Sitting in an old building, an old bed, and an old computer, when Arthur Wyrie looked at everything in this room, the corners of his lips finally raised, no, he is not Arthur Wyrie now, but
It is Qing, the Qing that belongs here.
He changed everything here back. Maybe he couldn't change time, but he could make this place return to its original appearance. He spent all his efforts to rebuild their home.
It is easy to build a new building, but if you want to build an old building and find some old furniture, it seems to be much more difficult than building a new one.
However, he still did it, and he finally returned to his home. He knew that everything here had changed greatly when he disappeared, and that Su Zhetuo had changed everything here until the house was demolished.
, is no longer his home.
He didn't know what Su Zhetuo did during the days he left. He didn't want to know, but he believed in that woman, really believed in her.
He didn't want to ask or check, if he couldn't even give her such trust, then what was the difference between him and Su Zhetuo.
Moreover, he was really grateful to Su Zhetuo for giving her so much help during his absence. Although his motives were impure and he had his own purpose, he was still grateful for the young master Lan he had given him.
Suffered a lot.
It's just that he made her suffer less, but their roles were reversed, and he became the one who hurt her. When it comes to hurt, what he gave her was really better than Su Zhetuo's
You have to give more and suffer even more.
He is still wearing that dress. It can be said that Xiang Qinglan exchanged his dignity for that dress. This is what she gave him, everything she gave him, even if he forgot everything, he would not be willing to throw it away.
Clothes, but the most important thing about him is that he is willing to hurt his Lan.
Her Qing is a bad guy, she really is. But she won't be anymore, she really won't be anymore.
He opened a window and searched for these furniture for a long time. However, he finally found almost all of them. Some of the broken ones were the same ones, and the place became what it was before.
There was her, there was Qing, and they were an extremely simple, but extremely happy home.
However, except for the other two people, Arthur Wyrie looked coldly at the two men sitting on the only sofa. He almost had the urge to kill them.
Yin Sa sat on most of the sofa. The sofa was too small, and half of Fred's butt was outside. However, he didn't dare to squeeze in, because, he admitted unpromisingly, he was a little afraid of Yin Sa.
There are so many medicines, and who knows if one of them is given one and doesn't take the medicine, then he won't go crazy.
"Look, the boss is angry, his eyes are turning red," Fred whispered. They just came back from a mission, working as porters and perverts. Now, they are almost tired.
If they die, can't they take a break?
"You'd better talk less today. My master seems to be in a good temper today. Otherwise, you would have been thrown to the Antarctic to feed polar bears."
Fred was stunned for a moment, "Boy, polar bears are the only ones in the Arctic, and penguins are the only ones in the Antarctic. And I will eat it instead of it eating me. If you are about to starve to death, you can eat anything."
Yin Sa glared at him, but Fred could only look away and smile dryly, "Boy, you have today too. It's embarrassing. You must have failed geography when you were a child."
Yin Sa stared at him for a long time, until he had enough. He pursed his lips and said nothing, and a drop of sweat fell down his forehead.
He stretched out his hand and wiped the sweat from his forehead. The furniture was old enough, but luckily it wasn't that heavy. He looked around. It was a really simple place. He didn't know how the owner at that time was used to it.
He was born with an extremely superior life. Now here, he really can't imagine how he lived here before.
His life must have been very hard. Perhaps, his master was not afraid of hardship, because he was that strong and perverted man, but he still felt that he had wronged his master.
He has sold blood, carried cement, and even sold newspapers. Arthur Wyrie, a myth in the shopping mall, can turn his hands into clouds and turn his hands into rain, but he has done these things. If he were not the person involved, maybe,
Even he himself really couldn't imagine it.
However, he did not regret it at all. Compared with what this woman did for him, he still did too little.
Arthur sat beside the bed, which was still the same old bed. Their bed was actually about to be dismantled. He found it from a warehouse.
He came back here again. It seemed that he had never disappeared or left. He was still Qing, the man who knew nothing about his past. If it hadn't been for the car accident, perhaps they would still be living like this.
Together, although it is very hard, it is very happy.
He needs her warmth in his world. He really needs it. He will take responsibility for everything he does, including that child, their baby.
"Lan, you are about to wake up. As long as you wake up, are you willing to use your own blood to save our baby's life?" He stretched out his hand and carefully touched her face with his fingers, and his fingers were big
Most of them were cuts.
In fact, everything here was done by him alone. He repaired the old sofa and their old furniture, but his hands were actually already scarred. The scars were on his hands, and he couldn't feel them.
It hurt, but Lan's heart was also scarred, but he felt it.
She was in pain, very much.
He sat by the bed and just looked at the woman lying on the bed with great concentration. This was his world and everything to him, and everything else was useless.
And he let the two people occupy the only sofa they had. It was not their previous one, but it was exactly the same as that one.
He took a careful look at Arthur, but Arthur only glanced at him lightly. However, the indifference in his eyes had already frightened him.
"Lao Zai, I will fix it soon, don't worry," he just moved his lips and made no sound. He was so wronged not because of his woman, so please forgive him once.
Arthur narrowed his eyes. They destroyed his sofa, the only sofa he and Lan had. A coldness flashed in his green eyes, but when he stood up, he accidentally pulled him onto Xiang Qinglan.
The quilt. He quickly sat down again and carefully covered her with the quilt.
"I'm sorry, Lan, I scared you. Are you cold?" His big palm caressed Xiang Qinglan's face, and he felt relieved when he felt the warmth on her face.