Yu did not expect to meet Lu Yan here.
Lu Yan came close to her slowly. Her Majesty oppressed her deeply. Her eyes were dark, and there was ice floating at the bottom of her eyes.
He is obviously not very happy, no matter who has been followed like this, he will not be in a good mood.
The mood of words is not very good.
She hung up the phone and subconsciously stepped back until her back was stuck to the wall. She was trapped between his arm and the wall by Lu Yan.
Lu Yan's black eyes fixed on her: "metaphor, why don't you talk about it? How do you want to let me go?"
Yu clenched his lips and saw himself reflected in his eyes. His face was not very good, even pale.
She was thinking, if she let him go, who would let her go?
Lu Yan's slender right hand caresses her long, soft hair, and slowly and dangerously sticks to her scalp, as if to pull up her hair.
Metaphor doesn't want to retreat any more.
She bit her lip, stretched out her hand and hugged Lu Yan's waist. His body was stiff for a moment, and his abdominal muscles were hard.
"Lu Yan, I'm a little sad tonight," he said softly
Her voice is very soft, seems to be scattered in the night, but also into the body of Lu Yan.
Lu Yan's expression has no change, still indifferent, but fingers slowly closed, he low eyes, looking at the words.
Her eyelashes trembled. She knew that Lu Yan's character was soft or hard, and their relationship could not be so rigid.
"I'm here because of the celebration of the Department. I'm not here for you. I'm not so bad. Of course, you can also think that I'm resourceful and unscrupulous. Let's talk about everything."
She paused. "I admit that I married you with a ghost in my heart."
Lu Yan's eyes were deeper, and his lips were tighter.
The metaphor slightly left his chest and raised her eyelids. Her chest fluctuated violently, her heart beat fast, and she felt nervous. She felt the blood in her whole body was in the capillaries, boiling faintly.
She was very afraid of being seen through by Lu Yan.
So what she said was half true and half false. Maybe even she could not tell which was true and which was false.
"I said, I met you in England very early, very early, I I like you, so I went back to my country after I knew that you were seriously ill. I went to match you very early. You don't know how happy I am when I know that my bone marrow matches you, because it not only means that I can get close to you, but also means that you have hope to live. It also means that a part of my body will become a part of you. "
Lu Yan's thin lips pursed, and there was no smile in her dark eyes. She stared at her eyes without saying a word. Her eyes were dark, but there was a sharp light in them.
Simile still holds his waist, his fingertips are tight, he holds the corner of his clothes, his eyes are wide open, which belongs to women and girls: "if you like a person, you want to be one with him, and you want to be with him all the time."
Her eyelashes moved, like the broken wings of a butterfly, fragile and sensitive.
I don't know whether it's Lu Yan or Cheng CI.
"In fact, at that time, I would save you if I could be your wife. I was more afraid of your leaving than anyone else."
There was a flash in her eyes.
"Yes, I did anything. I married you in disgrace." The metaphor directly admitted that she raised her chin, and the whole plain face was exposed in Lu Yan's eyes.
Staring at him like ink deep eyes, straight back, amber eyes are firm: "but Lu Yan, you know better than anyone, you and Xu Yingxia are not suitable..."
Before her words were finished, Lu Yan's eyes sank completely, and a sneer rose from the corner of his mouth. His slender fingers still wrapped around her hair, forcing her to raise her head more thoroughly.
There was a faint anger in his eyes.
The metaphor felt that the scalp was torn and hurt, like a dense needle on the thin scalp.
Face is still smiling, fingertips force white.
"But I don't think there is any mistake in my unscrupulous way. My unscrupulous way is not based on deceiving you. From proposing marriage to getting married, all my requirements are open and aboveboard. Besides, don't you always look forward to a woman who can be with you?"
Her amber eyes, like the crescent moon, were foggy, riddled and bewitched.
She whispered: "Lu Yan, we are all married. Why don't we have a try? You try, I am not the kind of woman you want
Let him not hate, can keep up with his pace, can understand his mind, wife.
Or, confidant.
Lu Yan narrowed his long and narrow eyes. His dark eyes locked the words firmly. It seemed that his face was heavy and angry.
He let go of her and turned to squeeze her chin gently, examining her features and expression."What if I have conditions?"
Lu Yan raised his thin lips to smile, and his smile seemed perfunctory: "the condition is that you give up your daughter, little star."
The pupils of the metaphor are shrinking, and she hasn't spoken yet.
Lu Yan suddenly bent down, eyes sharp color, kiss her lips, his lips cold, seeped to her lips.
As soon as the hand of the simile tightened, he shivered subconsciously.
Her heart beat fast. Facing Lu Yan's eyes, she said, "little star is your daughter." When she spoke, her thin lips were close to her, feeling the cold.
Lu Yan looks as cold as ice.
Yu Yu's eyelashes trembled gently: "I mean, she is really your daughter. In terms of blood relationship, she is really your daughter. Lu Yan, you can test DNA."
The porch light was slightly on, and he shook it gently. Lu Yan's pupils were stimulated by the light and narrowed slightly.
He heard the words clearly.
There was no wind in the corridor, but he felt as if his back had been filled with cold wind.
He straightened up a little and did not let go of the hand holding her chin. His strength grew stronger and stronger. His voice was as cold as ice: "whose daughter is little star again?"
He was so terrible, as if he would take off her chin without hesitation if she said it again.
Metaphor: "I say it again and again, it's the same thing. She's your daughter, and your blood runs through her."
Lu Yan feels ridiculous.
Yu Yu told him that little star was his daughter, which was a big joke. But looking at her look, he had a little faith in her.
Metaphor is not a woman who can make such a joke.
Lu Yan was silent for a few seconds, and his tight cheeks slowly loosened. He also loosened her hand and said faintly: "I will investigate this matter."