Lan Sichen walked a long way with scorpio on his back. Helianze and Tang Nouo drove down the mountain and took them back together.┌* ┐Lan Sichen carried scorpio into the bathroom, carefully washed her bloody feet, and the medicine box that Tang Nouo brought. He naturally took over and carefully treated her wounds.
Lan Sichen himself is a doctor, and it is not a problem to deal with this small wound. But he is still very careful and careful. Every time he applies medicine to the wound, he will look at her.
But Scorpio's expression was calm and he didn't even frown.
It can be imagined that these pains are really nothing to her.
Thinking of what happened four years ago, Lan Sichen lowered his head and a sore smile appeared on the corner of his mouth. Isn’t she all created by herself now?!
Helianze leaned against the window and just lit a cigarette, Tang Nuouo stepped forward and snatched out the cigarette butts, and said in a bad tone: "Hasn't you warned you that you can't smoke anymore?"
Helianze curled his lips slightly and sighed: "You can't quit getting used to it."
Tang Nouu realized something and subconsciously looked at the scorpio's room. Although the door was not closed, only a gap was revealed. Her red lips pursed: "She has only loved Lan Sichen for a few months, but the pain that Lan Sichen gave her is for a lifetime."
"Do you know that once hatred becomes love for a long time?" Helianze's eyes fell sharply on Tang Nouo's calm eyes.
Her heart creaked, her beautiful brows tightly twisted together, and she shook her head: "No! Silan is not another woman. She is not that weak now, and she will not treat love as everything."
A light smile floated on the corner of Helianze's mouth, which was unknown, and his eyes looked at the door, making him feel more profound.
Love and hate have never appeared alone, but sometimes love is a little more than hate, so it blurs hatred; sometimes hate is a little more than love, so it blurs love; but in the end it still hates, but still loves.
When you hate someone to the extreme, the opposite of hatred becomes love.
Maybe Si Lan is still hating at this moment, but who can guarantee that in the end, there is love without love and hate without hatred!
Love and hate are never something that can be explained clearly in just a few words.
Tang Nouu no longer argued for Si Lan because the four words "empathy" have never existed. She was not Si Lan, and she would not understand and understand what Si Lan thought and thought in her heart.
Lan Sichen threw the cotton swab in the trash can and covered the quilt for the scorpio. His low voice suddenly appeared: "Don't touch the wounds these days, rest well."
When I turned around and stood up and was about to walk out of the room, I heard a cold voice behind me: "I will not give up on Ruimao."
He stiffened his spine behind him, turned around and walked to her, a faint smile floated on the corner of his mouth, lifted her bangs with his fingers, leaned over and a light kiss fell on his fair and flawless forehead, but it passed by in a short second, the soft touch, distant and familiar, seemed to have evoked some thoughts.
"I won't let you feel guilty." As he said this, his eyes were filled with appreciation. This woman would be his strongest opponent.
In love, meeting in a narrow road does not necessarily mean that the brave will win. What about the law of survival? Who will be the one who will win in the end?
Scorpio's eyes flashed, and his voice became a little colder: "I don't need you to let you go! Lan Sichen, this time I will fight you with you once!"
"Hope, you won't let me down." Lan Sichen smiled and said, his phoenix eyes flowing with warmth. If he could lose to her, he wouldn't feel wronged.
"I will definitely let you lose completely." Scorpio spoke unwaveringly.
This time she will make Lan Sichen lose completely, and he doesn't need to lose to himself deliberately because of guilt. He will definitely get what he owes him little by little, and he doesn't need to let him go!
Lan Sichen didn't say anything, but turned around and walked towards the door. When his hand fell on the cold doorknob, he heard her voice ringing again. "An Su..."
"It has nothing to do with you, Ji Fengwen and Lan Yunsheng will not make things difficult for you." Lan Sichen did not turn around, but his figure stood up in isolation.
Scorpio's mouth curled up with disdain, An Su's affairs had nothing to do with him. "I just want to say that An Su is a good woman."
Yes! An Su is a good woman, but I ruined it! Lan Sichen did not say this, but opened the door and walked out. The door was closed very lightly, but the sound of metal collision still floated clearly in the room.
A door seemed to close the doors of two worlds, blocking everything between them.
There is nothing else except the opponent.
Scorpio lowered his eyes, his curly eyelashes trembled gently, his fingers lifted his bangs, gently stroked the place he had kissed, and a sneer appeared on the corner of his mouth, and his bright eyes became more and more dull...
Lan Sichen did not look at the two people standing in the living room, and walked out with great strides.
Helianze and Tang Nouo walked into the room together. Tang Nouo saw that her expression was not too bad, so he calmed down a little. "How are you?"
