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

She bit her lip and reached out to open his WeChat. 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 flipped up with her phone. The date and chat records above made her know a lot of information.

She flipped one by one, her pupils gradually dilated.

The most dazzling thing is the word divorce. She asked Lu Jingchi to inform her to sign the divorce agreement.

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

I don’t believe she would like such a person, and when the messages she sent before, each of them revealed humility.

Jiang Lan's breathing gradually became rapid, and her fingers holding the phone were trembling. It was unimaginable that she sent it out.

It was not until now that she vaguely understood what the disease in Dr. Hu's mouth meant.

Jiang Lan didn't want to continue reading, so she pulled down the chat record and finally it was the message Lu Jingchi just sent.

[Take medicine, in the drawer.]

After a few short messages, Jiang Lan's expression changed. She would rather believe that this person only had the face of Lu Jingchi, and he was not the person he was looking for.

Even this WeChat cannot be his.

Jiang Lan closed her eyes, took two deep breaths, and then vomited it out again, picked up her phone and deleted the person.

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

But no one found out.

Jiang Lan's heart was sank. She repeatedly confirmed that she didn't seem to have made a mistake, but why can't she add him?

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

——

In the evening, Lu Jingchi came back.

Hearing that the bedroom door was pushed open, Jiang Lan slowly raised his head and saw a man with a windy 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 in the quilt.

The man walked over with great strides, lifted the quilt and grabbed her from the bed.

Jiang Lan looked at him with a complicated expression. He didn't know what the man was angry when he entered the door. She did nothing.

The man's dark eyes locked her tightly, stared at her for a long time, and threw her back to the bed.

"The ability is getting bigger and bigger."

He said this unknown sentence, Jiang Lan was still confused after thinking about it for a long time.

Jiang Lan sat up with her dizzy head and gestured to him: You let me go, okay?

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

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

Lu Jingchi smiled again, he was angrily smiling.

He sat down beside Jiang Lan, pinched her cheeks, and forced her to look at him, "Why, did you forget it or don't have a memory?"

Jiang Lan thought of some fragments, and she couldn't help but tremble. She lowered her head and didn't dare to say anything else.

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

He deliberately paused the word "know" and made Jiang Lan feel creepy when he heard it.

Jiang Lan couldn't bear the way he met.

"I will always remember it when I get too many times, what do you say?" He stroked her lips with a gentle tone, but Jiang Lan could hear the threat from his words.

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

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

The boy appeared in Jiang Lan's mind, and his expression was in a daze for a moment.
Chapter completed!