Feng Yan turned to look at her. She had already undergone some obvious changes when he first met her.
At this moment, she was wearing a simple white shirt with a beautiful knot tied at the lower left waist.
She is quite tall, and a pair of light blue denim cropped pants wraps her slender and straight legs, revealing a section of her delicate calves.
Her skin is fairer and more delicate than before, her complexion is a bit more healthy and rosy, and the sadness between her eyebrows is gone.
Although Feng Yan felt that the makeup the makeup artist gave her was the most beautiful that time, the woman this time also made her reluctant to move her eyes away.
"Beautiful!" he replied solemnly.
Su Hanyan suddenly felt nervous and subconsciously took a small step back, "Don't you think I look similar to someone in your life?"
Hearing this, Feng Yan had a stunned expression on his face.
Suddenly, he shook his head.
Su Hanyan lowered her head and smiled bitterly. The disappointment in her eyes was covered by the hair hanging down her forehead.
This man really knows how to hide it. What does it mean to shake his head?
"Do you know a woman named Yan'er?"
"Isn't that you?"
A stream of air blocked Su Hanyan's chest, making her feel the thinness of oxygen in the air and her breathing became short.
She has cancer, and her life can be said to be counting down.
The road leading to death is lonely, no one can accompany her, no one can tell her where her soul will go if she doesn't take a breath.
Desperate sadness filled her blood, overflowing and clogging her chest, and rising up her throat bit by bit.
Her fragile tear ducts turned her watery eyes red, and her hands hanging by her sides clung to her thighs and trembled slightly.
How much she wanted to hear him say he remembered. As long as he remembered, the last few steps of her life would be safe for her.
But he just shook his head!
Su Hanyan was so heartbroken by the pain that she turned around and supported the railing, also supporting her limp body.
She gripped the railing tightly, her wrists shaking violently.
"Yes, it's me. It was me before, and it's me now. Feng Yan, is it interesting to act in front of me? You told me that you were married and had a wife, and your wife gave you a son. Now your son is with you
There is no blood relationship, so where is your wife?"
She almost shouted at him loudly, but even if her voice was mute, he wouldn't be able to hear her. Even if she just joined Feng's house as a maid, he wouldn't be able to recognize her either.
But when he heard her call him Ayan, and when he heard the name Yan'er, he could still remain calm and composed. That was simply deceiving himself.
"My wife passed away four years ago!" Feng Yan's tone was very calm.
"Did you already know who I was, so you talked nonsense about not being able to give me a marriage? Well, don't you want to know why I hate Bai Lu? It's because of her..."
"Sister, sister, Congcong is so sleepy! Sister, Congcong needs to sleep...sister..."
At this time, Lin Congcong shouted loudly in the living room, rubbing his eyes with both hands.
Su Hanyan glared at Feng Yan with red eyes, then looked at Lin Congcong through the glass door, and suppressed the words on her lips.
Watching Su Hanyan lead Lin Congcong away, Feng Yan did not stop him.
Thinking about what Su Hanyan said just now, I felt strange and funny.
Had he known this woman before?
But he will never fail to recognize anyone he has met again.
I'm afraid this woman has recognized the wrong person. Could it be that he is very similar to the man she said she loved and hated?