Scorpio didn't say anything, his eyes met Helianze and said, "Is An Su really dead?"
Helianze's eyes flashed a little heavy, and he nodded; "Lan Sichen sent many people to search the sea, and except for finding the wreckage of the car, he could not find anything else. The water police said that the chance of survival was zero."
Scorpio lowered his eyes and said nothing.
"This was caused by Lan Yunsheng and it has nothing to do with you." Tang Nou Nuo was afraid that she would feel uncomfortable.
Si Lan is very cold now, but she never thought about who to die. Even if she hates Lan Si Chen again, she has many opportunities to kill Lan Si Chen, but she did not do so. Because of this kind of murder, what is the difference between Lan Si Chen?
"An Su is a good woman, and I admire her very much." Scorpio spoke with a hint of regret in her tone. Whether four years ago or four years later, she still admired An Su in her heart.
Helianze hugged his hands in front of his chest and nodded: "She is indeed a very powerful woman! It would be even better if she could be our friend. It's a pity... she was young..."
"Who did this time? Lan Aotian or Lan Yuanmo?"
"I don't know." Scorpio replied lightly, and when Tang Nuouo was about to speak, he took the initiative: "I'm a little tired, let me rest."
Tang Nou Nuo and Helianze looked at each other and nodded: "Okay, you have a good rest first."
When she walked to the door with Helianze, she hesitated and turned around and said, "We informed Ann, he should contact you soon."
Scorpio frowned. Before he could speak, the phone at the bedside was already ringing. He knew who it was without asking. Tang Nouo and Helianze stopped talking and left quickly, otherwise Si Lan would definitely blame them for telling Ann about the matter.
Apart from such a big thing, can you notify Ann?
Scorpio turned on the phone hands-free, put it aside, and lay down.
"You are so willful this time." A hint of grievance was revealed in your low and confused voice, like a child. "What should you do if something really happens to you?"
"I'm not dead yet." Scorpio said in a cold tone, looking at the phone, as if he could see him through the phone.
"At least don't die where I can't see it, because—" he paused for a moment and said a little rigorously: "I'm afraid I won't have time to die with you."
"ann, I'll tell you a story." Her voice faded a little, and she slowly closed her eyes for several minutes. She didn't say anything. She continued to talk to herself: "Once upon a time, a poor boy fell in love with a rich girl. He loved the rich girl very much. The rich girl said, "Then you dance with me. If the light comes on after a dance, you haven't let go of my hand yet, we will be together. The poor boy agreed, but when the light comes on halfway through the dance, the poor boy still let go of the rich girl's hand and walked far away. At that moment, the poor boy finally understood that no matter how much he loved her, he could never be with her. Because he couldn't overcome the humility in his heart, he didn't even dare to hold the rich girl's hand openly. He was afraid that people would be afraid of words. The rich girl also knew that the poor boy loved himself very much, but he loved his self-esteem even more..."
How can two people from completely different worlds be together?
"ann, no matter whether you are a rich girl or not, I am just that poor boy."
There was no sound there for a long time, but the intermittent gasping sound could premonition that he was in a bad mood.
She closed her eyes. The memories of these four years were enough to make her feel pain in just a few months of love. However, in these four years, she has always watched Ann coldly. No matter whether he is sincere or playing with himself, the heart that was poached has left her, and she has taken away with her love, and there is nothing left.
No matter whether she loves it or not, she knows that she will never have the courage to hold whoever hand in her life!
"My Blue, you are so cruel." His low voice was a hint of unwillingness.
Scorpio didn't say anything, leaned sideways on the edge of the bed, making a gentle breathing sound, as if he was asleep. His slender eyelashes were thick and still, and his quiet sleeping face was as immature as a child.
He was silent for a long time and finally cut off the phone. He turned around and walked to the window, watching the lights outside the bright glass flickering, beautiful and gorgeous, but a little deserted and cold.
The woman knocked on the door, walked in, saw his back, and couldn't help but speak: "Isn't she dead yet?"
"I want to go back." His low tone exudes a strong majesty and irresistible.
"You never thought about going back to China for so many years." She walked to him, turned her head to see his tense expression and said, "Is it because of her?"
He turned to look at her, his eyes reflected in the neon light, and his thin lips pursed: "I only want to prove that she is not a poor boy."
The woman was puzzled, and the charming Liu Mei bent. Before she could speak, he turned around and walked towards the door. So, she couldn't wait to speak: "Where is she better than me? Do you rather break the contract than divorce me?"
He stopped, turned around and looked at the woman who was not inferior to Si Lan at all: "Actually, she is not as good as you in any way. Just-" He paused and smiled slightly: "I just like her only."
In fact, she is not as good as you in any place, but I just like her.
