and I think about it and I think about it

Helianze grabbed his hand and put it into her clothes, sucking his Adam's apple with her lips, and his low voice was full of temptation: "You pervert, come in... I want to feel you..."

Lan Yunsheng's eyes trembled, and she stood up suddenly, turned him over and pressed him on the bar, tore off his clothes, and also tore off his last barrier...

Helianze was lying on the cold marble table. The pain was sudden and raw. He frowned in pain and bit his lower lip tightly to prevent himself from making any sound.

Feeling his pain and suffering, confusion and helplessness seemed not enough. The pain in his body was far less than the pain in his heart...

What a pervert, what should I do...I like you so much.

No matter how rudely Lan Yunsheng treated him, Helianze never yelled a word. At this moment, he was willing, but other than that, there was no way to feel his heart.

If they don't do this, it feels like the relationship between them will really... be over.

Fragrant sweat dripping, heavy breathing, and the lingering throbbing deep in the soul that bound the two people tightly together.

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The moon is bright and the stars are sparse, the branches of the cherry blossom trees in full bloom are swaying gently in the wind, and the pink petals are falling, dancing all over the sky, falling lightly on her hair and shoulders. Her long hair hangs down like a waterfall, and the tips of her hair are

Floating, her fair skin was like condensed fat, and her pair of black pupils were exhausted, hidden behind her bangs.

Lan Sichen stood in front of her, with one hand in his pocket, his gentle eyes always looking at her intently. Her young face and the flying cherry blossoms were reflected in his dark eyes.

"sorry."

In the quiet night, he spoke quietly, his low voice was soft but full of charm, and his sincere expression showed no pretense. "I'm sorry, because I dragged you into these abyss. Not only did I cruelly take away the most important thing from you.

Things that put you in danger again and again."

Si Lan's watery eyes looked at him calmly, her heart still, without love or hatred. Now, she could finally face this man who made her love and hate her calmly.

The fingers he took out of his pocket had clear bones and the thin and slender fingers held a recording pen and handed it to him.

Lan Sichen was startled, looked at the recorder and shook his head: "That's not what I meant."

Si Lan grabbed his hand and placed the recording pen in his palm. His fingers were cold, no different from his own body temperature, but the texture on his palm was very fine.

Some people say that young people should not have too many wrinkles on their palms.

"I finally understand why Ning Mo never stopped me from taking revenge on the Lan family and you."

Silan raised his head and looked at him without any obstruction. His tone finally lifted the weight from the past, as if the big stone in his heart had finally been lifted.

Lan Sichen looked at her, his fingers were stiff and did not move for a while, like a perfect statue.

"There is a kind of rebellion in human beings. The more you are told not to do something, the more you will want to do it. If Ning Mo had stopped me, I think my revenge would have been even crazier and the situation would have been even more out of control than it is now.

Ning Mo didn't stop me, he indulged my willfulness time and time again, and helped me clean up the mess every time. I really can't bear to hurt such a person again."

Although Lan Sichen felt extremely bitter in her heart, she had to admit that everything she said was right.

Xu Ningmo paid too much for Si Lan, and he hurt Si Lan too much. In comparison, he seemed even more despicable.

"I don't want to hurt the people around me anymore because of your Lan family. Lan Sichen, I stabbed my sharp sword in your chest. I thought this was the best revenge for you; but I never knew that, in fact,

There is no need for me to take revenge on you, because you have been living in hell. And my greatest revenge on you is to no longer love you or hate you!"

Lan Sichen's eyes were startled, and he uttered two words with difficulty on his lips: "As..."

How can you not hate me!

The corners of Si Lan's mouth slightly raised, and a light flashed through his bright water eyes, and he whispered softly: "What happened back then had a great impact on you. Originally, Qin Xin was your favorite woman. But because of yourself, you let your beloved

When a woman is in trouble, all your reason and calmness disappear. The only thing you can think of and do is to save her, no matter how many people you hurt or the price you have to pay. You are like a trapped animal fighting.

I just broke into your territory unintentionally and became a target."

"If it were me, I probably wouldn't have done any better than you. Anyway, I already know that I am the first person to be liberated now, not you. This can be considered a kind of retribution."

The original plan was to announce Lan Sichen's life experience to the world, so that the whole world would know the ugliness of the Lan family. But what was the point of doing so? It was just a mistake made by the previous generation, but they let Lan Sichen bear the burden of this alone.

The pain that made him guilty always exists.

This is the greatest revenge God gives him.

Wen Wanrou once said that Lan Sichen’s heart is as high as the sky and his life is as thin as paper. This is true.

Lan Sichen held the recorder tightly, a trace of guilt flashed in his eyes. When he raised his head and looked at her again, he seemed to see her before. His eyes were so pure and clean that people couldn't look away.

"Asian, let me hug you again."

Without waiting for Si Lan to nod in agreement, Lan Sichen stepped forward and hugged her tightly, leaving no gap. Her body was so thin that she was just a little bit in his arms, as if she was as heavy as a ball of cotton.

