"Don't panic, hold on, I'll be there soon!" After hanging up the phone, Luo Xichen stepped on the accelerator, with an extreme flick, the motor increased to 3000c, and flew away in the direction of the ruins of the palace complex.
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Su Wanqing pushed open the gorgeous glass door of the Townhouse Galleria Hotel in Milan, and under the guidance of the waiter, got on the elevator. At the same time, she called Xiao Yan to check that he was safe.
When the elevator reached the 18th floor, Su Wanqing stepped out. Her room number was 1807, and the person living next door was Chu Zihan.
The floor covered with velvet orange carpet is very comfortable to walk on. The corridor is very spacious, about ten meters long, and its length is endless. Therefore, every twenty or thirty meters, there will be a Renaissance stone sculpture standing
.
Walking to the door of Room 1807, the room key card flashed on the doorknob, and the door opened in response. Just as I was about to enter, I heard a man and a woman whispering diagonally behind me not far away.
That voice was very familiar.
"Brother Zihan, it's true, there are so many people on this road that I can't even get too close to you." This was a coquettish and slightly hoarse female voice.
Her voice was very special, and Su Wanqing remembered it just once. She was the runner-up of X City Princess, Chu Hong, who was known as the enchanting wild rose.
Su Wanqing had a good impression of this girl. Although she was born in the city and her father was a member of the underworld, and she was born with a ruffian spirit, she had a rare true temperament.
Unexpectedly, Chu Hong and Chu Zihan were actually a couple.
"It's not like you don't know that even though I'm sitting far away, I've been thinking of you in my heart." Chu Zihan's magnetic voice sounded so sensational at the moment, "It's not good to stand outside. Let's come in and chat.
Let’s talk.”
Su Wanqing was startled, fearing that the two of them would come out from behind the stone sculpture and see her, so she quickly entered the house and gently locked the door from the inside.
She breathed a long sigh of relief. She didn't want to witness such a thing like breaking up an adultery again.
Four years ago at Night Angel's V8, the scenes are still fresh in my memory, almost becoming a shadow.
Su Wanqing walked to the huge floor-to-ceiling window, opened the curtains with complicated local characteristics, stretched out her head, and stared at Luo Xichen's dark Bugatti Veyron for a moment until he left.
The wind started to blow, and Wan Qing plucked some strands of hair that had been blown around, and a vague smile appeared on the corner of her lips. Her lips were slightly parted, like cherry blossoms in April: "Luo Xichen, I see you again."
is you."
"very nice--"
The night was very quiet, and what was murmuring was thoughts of longing and silent blessings.
That night, Su Wanqing had a dream. In the dream, she opened her mailbox, and many envelopes flew out like snowflakes. She opened them one by one, but each one was blank.
Why? Why no letter sent to her?
Why? Why is there no letter from that boy?
She opened it desperately, trying hard to find the traces left by the boy, until in the end, she woke up in tears.
After waking up, the dream was still so clear. Su Wanqing didn't understand why she was so eager to find the letter written by the boy.
Who was that boy and what letters did he write? None of it is known.
With her mind a little foggy, Su Wanqing opened the curtains of the floor-to-ceiling windows. The early morning light shone on the glass, transmitting a luster like glass.