"Do you think that's all?" Qin Xin stared at her coldly, with a trace of resentment flashing through her clear eyes under the warm light. She still opened her hands in front of Si Lan, not intending to give in. [@]
"Who are you? Do you think you can get Si Chen by pretending to be Si Lan? You are too naive!"
"Innocent?" Si Lan stepped back, leaning on the water table with her waist, her beautiful shadows fluttering in the mirror, her watery eyes staring at Qin Xin fearlessly. Her red lips pursed slightly: "Then why did you break up?"
Qin Xin's face gradually turned pale, and the cartilage was poked. She bit her lower lip unsteadily, and her thin shoulders were shaking with anger: "You are indeed not Si Lan. Si Lan does not have a vicious heart like you! She is so stupid.
Just a pig, it’s obvious that the person Sichen loves is me
, she also thought she was the one Si Chen loved! Si Chen just used her as a substitute, a substitute, do you understand? So what if Si Chen breaks up with me now? Do you believe it or not, as long as something happens to me, he can throw her away?
Anything next to me?"
Si Lan clenched his hands tightly into fists behind his back, looked at her with a smile without changing his face, and shrugged his shoulders indifferently: "Do you really want to make this bet with me?"
"Why don't I dare to gamble?" Qin Xin sneered.
"What if the loser needs to dig out his or her heart?" The smile on Si Lan's face disappeared instantly, his sharp eyes became cold, and the curl of his lips seemed to be a smile but not a smile.
"Do you dare to bet?"
Qin Xin's body froze, her hands dropped slumped, her eyes stared at her tightly, and she murmured in disbelief: "What are you talking about?"
A layer of dense sweat oozed out from her forehead, soaking through the roots of her hair. A crystal clear bead of sweat slid along her thin outline to her chin, dripping silently on her chest.
The atmosphere became stiff and depressing in an instant. The two of them were neither talking, but looking at each other. In the quiet space, one could almost hear each other's heartbeats. Silan stood up straight, with a little bit of charm at the corner of his mouth, and strolled to
He stopped beside her, smiled heavily, leaned close to her ear and whispered: "Qin Xin, you still owe me a life, remember?"
Qin Xin's spine stiffened, and the fear in her eyes grew more and more. Her pupils kept dilating, and the looming profile in the mirror she stared at with wide eyes was full of evil smiles, alluring and seductive.
The smile at the corner of Si Lan's mouth instantly became bright and sunny. He walked past her, stretched out his hand to open the door and met Lan Sichen who was standing at the door with a worried look on his face. He said in a sweet voice: "Si Chen, you are looking for your heart."
Son?"
"I'm looking for you." Lan Sichen looked at his mouth and saw Qin Xin standing frozen in the bathroom through a gap. He couldn't help but curious: "What are you talking about? It's been so long."
"Apologizing and reminiscing, but she seems to still be angry with me." Silan's helpless tone was a little guilty, and he shrugged helplessly: "Who made me do so much before! She should not forgive me!"
Lan Sichen reached out and gently brushed her fallen hair, which was still stained by water, and said softly: "It's too late now, arrange the guest room, and rest here tonight, okay?"
"Okay!" Si Lan nodded, with a smile on his face and agreed without any hesitation.
"I'll take you to the room." Lan Sichen held her hand and deliberately walked slowly so that she could keep up with him.
When the two people standing at the door of the room stopped, Lan Sichen took the initiative to open the door and turned on the light. The originally empty room was now decorated and even returned to the same appearance as before.
Every piece of furniture is from before, and the placement is exactly the same. The sheets and quilt covers are also the same color as before. The windows are opened, and a gust of wind lifts the curtains, and there is a chill in the cold wind.
The smile on Silan's face gradually sank. He did not look at Lan Sichen, but looked at every detail in the room, which was exactly the same as in his memory, without any changes.
Lan Sichen paid attention to her expression and said when appropriate: "After you left, everything was put in the utility room, and the servants only moved it out during this time. Do you still remember these things?"