Zhang Ailing said, "I met the person you met among millions of people. In the endless wilderness of time, there was no step earlier or step later. I happened to catch up, and there was nothing else to say, but I could only ask gently: "Oh, are you here too?"
Keqin leaned against the window and watched him walk out of the room, turned his head to look at the beautiful night view outside, and a sarcastic smile appeared on the corner of her mouth. She just liked her, but how could a cold-blooded woman like her fall in love with you!
ann, how could you still believe in love!
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Ji Feng sat on the sofa decadently, holding tightly in his palm, the pearl earrings that An Su threw down, with a decadent look, the stubble on his chin looming, and the clothes on his body wrinkled, and no longer had the handsome image he had before.
When Lan Sichen returned to Lan's house, Lan Yunsheng sat on the sofa with a rigorous expression and his gaze shifted from Ji Fengwen's body to Lan Sichen without saying a word.
Lan Sichen gave a command to the servant, walked to Ji Fengwen and said, "Go and take a shower and take a rest. Let's talk about the rest later."
Ji Feng Wen didn't move for a long time, but when Lan Sichen's hand fell on his shoulder, he raised his head, his dim pupils were empty and had no focus. He stared at Lan Sichen, and his thin lips curled up his self-deprecating smile: "Why isn't the dead person? Why isn't it me?"
The painful heart is self-evident, like being slaughtered by a knife again and again. Why did that woman sacrificed, she didn't miss anything? She just loved someone who didn't love herself. Is it wrong? She just fell in love with someone, is it also wrong?
A trace of gloom passed through Lan Sichen's eyes. An Su and herself have not been short of time, and she is her most capable assistant. Now she will no longer be here, and it is fake to say that she does not feel heartbroken.
But no one can blame all this?
Lan Yunsheng looked at them without saying anything. An Su was a good woman and a good talent. Losing her was indeed their loss. If Lan Ruixiu knew about this, he would be heartbroken.
The phone was vibrating, and after a long time, Lan Yunsheng realized that it was his phone. He answered the phone immediately. After a few seconds, his tone was soft and respectful: "You have returned to China, Sichen and I will pick you up immediately."
Cut off the phone, his sharp eyes shot straight at Lan Sichen, stood up, and spoke seriously: "Mom has returned to China, and is at the airport at this moment. You want to pick her up with me."
Lan Sichen squatted on the ground, his spine stiffened, his eyes fell on Ji Fengwen's body, and he said without considering it: "I won't go."
"Lan Sichen, that's our mother." Lan Yunsheng strengthened his tone.
Since he was kidnapped that year, Qin Xin blocked him a shot. After returning, Lan Sichen's personality changed drastically, and he became gloomy and unpredictable. No one could understand his thoughts.
In the past, the three brothers had a good relationship, and Lan Sichen was a rare good temper among all the members of the Lan family. He was gentle, gentle and elegant, never lost his temper, was gentle and smooth in dealing with people, didn't think deeply, didn't like socializing, didn't care about it, and was very casual.
After that incident, he changed his whole body. At first he thought it was because he was too nervous, but for so many years, until Xin'er's health has completely recovered, he still did this...
"I'll take you back to your room to rest." Lan Sichen was unwilling to bother with this issue anymore, so he pulled Ji Feng steadily to the second floor.
Lan Yunsheng looked helplessly at his back and walked towards the building, knowing that he couldn't force it, and there was no way that he could go to the airport to deal with his mother first.
In the VIP room at the airport, the lights fell softly on the lady. She was wearing a small beige suit on the upper body, a white long gown with a tassel collar, a light-colored trousers on the lower body, and a light-colored high heels. The roots were tall and thin. The smooth skin could vaguely see the traces of time, and the hair was tied up to fully show her upright facial features. Although her eyes had fine marks, they were clean and thorough, and as gentle as jade.
When tasting the precious tea, every move is filled with noble and elegant temperament. The one wearing a big and dazzling diamond on your chest is just a small piece of transparent jade, adding a bit of intellectual atmosphere of a book.
Lan Yunsheng walked into the VIP room and saw her. The joy in his eyes could not be suppressed, but his expression was still the same as before. He walked forward and spoke respectfully: "Mom!"
Wen Wanrou's eyes were attracted by the sound. She turned around and saw Lan Yunsheng standing in front of her, bowing her head. The light in her eyes was faint and there was not much emotion.
"Yun Sheng, it's a lot white." She spoke, her voice calmly, her soft and hard voice was moderate, and it was also a kind of auditory enjoyment in her ears.
At this moment, Lan Yunsheng felt sad and said without a trace: "In the past four years of returning, we will always change slowly."
