"What a little fool. Being able to marry you is the greatest happiness in my life. How can I regret it? Don't think so much. Take good care of your skin and wait to become a beautiful bride. Okay, it's late.
, you go to sleep quickly." Unfortunately, Qiu Yunfeng didn't give her a chance to hesitate. After saying that, he tucked An Luoluo into the quilt, kissed her gently on the forehead, turned around and left the room,
Don't give her a chance to refuse at all.
Looking at Qiu Yunfeng's gently closed door, An Luoluo no longer felt sleepy at all. He lay quietly on the bed, staring at the ceiling with his eyes wide open, and the figure of Situ Ran could not help but reappear in his mind.
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Situ Ran, who is he? What does he have to do with her? Did she already have a child before giving birth to the little life in her belly?
Can't remember, why? Why can't I remember? An Luoluo suddenly hit his head with both hands, falling into deep confusion again.
Situ Ran said that the child in her belly was his, but Qiu Yunfeng said it was his. Why would he do this? Doesn't he mind being someone else's cheap father?
Thinking of what Situ Ran said about the imperial mausoleum, how did she know that there was a gun in his heart? And she knew it so accurately. Who was the person who shot him in the back? If what Situ Ran said was true, then
Qiu Yunfeng was indeed lying to her. Why did he weave so many lies to deceive her? Was it just because he wanted to marry her? Or was there another conspiracy?
Thinking about it, her head began to hurt. What puzzled her the most was why she remembered Qiu Yunfeng's name when she saw him. It was as if she was subconsciously asking her to remember his name. Why? Why did she only remember his name?
His name, but don’t remember Situ Ran’s?
"Hey, don't think about it anymore, your head will explode if you think about it again." An Luoluo breathed a sigh of relief, stretched out her hands to hold her painful head, and decided to put the matter aside for the time being. Now, she can't be anxious, she has to be slow.
Take your time and don't let yourself fall into confusion easily.
I don't know how long it took before An Luoluo fell asleep and dreamed.
In her sleep, she dreamed of her happy time with a man. Although she couldn't see his face clearly, she could feel her complete peace of mind and trust in him at that moment.
She dreamed of a huge patch of green roses. He said they were roses planted especially for her, and he asked her if she liked them.
And she was so moved that she could only hug him tightly, and the faint fragrance of roses lingered around them, just like the smell of happiness. At that moment, she had an urge not to dream, but to indulge in the dream of happiness forever.
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Qiu Yunfeng came out of An Luoluo's room and did not go back to the bedroom to rest. Instead, he came to the living room alone, curled up in a corner of the large sofa, opened the lighter with a "pop" and lit a fire.
A cigarette, red star flames flashed in the air, he took a deep breath, and then slowly exhaled a wisp of smoke.
Situ Ran, you showed up earlier and later, but you showed up at this time. Looking at the current situation, Luoluo seems to have feelings for him. The top priority is to get married to her quickly to avoid long nights and dreams. Qiu Yunfeng flicked the cigarette in his hand hard
I pressed it hard into the ashtray and made my final decision.
