"Well." Luo Yan nodded with the crowd, stared at the people around him, and the last eyes fell on Zuo Linfan, who stood by the wall.
His face was pale, looking at her eyes with inexplicable light.
"Lin Fan, let's go, don't disturb sister's rest." Chen Lolo pulled Zuo Linfan and walked out of the ward.
Luo Yan looked down at Ximen Yi's painting in her hand. If it was Chu Hang, it would be good, and she could also pin her thoughts.
Thinking of Chu Hang, the two lines of cold tears could not help but flow out, dripping on the painting, and the paper was wet.
The door of the ward was gently opened.
Luo Yan's eyes have been on the portrait. It was her only familiar thing in this world, and she had a disregard of those unexplained guests who walked into the ward.
Until the footsteps stopped by the bed, the owner of the footsteps still didn't say a word, only the slight breathing with undulating breath.
Luo Yan looked up, facing Zuo Linfan's deep, full of thick and sad eyes.
"Do you know him?" Zuo Linfan picked up the painting clip from Luo Yan, staring at the appearance he had already expected.
This painting is the knot of Yan Ziluo and Ximen Yi, and it is also the beginning of his identity of Yan Ziluo at this time.
How many women who are familiar with Ximen Yi can have one of his Yan'er. In those years, he followed himself in the capital of Beijing. He did not pay less attention to this king of the South.
Yan'er, is it you? Is it really you?
Zuo Linfan waited for Luo Yan's answer. As long as she nodded, he would take the lead in his identity.
"How can I know it?" Luo Yan shook her head with a smile. She didn't know what the world would bring to her, so she decided to let herself follow Yan Ziluo's life trajectory.
"Don't know?" Zuo Linfan looked at the tears left by Luo Yan's eyes.
She burst into tears from her awakening, and watched Ximen Yi's portrait cry silently. Is her love in Ximen Yi? Is she Yan Ziluo, who returned from the Qing Dynasty to a few years later? Is he going to be beautiful?
Guess the direction?
"Lin Fan, aren't you going to the bathroom? How can you come to the ward?" Chen Luoluo pushed in and saw Zuo Linfan, not really curious. She looked at Zuo Linfan's abduction from the bathroom to the ward in the ward.
I ca n’t help but get closer and break in.
Since her sister wakes up, she noticed that the two of them had more and more things she didn't understand, making her even more jealous, and also made her particularly worried. She must stick to Zuo Linfan from time to time, and she couldn't give them a chance to be alone.
Then, then
She and Zuo Linfan are husband and wife, and they have become husband and wife!
"Nothing, I want to look at the painting again." Zuo Linfan said, returning the portrait to Luo Yan.
"Go back, I'm okay." Luo Yandao. She knew that Chen Luoluo and Zuo Linfan were husband and wife. If it wasn't for Yan Ziluo an accident on the wedding day, they would have a wedding as scheduled. She remembers that although Zuo Linfan
There is no deep feelings for Chen Loluo, but he has that relationship with Chen Loluo. For her from thousands of years ago, she even worshiped from the end and thought that Zuo Linfan could not shirk
responsibility.
Therefore, for the marriage between Zuo Linfan and Chen Loluo, even if she is now an outsider, she is in favor.
"Lolo, take a car back to the villa by yourself." After leaving the door of the hospital, Zuo Linfan got on his own car and did not drive the door for Chen Luoluo. Instead, he launched the car and said.
"Lin Fan, where are you going?" Chen Lolo hurriedly asked.
But the car had already taken away, Chen Luoluo chased two steps, stopped helplessly, and stomped his feet.
"What's going on? Don't come back when you get married?" Mrs. Chen saw Chen Luoluo returning alone and frowned.
"I'm tired." Chen Luoluo went upstairs. Before returning, she had found a large circle in Binhai City, and even the apartment before Zuo Linfan had found it. At this time, even Dean Chen came back from get off work.
"Is this little couple awkward?" Mrs. Chen looked at Luo Luo's tired back, twisting her brows to Chen Zheng.
"After all, in this marriage, Lolo takes the initiative, and she will be willful, let Xiao Zuo grind her temperament." Chen Zheng said disapproving, "You and I don't want to talk to Lolo, some
Let Xiao Zuo say that after all, they are the one who wants to live for a lifetime, and they have to adjust each other. "
"I'm afraid that Lolo will be grievance, but my wife will be hurt. None of our parents have grievances, but we can't let his later kid bully Lolo.
After Lolo's husband, he had to move. "Mrs. Chen disagreed with Chen Zheng's words and argued.
"The children's affairs are less, and although Lolo and Xiao Zuo have not held a wedding, they have registered to get married, and Ziro finally woke up. I was really tired at this time, and it should be rest." Chen
Sheng stretching his bones and bones, stabbed his waist.
Chen Luoluo returned to the room and kept calling Zuo Linfan's call. He was shut down, and finally hit the phone to the ground fiercely.
"Sister, don't be sorry for me. Lin Fan is mine. No one can take it away. I take himself to him. He is my person in his life." Chen Lolo was in the bathroom.
Rinse your face with cold water, and talk about the wet self in the mirror, say it over and over again.
Zuo Linfan came to the backup residence that Wu Jiahao left him before, a small apartment. The apartment was purchased in a strange identity, so the police did not let the police seize it according to Mohai's industry.
Police pursued the new car prepared with the apartment in the underground parking lot of the apartment. Zuo Linfan never came here, let alone enter this apartment.
The equipment in the apartment is very complete, and a computer is also prepared.
Zuo Linfan walked to the computer desk and opened the machine. Try to use it, and he could even connect to the Internet. Probably Wu Jiahao had paid a long time before, so no one cares about this room. This room has been silently maintaining normal.
The state of use.
Zuo Linfan wants to write a story, a magical story that belongs to him.
So, sat down, his fingers flipped down on the keyboard, Zuo Linfan fell into Sichequan, and the handwriting on the computer screen seemed to be his past shot, and one after another flashed.
And Zuo Linfan also experienced the past as Chu Hang again, which is more detailed than what Chen Loluo talked about at the hospital, making himself feel the pain of being there again.
One night, as if he had experienced everything before.
After dawn, Zuo Linfan turned on the mobile phone that had been closed, slightly over countless call prompts, and called the phone.