Silan didn't seem to hear anything, just turned around and walked to the closet, opened the closet door, found a piece of clothing, ran his fingers down the collar, and murmured in a vague voice: "One button is missing."
Although the voice was not loud, Lan Sichen's body was still obviously stiff. He stood straight on the spot, like a piece of wood, staring at her beautiful figure, and his thin lips could not make a sound for a long time.
"Si Chen, where's the button I pulled off?" Si Lan suddenly turned around and smiled.
"Button..." Lan Sichen hesitated for a moment and said in a low voice: "I lost it."
"It's lost." Si Lan whispered, but his tone was disbelief.
"After all, there was a murder here. If you are afraid, I will arrange other guest rooms." Lan Sichen changed the topic.
Si Lan shook his head, turned and walked towards the window, saying as he walked: "I'm not afraid! We lived in this room before, how could I be afraid."
Every word she spoke was like a knife piercing his heart, while she kept an elegant smile on her face: "Call me if you have anything, and go to bed early."
"Okay." Si Lan nodded, and when he turned to look at him, he was bathed in warm light, and his whole body was as beautiful as a painting.
Lan Sichen turned around and walked to the door, stopped, turned around and looked at her with hesitant eyes, and asked unwillingly: "Did you really not think of anything?"
"Did I forget anything?" Slan asked back.
"Good night." Lan Sichen turned around and left with a smile on his lips.
He closed the door very gently, but the sound of metal collision still lingered coldly in the room; his expression under the warm light gradually dimmed, and he turned his head and felt the breeze blowing on his face, but it was just a wall away, and there was a faint scent of incense in the room.
It is full of light, but outside the house is endless darkness and endless sadness.
In the huge villa, only a few rooms were left with their windows shining brightly. From a distance, it looked secluded and peaceful; the surroundings were very quiet, and something seemed to be floating invisibly. Suddenly, a gunshot broke the silence, making the house look quiet.
Everyone woke up with a start, opened the door in unison, and asked each other who was doing what.
Silan was wearing pajamas and didn't even have time to put on her shoes. She opened the door and ran to Wen Wanrou's room without any hesitation. When she kicked the door open, she saw a messy room with messes all over the floor. Wen Wanrou's face was as pale as paper and her hair was fluffy.
, leaning against the wardrobe in embarrassment, her fingers tightly covering her shoulders, bright red blood continuously flowing out from between her fingers, dyeing her light-colored pajamas red.
The man standing in front of her was wearing tight-fitting black clothes, a mask, black sunglasses, and a pair of leather boots stained with gentle blood, exuding an enchanting aura.
The man's sharp eyes quickly swept across Si Lan's face, and he shot at Wen Wanrou without any hesitation. Wen Wanrou stood still and seemed to have no strength to hide anymore... giving up flashed in his old eyes...
"Be careful!" Si Lan took out a scalpel from the inner thigh without any hesitation and shot directly at the bullet. He quickly rushed towards Wen Wanrou and pushed her directly into her side... The bullet was changed in direction by the impact of the tip of the knife at that moment.
It shot towards the wall, and the tip of the knife pierced the wall tightly.
The man in black quickly turned around and jumped out of the window without any hesitation. He fell to the grass and rolled several times. Finally he got up and ran towards the wall not far away with steady steps. He crossed the wall with great agility and disappeared into the darkness.
among.
Si Lan stood at the window, her long purple hair swept by the wind, a trace of doubt and deepness flashed in her eyes; the air was filled with the strong smell of blood, and her beautiful eyebrows were lightly frowned.
Just as he turned around, Lan Sichen and Lan Yunsheng rushed to the door of the room at the same time. When Lan Yunsheng saw Wen Wanrou sitting on the ground in a panic, his expression suddenly changed, he stepped forward to help her up and said in a caring tone: "Mom, are you okay?
?”
Wen Wanrou frowned in pain, her forehead was covered with sweat, but she still shook her head and said in a weak voice: "I'm fine."