A trace of surprise flashed through Wen Wanru's phoenix eyes, and she muttered to herself: "It turns out that you have been back from the army for four years."
Lan Yunsheng smiled bitterly, but stopped saying anything.
Wen Wanrou stood up, her eyes looked straight with him, a gentle smile on the corner of her mouth, and patted his shoulder with both hands: "Yun Sheng, you have been the child that makes me most at ease since you were a child. Because you have always been relaxed and able to grasp the right amount of your work. I hope that the same will happen in the future."
"I can." Lan Yunsheng nodded, but did not explain. He was always careful not to make any mistakes in his work because he wanted to get their recognition, but in the end no one recognized him.
"Go back." She chuckled, with a look of satisfaction flowing in her eyes. She never mentioned Lan Sichen, as if she had known that Lan Sichen would not come to pick her up.
The three sons of the Lan family, only Lan Sichen inherited the gentle and soft appearance, while Lan Yunsheng's appearance and temperament were inherited to a little gentle, except Lan Ruixiu. Whether it is his unruly, evil and ostentatious personality or cold face, he does not look gentle.
"I haven't come back for many years, and this city has changed a lot." Wen Wanrou sat in the car, looking at the fleeting scenery outside, feeling a little moved.
Lan Yunsheng nodded but didn't say anything. He couldn't even remember how long it took Wen Wanrou to come back. She didn't see her since she was a child, and she had been flying all over the world before. It was not easy to meet her.
"Is Ruixiu okay?" She finally remembered that she had a son.
"He went to the United States to treat his feet and hasn't come back yet."
Wen Wanru nodded thoughtfully, and spoke again after a while in silence: "Yun Sheng, tell me about that girl."
Lan Yunsheng was stunned. He didn't expect that she would switch to the topic so quickly. He pursed his lips and said, "Mom, you are tired of flying for so long. Go back and rest first. I'll talk to you in detail later."
Wen Wanrou's eyes swept across his face, the light in his pupils was slightly different, and his lips were leaning against a shallow smile, unfathomable.
Lan Yunsheng avoided her eyes and saw how transparent it was. He had experienced it. No matter what kind of person it was, it seemed transparent and had no secrets in front of her.
Wen Wanru's eyes turned out the window and spoke lightly: "Si Chen has been soft-hearted and paranoid since he was a child, and is easily confused. I hope you won't."
However, Yun Qingfeng's calm sentence made the atmosphere in the car particularly solemn, making Lan Yunsheng breathless. The mother and son were connected. Although he could not guess the gentle and soft thoughts, how could he not hear the meaning of her words?
The car was driving calmly on the road, and no one spoke to break the depressing atmosphere. Cold sweat oozed out of Lan Yunsheng's palm on his knees. He couldn't imagine how his mother would react if she knew that Si Lan was attacking Ruimao now.
The car parked at the door of the Lan family, and a red carpet rushed towards the door. All the servants of the Lan family were dressed neatly and stood on both sides of the red carpet at the door. When the door opened, they spoke in unison: "Welcome Mrs. Lan home!"
Wen Wanrou got out of the car, looked around with her eyes, and said with a smile: "Don't be nervous, I'm just coming back to stay for a few days, you guys are busy with yours."
"Yes." Everyone dispersed in an orderly manner under the command of the new housekeeper.
Wen Wanrou spoke to Lan Yunsheng: "How is the case of the old housekeeper?"
"My father called the director and the incident was settled, but the murderer could not catch it. The matter was left unresolved," Lan Yunsheng answered truthfully.
"Remember to treat her family well, after all, she has been in the Lan family for so long." Wen Wanrou sighed and walked towards the hall of the Lan family.
Everything has not changed. Just like back then, the servants are busy with their own work. The glass lamps are flashing with warm lights, and the walls are priceless paintings; they are all paintings by modern celebrities.
"Si Chen, still living in the original room?" she spoke.
Lan Yunsheng was not surprised at all. The first person she came back would definitely be Lan Sichen. "Sichen is now living in the guest room."
Wen Wanrou frowned slightly, and her low and hoarse voice was not a reproach: "His temper has really not changed at all."
After saying that, he walked upstairs. Lan Yunsheng no longer followed him, but instead instructed the servants to prepare Western styles for dinner, and the room was prepared with essential oils and incense. What brand of shower gel is prepared in the bathroom... But he is here.
Wen Wanrou pushed open the door, and the room was not turned on. In the dim light, she could vaguely see the figure sitting on the sofa. She did not turn on the light, and walked to the sofa in her high heels and said gently: "Si Chen, mother is back."
The young master said: The 6,000-word update has been completed today! Huhu, I was called out at noon and I was busy with the matter until now. The update has been late. I am so sorry, I’m sorry!