaoli looked at the restaurant that was gradually full.

Han Ye followed his line of sight doubtfully, and found that the range of sight touched was wandering at the entrance and exit. He was as smart as he was, and instantly understood Hu Xiaoli's mind.

Oh, he didn't have to guess what was going through that little boys mind.

With a touch of complacency in his heart, Han Ye carefully looked at the opposite boy.

As he said before, he is very beautiful, not as beautiful as a woman.

From the perspective of Han Ye, you can see the light hitting that long eyelashes. The blue eyes caught in the shadows are particularly shiny, the bridge of the nose is thin , the skin is delicate, the cheeks are transparent with healthy pink, the lips are like cherry blossoms Thin and not thick, as bright as morning dew.

This is a beautiful teenager who can rival comic characters.

If you can get a deeper understanding, maybe this teenager can further the relationship with the president.

Han Ye really broke his train of though. He put his fist in his hand and coughed on his fist. The sound interrupted Hu Xiaoli's focuse on starring at the distance.

Seeing his attention, Han Ye smiled slightly: "The president will not come down to eat at this time, there are too many people."

Hu Xiaoli , who was aware of his thoughts, frowned, and then suddenly bowed his head, and his cheeks flushed shyly.

"Don't be shy, I am very happy that you can care about the president like this." Han Ye said to himself: "I have told you a lot about the president's situation before, although I might appear noisy, but after staying with the president for the past four or five years, I still have some concerns. Now that you have appeared, I don't need to care about that anymore."

"Not noisy, you do mean well." Hu Xiaoli amidst glowing eyes widened, stressing each syllable carefully, said:. "If the curator knew of your concerned, he'll will be happy"

...Curator?

Han Ye was sure he heard it right.

Unconsciously squinting his eyes, Han Ye pondered this strange title, and after a few seconds, he figured it out.

He knew that the president lived in a place similar to a mansion, so the young man called him the "curator", that is to say ... that mansion is actually an industry under the name of the president?

That also indirectly shows that the teenager in front of him is actually living under the same roof as the president.

As if suddenly knowing something big gossip, Han Ye stretched his nerves and asked tentatively: "Are you living with the president?"

Hu Xiaoli took a breath and nodded concealed: "Well, we live in the same floor. "

"I know the president lives in the mansion, I didn't expect there were other people living in the mansion. "

Han Yeming's eyes kept staring around Hu Xiaoli.

Hearing that he knew that Qin He lived in the mansion, Hu Xiaoli felt that it was no longer necessary to hide it from others, and he went ahead and said, "There are so many people living in the mansion, everyone has their own room."

"... besides you, there are others people?"

"Yeah, there are so many, everybody pays rent to the curator every month."

Han Ye:" ... "

Paying rent ...?

Is the president short on money?

Because of Hu Xiaoli's words, Han Ye suddenly had no way to smooth the big gossip in his head.

So what is the relationship between them, the relationship between the landlord and the tenant?

Han Ye opened his mouth again and again, but found that he didn't know how to continue to ask.

In the end, he sighed and gave up temporarily.