Lan Sichen's eyes fell from the gentle face to a bullet hole in the wall and a knife; finally, they landed on Silan's pink cheeks, and his deep voice raised: "Are you okay?"
Si Lan shook his head and looked at Wen Wanrou: "Sorry, I didn't catch him."
Lan Yunsheng helped Wen Wanrou sit on the bed. Seeing her bleeding shoulder, he frowned and said, "Sichen, mom has been shot. Please help her take out the bullet."
Lan Sichenli's eyes darkened, his bottomless eyes getting darker and darker, his hands hanging on both sides of his body, he remained silent and did not move a step.
"Si Chen, what are you still doing?" Lan Yunsheng's tone revealed a hint of reproach!
Qin Xin heard the noise, walked over, saw Lan Sichen's back and asked curiously: "Sichen, what happened?" When her eyes fell on Wen Wanrou, she couldn't help but scream: "Ah!!!"
Aunt Wen, why are you injured?"
The eyes of Wen Wanrou and Lan Yunsheng only fell on Lan Sichen. No one answered Qin Xin, and the atmosphere exuded a very subtle atmosphere.
After a while, Si Lan walked barefoot to the bedside, his eyes fell on Wen Wanrou's face: "If you don't mind, leave it to me."
Lan Yunsheng's eyebrows knitted together, and his puzzled eyes swept over Lan Sichen. Seeing Wen Wanrou's mental state getting worse and worse, and seeing Silan's determined expression, he nodded and moved away.
Silan went directly to bed, glanced at Wen Wanrou, took her hand away, looked at her wounds carefully, and said calmly: "Prepare hot water, a knife, a tourniquet, anti-inflammatory drugs, and surgical needles and threads."
Lan Yunsheng immediately turned around and walked out of the door to prepare what Si Lan wanted.
Lan Sichen stood there for a long time without moving, then suddenly looked down at Qin Xin and said, "Go back and rest first."
"But Aunt Wen..." Qin Xin hesitated, looking worriedly at the bedside, but Wen Wanrou was covered by Si Lan's back, so she couldn't see anyone.
"As long as Slan is here, nothing will happen. You go and rest."
There was an undeniable strength in Bo Lan Jing's tone. Qin Xin had no choice but to nod helplessly, turned around and walked out.
Lan Sichen once again focused his attention on the scalpel on the wall. Judging from the depth of penetration into the wall, it was impossible to do it with normal force. Moreover, there was a bullet hole next to it, which meant that she was
It was a scalpel that changed the direction of the bullet.
Even Lan Yunsheng can't do such a thing.
Lan Yunsheng quickly brought everything in and placed them neatly beside the bed; Lan Sichen stepped forward and said in a deep and powerful voice: "Let me help you."
Silan didn't even raise his head to look at him, but just hummed softly; his fingers directly tore open Wen Wanrou's pajamas, the wound was bloody and bloody, and brown blood continued to flow out; Wen Wanrou frowned in pain, and there was a gap between her teeth.
Squeezing out painful moans.
"Lan Yunsheng, take off the towel and cover her mouth, hold her shoulders down and stop her from moving."
"Give me the knife..."
Lan Sichen handed her a scalpel. Silan held it in his hand very skillfully. The tip of the knife gently opened the wound, making it easier for the bullet to come out. The tip of the knife went deep three minutes further, and with a gentle lift, the bullet jumped.
He came out and fell directly onto the bed, stained with gentle blood.
In an instant, blood splattered everywhere, covering more or less of the three people. After Wen Wanrou made a painful sound, she paralyzed weakly and passed out. Her eyelashes, which were wet with sweat, trembled slightly, and water dropped.
Flashing crystal light...
"Tourniquet..."
"sewing……"
“Hot water towel…”
"Anti-inflammatories..."
Si Lan's movements were so skillful that she seemed to have done them tens of thousands of times, and she could do them well with her eyes closed; but facing Wen Wanrou, she still concentrated on her eyes, remained calm and collected; finally, after letting Wen Wanrou swallow the anti-inflammatory medicine, Lan Yun
Sheng carried her to the guest room to rest.
