The man in front of him has a good skin, sword eyebrows, and somewhat similar to Leng Yan. Even, even the tone is extremely like.
Makes her almost thought it was Leng Yan back- ——
He is indeed a handsome man.
However, he is not Leng Yan.
It was a mixed face, but it revealed the strong Oriental atmosphere.
"Ms. Zhong, you'd better take more rest. If your body collapses, it is still yourself!"
The voice of the man came, and he blinked his eyes, and suddenly returned to God, as if he woke up from his dream, and then retreated from the man's arms, and he took a few steps.
The maid of Zhong Dian immediately stepped forward to help her: "Miss Zhong, are you okay?"
Fall in love and frowned, staring tightly at the man in front of him, his pale lips shook a few times, and he found his voice in half a sound: "Who are you?"
The man's secret eyes were deep, and he glanced deeply at a deep glance, and then smiled: "I am Yan Han, I am Leng Yan's good friend ..."
Yan Han ...
Leng Yan's good friend?
He loved his eyes away, and thought of what he thought of, rushing towards Yan Han, holding his arm tightly, and said anxiously: "Where is Leng Yan, you are his good friend, you must know where he is?
"
Yan Han narrowed his eyes, and looked at his little hand subconsciously, and stabbed his lips: "Do you really want to know?"
"Yes!" He nodded in love: "You tell me!"
Yan Han raised his eyes lazily, looked at the doctors and maids behind him, and said coldly: "Go out first!"
Doctors and nurses left with interest.
Only the campaign of Zhong Dian still stood in place uneasy: "Miss Zhong, can you be alone?"
Fall in love, impatient: "You go out first!"
"But the little master has been shouting to see you!" The maid reminded carefully.
"I don't see it, no one can see, you give me out!"
Love roar down.
The maid of the clock left quickly, and also came to the door.
"Can you tell me now?" Love stared at him tightly, with a strong expectation under his eyes: "Is Leng Yan dead?"
During the speaking, a large tear was dropped without warning.
Yan Han frowned slightly, raised her hand, and gently wiped the tears on her face: "What are you crying?"
"Where is Leng Yan?" She looked at him in a panic and asked anxiously: "He must be fine, is it? Is he not dead?"
"Leng Yan really died ..."
The man's low voice came, but it seemed like a bomb that exploded fiercely in the mind of love.
The whole person was so powerful that the tears seemed to be a pearl that broke the line, continued to slide, wet his face, and shook his head blankly: "You lie to me, you all lie to me, Leng Yan has no death at all!"
Yan Han's eyes flickered, holding her shoulders hard, staring closely at her, and harshly: "You are Leng Yan's woman, are you so easily knocked down?"
"..."
"If you really love Leng Yan, you should not abandon yourself!"
The eyes were shaking, but he stared at Yan Han, tears, and murmured, "What is the wedding?"
"That's just a smoke bomb."
"Leng Yan's death is related to Feng Yuqi?"
Yan Han's eyes were a little cold, and did not respond to her words, but instead moved the topic: "Leng Yan's affairs have become the past, don't care about it!"