He didn't know if she was like this when he left her. At this time, he was still by her side. So, what about her at that time? She lost her baby, her voice, and her home. How did she do it?
Came over.
I'm sorry Lan, I'm really sorry. How could I be such a bastard back then? The woman in my arms has become so thin that there is almost no flesh left, only her belly is slightly protruding.
No one could know that in this damaged body, it was difficult to give birth to a child, a child that did not belong to him, but was also a child that he looked forward to.
His child is gone, destroyed by his own hands. This child is the thorn in his heart and also the compensation for her.
"Have you known this for a long time?" Xiang Qinglan took his hand and wrote with trembling fingers on his palm. She suddenly raised her head, allowing Su Zhetuo to see in her absent eyes, for the sake of another
A man's painful eyes reflected his shadow.
Su Zhetuo squeezed his fingers, but finally nodded.
"Lan, he is not Qing, maybe he looks like him, but he is no longer him. He is a British businessman known as the Dark Emperor. A person who can control a stock market at will, how could he be the person you picked up?
They are different people and from two different worlds."
Su Zhetuo put his hand on her face and continued to lie. In fact, he was already sure that he was the clear one. However, he could not admit that this was his despicableness, but it was also his.
Opportunity, not to mention, he was just doing it for her own good.
Having endured this kind of betrayal once, she was already in pain. If it happened again, she would go crazy.
He has already caused her a wound that has not healed yet. Will he do it again?
He was jealous of that man, madly jealous. As a man, the woman he loved was shedding tears, suffering, crying for another man, and was even pregnant with his child.
However, compared to losing her, these are all things he can bear and what he must bear.
However, this time, one person at a time, he had an absolute advantage, because he had never forgotten his Lan Lan, but that person had forgotten it.
Xiang Qinglan weakly put down her hand. She raised her head, her nose moved slightly, and it seemed that even her breathing began to become quiet. The surroundings were really quiet, and she could only hear her own heartbeat.
It's not him, is it?
She put her hand on her chest, and her fingers touched the necklace that had been hanging on her chest.
A flash of silver light flashed across Su Zhetuo's eyes, and he narrowed his eyes again. Vaguely, he seemed to see a set of strange letters on Xiang Qinglan's neck.
Arthur raised his eyes lightly, slid his fingers across Wang Xiaolan's back, then placed them on his own hand, and pulled her hand away smoothly.
"Arthur, what's wrong? Is something wrong?" Wang Xiaolan looked at Arthur strangely, and his expression was as if he was going out. He was so indifferent that he couldn't see any emotions. He was always like this, and he never gave it to others.
Even she has the same opportunity to peek into her own heart.
"Next time, remember not to touch me casually, I don't like it," he opened the car door with a warning tone, which made Wang Xiaolan pale. He had been acting weird recently, and sometimes she didn't know what to do.
Go to him.
Stomping her feet angrily, she followed her and sat in the car. Arthur Wyrie seemed to be always associated with stress. Wherever he was, everything seemed to become very dark.
The car started, and at a very fast speed, it kicked up a series of dust. It seemed that a skirt as white as snow was lifted up, and a leg that attracted people's hearts.
In this winter, it seems that this is an extremely beautiful scenery, not the scenery but the people, people in the eyes of women, and scenery in the eyes of men.
Looking up again, she looked as innocent as a female college student, but she just stared at the car that had passed by with her eyes wide open, took out her bag and put her mobile phone in it.
"Cousin? I'm already here, what, you can't pick me up now, what could be more important than me?" Her eyes widened a bit, obviously very unhappy, and the men who had been looking at her all around looked at her.
Zi was heartbroken, a beauty is a beauty, even if she is angry, she is still a beauty.
"Okay, I can go back by myself." She hung up the phone, but her eyes still drifted to that place.
She put her hand on her chest, and she still seemed to be able to feel the thunderous beating.
God, no, she's in love.
She held her face in her hands, with a dreamy look on her face, which already made those men start to drool.
It's just that now she is drooling over others.
Turning around, the white corner of his clothes flew out of everyone's eyes like a butterfly.
In the dark room, there was an extremely soft sound when the key was turned. The door opened and then closed again, as if he was deliberately slowing down his footsteps.
He walked forward in a familiar manner. Because he had been blind for more than a month, he could now rely on his own intuition without using any lights at all.
Faintly raising his thin lips that were not smiling, he walked past the only bed in the bedroom. There was a woman sleeping on the bed. He walked over lightly and turned on the small lamp placed on the bedside.
The light was weak, but it was possible to see the expressions of all the women.
Although she was asleep, it was obvious that she was sleeping extremely uncomfortable. The brows she frowned from time to time, and the light blue eyelids covered by her eyelashes all showed that the quality of her sleep was very poor.
However, as long as the sound is not too loud, it is impossible to wake her up, because she is tired, really tired.
The man's hand was in the air for a long time, but it did not fall down. He clenched his hand tightly and pursed his lips, obviously struggling with something.
"I'm sorry, Lan Lan, I can't make him remember everything, and I can't let you be him." He sighed slightly and his voice was a little hoarse. After making sure that she wouldn't wake up, he put his hand on hers.
Around his neck, he carefully pulled out a necklace that seemed to be made of platinum, and the pendant of the necklace was in an irregular shape.
Engraved on it is a series of English letters, "Arthur. Huairui."