Chapter 1179: The Fingertips Pressed on Her Crotch

Xia Yanran checked out of the room and when she came out of the hotel, she met Xiao Yi who came in through the revolving door.

Behind Xiao Yi were two men who looked like bosses. They should be Xiao Yi's big clients. He personally brought them to the hotel to book a room.

Xia Yanran and Xiao Yi's eyes met unexpectedly.

Xiao Yi's deep gaze fell from Xia Yanran's face to the suitcase she was carrying.

The slender sword eyebrows wrinkled almost invisible.

Is she planning to leave?

After interviewing him, she was going to leave?

He also thought that she would not leave until their relationship was repaired.

It turned out that he was just being sentimental.

Xia Yanran did not miss the coldness and chill in Xiao Yi's eyes, and her heart tightened uncontrollably.

feeling bad.

It turns out that the eyes of two people who once loved each other, like strangers when they met, were so heart-piercing.

Xia Yanran lowered her eyes and did not look at Xiao Yi again.

Looking at him one more time, she was afraid that she would lose control in front of him.

After separation, you must live a decent life and don't look like a resentful woman.

Xia Yanran unpacked her suitcase and left the hotel without looking back.

Xiao Yi looked at Xia Yanran's leaving figure and couldn't help but clenched his hands into fists hanging by his sides.

In this game of love, she was so calm, but he turned into a lion about to go crazy.

This woman always has the ability to make him lose control and fail completely!

…

Zhen Mi has been thinking of ways to break through Yiran's psychological defenses.

But Yiran is not as easy to deal with as imagined.

Zhen Mi had no choice but to find another way.

She took drawing paper and pen and asked Yiran to draw.

Yiran did not resist Zhen Mi approaching her in this way.

She painted several pictures.

When Xiao Yi found Zhen Mi, Zhen Mi was studying Yiran's paintings.

In Yiran's paintings, there are clear blue skies, solemn walls, and nuns in national costumes holding Buddhist beads.

This information is pieced together from several pictures.

Zhen Mi frowned and couldn't figure out the meaning of Yiran's paintings for a while.

On the last piece of paper, a heart-shaped picture was drawn.

Xiao Yi sat across from Zhen Mi and watched her deep in thought, with her slender legs folded gracefully. He didn't say anything and just stared at the paintings in her hands.

They were silent for a moment, then Xiao Yi frowned and said, "Were these all drawn by Yiran?"

Zhen Mi nodded.

"She should be painting the Potala Palace in Tibet!"

A word that wakes up the dreamer!

Zhen Mi raised her head and stared at Xiao Yi for a few seconds. Then she couldn't help but smile and pat the table, "Yes, yes, why didn't I think of it all of a sudden?"

Seeing Zhen Mi's bold behavior, Xiao Yi thought to herself, this girl really blinded her family in giving her such a beautiful name!

Zhen Mi didn't care about the way Xiao Yi looked at her, and laughed and said, "Yi Ran painted these paintings to show that the person she wants to see is in Tibet, and that person has become a nun."

"Xiao Yi, if you want Yiran to open up and tell you what you know, I'm afraid you have to go to Tibet."

Xiao Yi nodded thoughtfully, "Okay, I'll let Assistant Fang book the flight now."

"I've never been there, I'll go with you!"

"OK."

…

It was almost evening when Xia Yanran arrived in Tibet.

The temperature in Tibet was a bit cold at night, and Xia Yanran didn't adapt to it. Huali caught a cold the first night in the past.

She also suffered from hypoxia and did not sleep well at night. She woke up tired and swollen the next day.

Fortunately, no one knows her here.

Xia Yanran was a good talker, and she soon became familiar with the hotel proprietress.

She took out two photos and looked at the landlady with a bright smile, "I wonder if the landlady has seen the two girls in the photos? The three of us had a good time in the past, and we originally agreed to come to Tibet together, but then I left the country. , and lost contact with them.”

The photo was drawn by Xia Yanran herself. She didn't have photos of Yiran and Xiao Xi, so she could only draw their appearance from memory.

The landlady looked at the photo and shook her head, "How can I remember how many guests come and go in our hotel throughout the year?"

"Boss Boss, these two friends are so important to me. Think about it carefully."

Seeing the crystal mist in Xia Yanran's eyes, the proprietress, who had a good impression of her, felt pity for her, "Don't cry, I really can't remember, but I can help a few hotel owners I know well." Please ask, can you let me take the photo?"

"Ok, Ok."

…

Xia Yanran did not sit in the hotel waiting for news from the proprietress. She went to the temple.

The altitude sickness became more and more severe, and my lips were already dry and cracked.

Fortunately, in the afternoon, the hotel proprietress and Xia Yanran called and someone remembered those two women.

Xia Yanran hurried back to the hotel.

The proprietress took Xia Yanran to another hotel. The owner of the hotel was a thin, middle-aged man.

The middle-aged man said to Xia Yanran, "I have an impression of these two women because they stayed in my hotel two years ago. On the second night of their stay, someone smoked in the hotel and caused a fire. One of the girls Almost half of their faces were ruined. Later, I sent them to the hospital and paid them a sum of medical expenses. The police closed the case and no longer contacted them."

"But a few days ago, I went to Guangyin Temple and met that girl again. She seemed to have become a nun. I don't know if it was because of the fire that she left and converted to Buddhism!"

Xia Yanran couldn't help but feel a little sad and a little excited. After all, the news about Xiao Xi made her trip not in vain.

"Boss, where is that temple? Can you take me there?"

The boss called an employee in the store, "I'll let him take you there!"

After Xia Yanran thanked her, she followed the employee to Guangyin Temple.

Guangyin Temple is located on a high mountain. There is no main road, only a deep path that can barely pass people.

Xia Yanran carried an oxygen bag and came to Tibet to climb mountains. Every step she took was extremely strenuous.

Her face turned pale, and she was holding on to the iron chain on the path. Her legs were weak and her body was a little shaky.

When I was going up a step, I suddenly lost my balance and fell backward uncontrollably.

Xia Yanran didn't want to hit the pedestrians behind her. If she fell down, she wouldn't know how many innocent people would be implicated. She subconsciously grabbed the chain.

But what moved faster than her was a pair of big hands reaching out to her from behind.

Her waist was held firmly by someone from behind, and half of that person's fingertips were pressed against her hips.

Xia Yanran was a little flustered and embarrassed. After she stood firm, she quickly avoided the hands behind her. Not daring to look back at who helped her, she said thank you and quickly followed the employee who led the way.

"Wow, the hero saves the beauty!"

Xia Yanran walked a few steps when a female voice suddenly came from behind her. Listening, it feels vaguely familiar.