Jiang Lan stared at Lu Jingchi's notes, her eyes flashing.

She bit her lip and stretched out her hand to open his WeChat account. The first thing she saw was not the message Lu Jingchi sent her, but the red exclamation mark at the front.

Jiang Lan frowned, and she took her phone and flipped it up. The date and chat history on it gave her a lot of information.

She flipped through the pages one by one, her pupils gradually dilating.

The most glaring thing was the word divorce. She had previously asked Lu Jingchi to inform her to sign a divorce agreement.

The man with the same face as Lu Jingchi, that devil, appeared in Jiang Lan's mind. She couldn't believe that she was married to such a person.

I don't even believe that she would like such a person, and every one of those messages she sent before showed humility.

Jiang Lan's breathing gradually became faster, and the fingers holding the phone were trembling. It was unimaginable that this was coming from her.

Only now did she vaguely understand what Dr. Hu meant by the disease.

Jiang Lan didn't want to read any more, so she scrolled down the chat history. When she scrolled to the end, it was the message Lu Jingchi had just sent.

[Take medicine, in the drawer.]

After a few brief messages, Jiang Lan's expression changed. She still preferred to believe that this man just had a face like Lu Jingchi and that he was not the person she was looking for.

Even this WeChat account cannot be his.

Jiang Lan closed her eyes, took two deep breaths, let it out, picked up her phone and deleted this person.

Immediately, she entered the phone number she remembered so well and added Lu Jingchi's WeChat account again.

However, no such person was found in the search.

Jiang Lan's heart sank. She repeatedly confirmed that she seemed to have entered correctly, but why couldn't she add him?

Many random thoughts flooded into her mind, and Jiang Lan had a headache again. She covered her head and slowly curled up on the bed.

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At night, Lu Jingchi came back.

Hearing the bedroom door being pushed open, Jiang Lan slowly raised his head and saw a man with a weathered face standing at the door, his face darker than the sky outside.

Jiang Lan couldn't help but feel a little nervous. She grabbed the quilt and hid under the quilt.

The man strode over, lifted the quilt, and grabbed her from the bed.

Jiang Lan looked at him with a complicated expression. She didn't know what this man meant when he got angry when he entered the door. She didn't do anything.

The man's dark eyes were locked on hers, and he stared at her for a long time before throwing her back on the bed.

"My abilities are getting better and better."

He said these unclear words, and Jiang Lan was still confused after thinking about it for a long time.

Jiang Lan forced his dizzy head to sit up and gestured to him: "Let me go, okay?"

The man glanced at her coldly, "Where are you going?"

Jiang Lan hesitated for a moment, then gestured: I want to go find Lu Jingchi.

Lu Jingchi laughed again, and he laughed angrily.

He sat down next to Jiang Lan, pinched her cheeks, and forced her to look at him, "What, did you forget, or do you just have a short memory?"

Jiang Lan couldn't help but tremble as she recalled some fragmentary fragments. She lowered her head and did not dare to say anything more.

Lu Jingchi raised her chin, leaned close to her, and whispered: "If you forget, I don't mind getting to know you again."

He deliberately paused at the word 'know', which made Jiang Lan's hair stand on end.

The way he met Jiang Lan couldn't bear it.

"The more times you do it, the more you'll remember it, don't you think?" He stroked her lips with his fingertips, his tone gentle, but Jiang Lan could hear the threat in his words.

Jiang Lan shook her head, raised her hand and said: But I don't know you, you are not the real Lu Jingchi.

"Then tell me, what is the real Lu Jingchi like?"

The young man appeared in Jiang Lan's mind, and he looked dazed for a moment.
Chapter completed!