There were only two people left in the room, Lan Sichen and Si Lan. There was a mess everywhere, the sheets and bedding were all stained with red blood, and even her pink cheeks were stained with blood; the bright red and pale skin formed a strong contrast;
She wore suspender pajamas, revealing a large area of skin, delicate collarbones, and a faint spring.
Lan Sichen kept looking at her, with inquiry and confusion in his eyes. What else had she not known about in the past four years?
Anatomy, computers, business, skills, wound treatment, what else is there that she doesn't know how to do?
Silan looked up and saw his frown, stretched out his hand to touch his eyebrows, and said comfortingly: "Don't worry, the bullet will not damage the nerves and there will be no problem."
Lan Sichen held her hand expressionlessly, his cold fingers were as warm as a dead person.
"What else don't you know that I don't know?"
Si Lan sat on the bed, looking up at him with her neck raised, a trace of thinking flashed in her eyes, and she said seriously: "I can't tell you at the moment, but you will know later."
A faint smile appeared on her lips, innocent and harmless. She withdrew her hand, picked up the blood-stained bullet, wiped it clean with a sheet, and studied it carefully under the light.
"It's military ordnance. Only people in the army can use it."
Lan Sichen took the bullet in her hand, raised his sword eyebrows again, and the sharpness in his eyes flashed...
Si Lan didn't ask any more questions, turned around and walked to the wall, held the handle of the scalpel, and pulled it out gently. He wiped off the lime on it with his pajamas, turned to look at Lan Sichen and asked curiously: "Si Chen
, you used to be a doctor, but why don’t you dare to touch the scalpel now?”
Lan Sichen's body was obviously shaken, his eyes were lowered, and his two brush-like eyelashes cast a gloomy look; his hands were hidden behind his back, and he was shaking for no reason.
Can he tell her that since that night, he can no longer use a scalpel on a living person? No, because all this is his own choice, because she can no longer remember that terrifying night.
That was not only the darkest day in Slan's life, but also the darkest and coldest day in his life.
When he looked up at her again, he asked instead of answering: "You are very skilled in your movements. Have you often done this before?"
Si Lan walked towards him, smiled softly, and said in a casual tone: "Yes, it happens often, but it's all on dead people. Today is the first time on a living person."
Lan Sichen said nothing, but leaned forward and stretched out his hands to lift her up into the air. Si Lan reflexively wrapped his arms around his neck and raised his eyebrows: "What are you doing?"
"Don't go barefoot next time, it's easy to get cut." He said lightly, with infinite tenderness and indescribable emotions in his dark eyes. He turned around with her and walked out of the messy and bloody room.
The room was on fire. Silan didn't say anything, just played with the bullet in his hand, his clear eyes flashed with curiosity from time to time, and he couldn't figure out many things.
For example, why would someone want to kill Wen Wanrou? Is it the same as the previous two deceased people?
For example, why are the bullets used by the mysterious man military ordnance? He is strong and strong. He must have received professional training. Is he a mercenary or a professional killer? It should not be a professional killer. A professional killer should be faster and faster than him.
In such a long time, it is possible to kill Wen Wanrou, how could there be time to wait for him...
Lan Sichen sent her back to the room and went to the bathroom to get her a wet towel to wipe her face and feet. Si Lan was going to do it by himself, but who knew that Lan Sichen was already kneeling by the bed, holding her hand with one hand?
Ankles, the wet towel gently brushed her soles, ankles, and insteps...
Si Lan was stunned for a moment, looking down at his handsome face that was illuminated by the light, which was a bit unreal. Such a look could not be found even in his memory. The sincerity shining in his black eyes was unbelievable.
A touch of dust...