He lost his way and entered a dead end, struggling all the time and unable to find an exit; but Slan gave him a direction and an exit, so that he could finally escape from the whirlpool that was about to suffocate him.

Silan didn't move, but felt his heartbeat, beating powerfully.

Lan Sichen has been struggling hard, and has always wanted to know whether it is a good thing to be born into this world with the crime of adultery. It is undeniable that without Lan Sichen, none of the tragedies might have happened.

But if we think about it from another angle, does he have a choice if he can come to this world?

The previous harm has been magnified and mentioned all the time, so that the Lan family and Lan Sichen are forced to fight against each other; making themselves only remember the harm caused by Lan Sichen but forgetting what they have; Ning Mo

She is not alone, but has a group of friends who treat her sincerely.

Without Lan Sichen, how could she have been lucky enough to know these people.

And Lan Sichen, at the age of eighteen, was originally a brilliant and flowery age. He should have been radiant and the proud son of heaven, but he fell into the coldest darkness in his life. At the end of the road, he made the worst decision in his life.

It was a crime worthy of death; but neither the Lan family nor he had been punished since.

If you insist on not letting go, using your identity as a victim to seek crazy revenge and wanton harm, then what is the difference between you and Qin Xin and Lan Sichen?

Forget it, Slan, that's it.

Lan Sichen tightened his arms and hugged her hard, his gentle breath sprayed into Silan's ears, and he said in a low voice: "Asi, you must be happy."

Maybe, this is the ending between him and her.

Even if you don't want to let go, you have to let go. Because there is too much hurt and blood between them. There is no way to go back to the past. Without going back to the past, those things will disappear, but they will not be forgotten.

Si Lan stood there quietly, watching his back disappear into the night. The stars were twinkling in the mysterious sky, and he raised a slight arc at the corner of his mouth and murmured to himself: "Ning Mo, thank you."

If it weren't for Ning Mo, how could she have awakened at this last moment to let go of the hatred in her heart and free herself from the whirlpool?

Lan Sichen seemed to hear her whisper, his steps stagnated slightly, and the corners of his mouth curled up in a bitter arc. It was a kind of bone-gnawing pain. From the moment he fell in love with her, he was destined to be doomed.

If it were Xu Ningmo, she didn't seem qualified to say anything. If it was Xu Ningmo, she would be happy.

With this thought in mind, he quickened his pace and left without looking back at her again, fearing that he would be reluctant to leave and let go like this.

When Si Lan was about to leave, he turned around and saw Wen Wanrou standing behind her with two glasses of red wine, smiling brightly and sparklingly. Although her eyes were red from crying before, it did not cover up her charm at all.

"Drink a drink with me." Wen Wanrou handed her a full glass of wine.

The petals fell lightly into the wine glass, and the blood-red liquid rippled and spread out in circles. Si Lan hesitated for a few seconds before taking the wine glass.

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Lan Sichen held the recorder and didn't know what to do with it, whether to destroy it or keep it... Standing at the end of the corridor was Lan Aotian, his lips pressed tightly, his deep pupils staring at him tightly, his expression solemn and not angry.

And mighty.

Lan Sichen didn't stop for a second when he passed by him. A cold voice came from behind: "Lan Sichen, I am your father after all."

--Father?

For Lan Sichen, these two words are too heavy and full of darkness.

He stopped and turned his back to him but did not look back. Lan Aotian walked up to him with small steps and said sternly: "No matter what, you are my son, and my blood is flowing in your body. Don't do anything for me anymore."

Meaningless people do meaningless things.”

Lan Sichen's cold eyes met the sharp point, and he sneered and retorted: "Having a son with your own wife gives you a sense of accomplishment, doesn't it?"

"...You." Lan Aotian's face froze, and he gradually turned red with anger, but he just stared at him, pursed his lips and said nothing.

"Don't try to do anything to her again, unless you want my life."

Lan Sichen made a low voice and had already spoken decisively.

Silan is already his life, hurting Silan is equivalent to taking his life.

"Lan Sichen!"

Lan Aotian shouted coldly and wanted to scold him, but Lan Sichen had no intention of listening and strode away from the place.

Everything has become clear, no matter what decision Si Lan makes, he will not care; and now they have no reason to hurt Si Lan, unless they can kill Ling Jiuyue together.

Lan Sichen shook the recording pen in his hand, maybe it would be more appropriate to hand it over to Ling Jiuyue for safekeeping.

At least it can become Si Lan's talisman when necessary. That fool knows how to let go of his hatred, isn't he afraid that Lan Aotian will hurt her again? She doesn't want such an important thing if she doesn't want it -

How stupid.

But if she wasn't so stupid, smart and naive, it seems like... she wouldn't be so deeply in love...

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Hospital phone number, Lan Jing'en's operation was successful, the bullet was successfully removed, and she was transferred to the ward out of danger. Ye Haoyu stayed by her side to guard her. Xu Ningmo had his own matters to deal with, and Si Lan also

Haoyang had to go to the company to deal with the matter, otherwise Tony wouldn't be able to handle it alone.
To be continued...