Luo Che's eyes moved slightly, but there was no doubt in his heart. He said in a serious tone: "That's good. She's fine, so I'm relieved."
He knew very well what the identities of Disha and Rakshasa were.
But under the protection of the two of them, he still lived a carefree childhood because they protected him so well.
Although he didn't know what happened seven years ago, he vaguely knew that it had something to do with him.
Seven years ago, he was stopped by a car and taken away as soon as he walked out of campus, and then passed out.
When he woke up, he was already in the hospital, and Rakshasa said that he had been in a coma for five days.
But he had no idea what happened during those five days, and Rakshasa seemed unwilling to talk about it.
He clearly remembered that from the moment he woke up, Rakshasa had changed and his mood was somewhat abnormal.
It was also at that time that Disha disappeared, and he never heard Rakshasa talk about her again.
Seven years is neither long nor short.
Seven years is enough to change many people and many things.
Many times, things that we thought we could never forget or let go of in our lifetime are slowly forgotten as time goes by.
Jun Moye glanced at the man in front of him, and there was an evil arc at the corner of his mouth: "How is the relationship between your sister and Xiao Yue'er?"
Luo Che didn't know why the man suddenly asked about this, but he answered truthfully: "They used to have a good relationship."
"In that case, let's call them later. They should have a lot to say." Although he felt that his Xiaoyue'er was not the kind of person who talked a lot.
For some reason, listening to the words of this purple-eyed man, Luo Che always had a feeling in his heart that he wanted to worship and surrender, as if the man in front of him was born to be a king and he only needed to quietly enjoy the worship of others.
Luo Che pursed his lips and said nothing. At this moment, he suddenly didn't know what to say.
Jun Moye glanced at the man in front of him with half-squinted eyes, his purple eyes were as evil as silk, but there was no change in his expression at all, and then he looked away lightly, as if that glance was just Luo Che's illusion.
After all, he is the younger brother of Rakshasa. After spending time with them, he has naturally developed a calm and calm character.
The visitor was a guest. Luo Che got up and walked into the kitchen to pour a glass of water. Then he walked out and handed it to the man. He said politely: "I don't know what you like to drink. We only have boiled water at home."
Although they live in this villa, he has been busy seeking medical treatment for Rakshasa for almost the past six months and has no time to take care of these trivial housework.
He was free to drink and eat whatever he wanted, but he was very attentive to Rakshasa's affairs and took good care of her.
"No problem." Jun Moye shook his head, opened his thin lips and uttered two indifferent words.
Rakshasa raised his eyes and took a look into the man's heart. Although he was confused, he did not ask.
"Do you have something to say?" Jun Moye is such a smart person, and he can tell with just one glance that he has something on his mind.
Luo Che secretly admired this man's sharp mind and insight. He pursed his lips slightly, and then asked softly: "You came here with Sister Sha. I don't know what you call me?"
From the sound of this man's tone of voice and conversation style, he doesn't sound like the people around here.
The people in their place have different manners and manners, but they are not like this man, who exudes an ancient atmosphere.
"Jun Moye, I just said that I am Xiao Yue'er's husband."