"I...I..." Wang Xiaolan wanted to say something else, but in the end, under Arthur's warning, she slowly walked to the door, but Arthur suddenly spoke up at this moment.
"If your hair can't go back to the past, then you should never enter this room." His voice was very cold, without any warmth at all. He was like a different person from usual. Perhaps, this was the reason.
The real him.
Hair? Wang Xiaolan looked at her newly styled curly hair today, and then she thought of something, and ran out quickly. It was all this hair, damn hair.
The door slammed shut, and Arthur sat on the sofa on the side. He was half-sit on the sofa, relaxed his body, and put his hand on his forehead. On the back of his hand was his guest's hair, which seemed to be long.
A lot.
"That's not my Lan, no..." He began to mutter to himself, feeling indescribably confused.
The weather seems to be getting colder and colder. You can feel it here. So, is it the same in that country? It seems that he needs to go back. His memory ends there, so it should be retrieved there.
That's right.
Closing his eyes, the room where he was alone was extremely quiet. In the quiet, he just listened to his own breathing. It was really, really quiet.
He had been leaning on the sofa, with a pair of straight long legs intertwined elegantly, while his eyes were open and looking at the ceiling, his green eyes slowly began to darken. In the end, he could not see anything.
Then, only an unknown spark began to annihilate everything.
Xiang Qinglan tightened her clothes. The cold wind kept blowing on her body. She was wearing a thick cotton coat, but she still felt very cold. She gently put her hand on her lower abdomen. This child was almost four years old.
She is 1 month old and is very healthy. This is also because she wears more clothes in winter. Therefore, she does not look like a pregnant woman. After a few months, she is still losing weight. Maybe it is because she really thinks too much.
, so her physical condition has always been like this.
She stopped and looked at the building not far away. Compared with other buildings, it was indeed much shabby. It was neither too low nor too high, and it was extremely dilapidated. It was indeed very cold this winter. She really wanted to
She was cold, but she needed money, so she had to save some money.
Holding the information in her hands tightly, her life seemed to be back to the past, but this time there was one more person, her Baoding. Maybe she wouldn't be lonely in the future, after the baby is born.
Standing at the door, she rubbed her hands and exhaled the hot air from her mouth to warm her hands.
Taking out the key from the bag, there was some metallic coldness between the fingers. It was really cold.
When she opened the door, a gust of hot air made her face change slightly. It felt so comfortable. She felt the sudden warmth with some greed.
However, she suddenly opened her eyes. Heating, when did her home have heating? Turning on the light, what she saw in front of her made her completely stunned. She rubbed her eyes, and she pressed hard again.
She blinked her eyes, why did her home become like this? The outside was still very shabby, but the inside was completely different. All the homes were replaced with new ones, even the one she was used to sleeping in.
The bed is no longer there. Instead, there is an extremely luxurious big bed. The wardrobe, sofa, everything has been changed, even the TV has been replaced.
Who will tell her what happened? When did her home become like this?
She quickly ran forward and opened the closet. All the clothes belonging to Qing were gone and replaced with some new clothes, some for men and some for women, but none of them belonged to them.
There were also two pillows on the bed. She walked over, hugged them with trembling fingers, and then placed them on her face. They were gone, really gone. The fresh breath was completely gone.
The pillow in her hand just fell to the ground, and she stared blankly ahead, with a deep sadness beginning to fill her eyes.
"It's really a small place," a voice with some disgust sounded. She raised her head to Qinglan and happened to see Su Zhetuo walking out wearing a new bathrobe. He rubbed his shoulders. Is this a bathroom?
Even their bathtub is bigger than this one. Can anyone live here?
He looked around for a week. Well, it felt much more comfortable this way. At least it could be seen that it was a place where people lived. Especially, his eyes narrowed, and the danger flashed past, especially the things left by the man.
It really disgusted him, and this time, he had completely disappeared everything here. He really didn't expect that on the days when he had the car accident, that man also disappeared. God was really kind to him, since
If he has such an opportunity, then no matter what, he will not let it go.
He was thinking, and then a big pillow hit him head on. He quickly caught the pillow and took a step back. Fortunately, his legs recovered well. This was also the result of his recent hard work on keystrokes. He had more fun than others.
It took 30% of the effort, and of course, the recovery time was three times less than that of others. The sweat he put in during this process was also indescribable. However, he gritted his teeth and endured it all. Who told him to get his wife back now? From a fool
To get his wife back from his hands.
"Lan Lan, did you murder your husband?" He held the pillow in his arms, and then another pillow. He moved a step to the left, and the pillow landed not far from him.
Xiang Qinglan clenched her hands tightly into fists. She closed her eyes. For the man in front of her, she really had the urge to kill him. Since she didn't want her in the first place, she shouldn't pester her anymore.
I no longer have the ability to deal with him.
Xiang Qinglan is not an object. If you want it, don't take it. If you don't want it, just kick it away. She is a human being, she has feelings, and he actually destroyed her home, hers and Qing's home.
"Lan Lan, are you satisfied? Why don't you go back to our apartment? It's all empty now," he said in a flattering way. He had never been so humble to anyone in the world.
Qinglan is definitely the first person.
"Leave," Xiang Qinglan said silently, but Su Zhetuo obviously didn't understand the meaning of her mouth. He still put his hand on her shoulder, "Lanlan, are you cold?
Why are you shaking?" He bent his body and looked at her nervously.