Su Wanqing suddenly remembered what Ning Junyu had said to her in the coffee shop.
"Xichen, are you talking about what happened to the lady of the Shangguan family four years ago?" A guess came to mind. Could it be that the hero of that story was not Luo Xichen, but Chu Zihan?
Luo Xichen raised his eyebrows, his tone full of surprise: "Why, even you know about that?"
Su Wanqing nodded. When Brother Junyu told him how fierce and ruthless Luo Xichen was, she refused to believe it. Now it seems that there is something else hidden.
There was a sharp edge in his ice blue eyes, and Luo Xichen snorted coldly: "That time, not only did Luo Shi suffer huge losses, but I was also assassinated. Later I accidentally learned that Chu Zi
What Han did was premeditated, and his purpose was to attack Luo."
"So that's it." Su Wanqing frowned slightly, completely unable to imagine that a dazzling and handsome guy like Chu Zihan, who was so sunny and friendly in front of others, could be so scheming.
"However, Uncle Luo harmed Chu Zihan's family. It is understandable that Chu Zihan is filled with hatred and bent on revenge." In the end, Su Wanqing still said something fair.
"Do you sympathize with him?" Luo Xichen's eyebrows were slightly raised, his ice blue eyes were full of disbelief, and his voice was raised a few degrees, "That scumbag caused me misery, Wan Qing, you actually did this for me
That kind of person talks?"
"I..." Su Wanqing didn't expect Luo Xichen's reaction to be so big. She was right to like him, but she couldn't defend him indiscriminately. If she couldn't even say a fair word...
Luo Xichen pulled Su Wanqing's body over and looked at her steadily, with a somewhat unhappy voice: "Wan Qing, you don't understand him. Just listen to me and stay away from Chu Zihan. Okay?"
Su Wanqing's words were already in her throat, but she still swallowed them alive under Luo Xichen's caring gaze. Since he didn't like Chu Zihan, it would be better if she didn't mention anything about Chu Zihan.
"Okay, I'll listen to you." She smiled slightly and nodded obediently.
Luo Xichen's face finally cleared up after the rain, the corners of his lips slowly raised in a dazzling arc, and a thousand colors of glass flowed in his ice blue eyes.
"It's getting late, I'll go back." Luo Xichen stretched out his finger and flicked Su Wanqing's forehead.
It was a loud noise, but it didn't hurt at all. Su Wanqing raised a bright smile.
After seeing Luo Xichen off, Su Wanqing stood by the floor-to-ceiling window on the 18th floor, her eyes following his figure until he got into the black Bugatti Veyron and drove away.
It was already four or five o'clock in the afternoon, and there was a bright sunset on the horizon, reflecting the bustling crowds in the center of Rome.
Su Wanqing shook her head and decided not to worry about so many troublesome things. Her mother once told her that the most important thing for people is happiness, and there is nothing more important than living in the present.
During dinner, Xiao Yan called them all together and held a brief meeting. Generally speaking, the three-day free holiday was going to end early, because the Colosseum and the Art Museum had already contacted them in advance, and they would be there tomorrow.