Lan Sichen put her feet into the quilt and put the towel on top. He raised his head and fell into her clear eyes. The two people's eyes met for a long time. In the quiet space, they could hear each other's breathing, as well as the popping popping.
thumping heartbeat
The atmosphere seems to become condensed and ambiguous, and the uncontrollable heart palpitations are as if someone has stuffed a cat in the heart and collides randomly. This feeling is easily addictive, and even the consciousness becomes blurred...
The fragrant and elegant body fragrance makes people confused and fascinated. Lan Sichen slowly approaches her, and their eyes meet without any shifting. The heartbeats of both of them are accelerating. Under the exaggeration of the light, their pink cheeks seem to be turning red little by little.
.
When the thin lips touched the soft cherry lips, it was as if an electric current surged into my mind from the soles of my feet. Instead of rushing to attack, I just gently and impatiently traced the cherry lips. The lips were soft and sweet, and gradually became
Get bloodthirsty red.
Lan Sichen could clearly feel his heartbeat beating like a drum; it seemed as if he was about to jump out of his chest uncontrollably. He never stretched out his head to her. After some gentle and ambiguous hissing, he pressed his forehead against hers.
Si Lan's forehead, his hoarse voice was hoarse and unbelievable: "I'm sorry."
Si Lan's misty eyes fell on his skin, and the heat rolled on his cheeks, like the wind in the hot summer. His voice added a touch of lust, and he spoke softly but clearly: "Lance
Chen, you still love me!"
Lan Sichen didn't speak, just held her hand, and the cold palm fell on his cheek. The coldness and hotness seemed to offset something. A shallow smile appeared on his lips, and he said softly and firmly: "I
I don’t love you anymore.”
I didn’t love you before, and I can’t love you now.
There was a hint of darkness in Si Lan's eyes, and his voice seemed to be choked: "We really have no chance?"
"Silan, don't ask me again whether I love you or not. No matter how many times you ask me, the answer is the same." Lan Sichen squeezed her hand, feeling that his heart was slowly tightening, and the contraction was uncomfortable.
There is nothing in this world that is more painful than facing the woman you are attracted to and firmly saying that you don't love her.
"Slan..."
Lan Sichen's hoarse voice suddenly stopped. He opened his eyes wide and couldn't believe it. Si Lan actually took the initiative to kiss his lips, with a childish and determined look, full of strength.
Si Lan retreated for a long time, looking at him with smiling eyes, a bright smile on his blood-red lips, and a determined tone like an oath: "You love me! Si Chen, your mouth can deny it, your body
But I can’t deny it.”
The slender fingers went all the way down his neck, past his strong chest, flat belly, and down to his waist; the erection was the best proof of a man's passion.
Lan Sichen didn't expect that she would become so bold after four years; a smile with unknown meaning appeared on the corner of his mouth, he grabbed her finger and said in a sexy voice: "Don't you know that men are animals that think with their lower bodies? If it were anything else,
As a woman, I would have the same reaction. Because I am a man!"
"Really?" Si Lan leaned towards him and blew a breath of hot air into his ear playfully. He instantly felt that his body was extremely tight, and a bead of sweat slowly flowed down...
Lan Sichen's eyes turned scarlet red, he clasped her shoulders and opened the distance between the two of them, and said with difficulty: "Stop making trouble, Silan."
Si Lan smiled sweetly, looking like an elf who likes to play pranks at the moment.
"If you really don't love me, just reject me! If you don't reject me, it means you love me..." Silan put her hands around his neck affectionately, with an infinite smile on her lips: "You break up with Qin Xin,
Isn’t it just that you can’t let me go?”
Lan Sichen frowned tightly and restrained his desires again and again, but she teased him again and again!
"Si Chen, I don't want to let you go!"
Lan Sichen's firm and domineering words did not allow him to argue, so he blocked his lips and began to hiss like a little monster.
Lan Sichen frowned in pain, and clasped her shoulders with both hands, but his movements were very unconfident. It is difficult for a man to have the sense to resist when the woman he loves throws himself into her arms, let alone reject her.
The young master said: The 6,000-word update has been completed today. Should I go away? I am confused...