This sentence stimulated Feng Yu very much. He raised his eyebrows and gritted his teeth and said, "I don't believe it! I don't believe that I don't have the ability to warm up your heart. I can do what Ling Yichen can do!"

"Although I have put down my hatred for you, it doesn't mean I can accept you! Feng Yu, the broken mirror cannot be reunited, just like a broken porcelain, no matter how you repair it, it will leave cracks. It's not that you deceive yourself and say that you can't see it, it doesn't exist!" An Lan frowned, his voice a little louder than before, trying to convince Feng Yu.

"Then let it have cracks! Anyway, as long as you are by your side, I can give Ling Yichen anything else, including this identity, including the Feng family!"

Feng Yu was extremely excited and determined. An Lan raised her eyebrows in surprise and looked at him, feeling like she was seeing a madman. But she was not happy, but more helpless.

She smiled bitterly and shook her head, asking, "Feng Yu, you still don't understand. Perhaps, after you know the truth, you really feel ashamed of me and really find that you like me. But what you want to make up for is when there was no crack in the past. What you want to make up for is An Lan who truly loved you, not me now!"

"You are An Lan! Whether it is the past or the present, you are!" Feng Yu's red eyes were stubborn, and he believed that this idea could not be changed.

An Lan could not let him get enlightened, and she was a little angry. She said coldly: "No matter how much I say, you won't listen. You can calm down and think clearly!"

Seeing An Lan want to leave, Feng Yu hugged her from behind anxiously and murmured not to leave me. He lowered his head and smelled the fragrance of her neck, and his eyes became redder.

Her hot lips kissed her neck, and she couldn't wait to absorb the sweetness that belonged to her.

The moment she touched An Lan, her body stiffened, and an uncontrollable nausea surged into her heart. She exclaimed, frowned and shouted, "Feng Yu, what are you doing? Let me go..."

She struggled to get rid of him, but Feng Yu noticed her resistance, but was even more afraid that he would lose it after letting go. He bent down and picked her up and walked towards the bed, bullied her and pressed her under him.

He kissed her neck again with his alcoholic lips, holding her hands tightly to prevent her from resisting. At this time, he was already drunk and had lost his mind, and just wanted to follow his own ideas to do things.

Fear and discomfort surged in my heart, An Lan struggled desperately and shouted, "Let me go, bastard, you..."

"Lan'er...my Lan'er, I won't let you go..."

An Lan was extremely angry and struggled to push his knees against his lower abdomen. When he let go of his hand, he pushed him away with force and accused him angrily: "Feng Yu, is this what you call making up for your debt? I tell you, I will not let you succeed even if I die!"

She said, grabbed the glass lamp next to her and broke it, grabbed the glass and put it on her neck, and looked at Feng Yu very coldly.

Feng Yu was pushed back and fell on the bed two steps. Seeing the blood spread from her snow-white hands, the wine woke up three points. He frowned and said in a deep voice: "Lan'er, put down the things, you are injured."

"Even if I die, it has nothing to do with you!"

Feng Yu was shocked, and he looked guilty and frowned, "Lan'er, I'm sorry. I was just impulsive..."

"I don't need to apologize, just let me go." An Lan interrupted him, although he was no longer full of anger, but he was very alert.

"Lan'er, listen to my explanation..." Feng Yu said, wanting to take the opportunity to take away the glass fragments, An Lan frowned and said coldly: "Don't come over, I know what you are thinking! I have said it, don't think about anything else without explanation. It is absolutely impossible between you and me!"

A complicated look flashed across Feng Yu's handsome face. He could see An Lan's determination, and he felt very uncomfortable when he heard her words.

He still doesn't understand, how outrageous he was wrong? An Lan refused to forgive him no matter what!

He took a few deep breaths, looked at An Lan with complicated eyes, closed his eyes and nodded, and said, "You have a good rest."

After saying that, he turned around and walked out, and the tall figure disappeared in front of An Lan with a little loneliness and helplessness.

It was not until he completely disappeared that An Lan breathed a sigh of relief, let go of the glass fragments, looked at the bloody hands, and thought of Ling Yichen again in his heart.
Chapter completed!