Chapter 69

His voice is not a bit unusual, because in his opinion, Lin Yin is nothing at all, but he can't help but have a strange feeling in his heart - will Yu be jealous because of Lin Yin, so he goes to find Lin Yin?

Lu Yan didn't think about what kind of vinegar he hated or didn't hate.

When Yu Yu heard him ask, he felt "pa......" It's off with a bang.

Did Lin Yin tell Lu Yan? So Lu Yan is really related to Lin Yin, right?

Lu Yan continued, with a declarative tone: "she is not important. You may have seen the news outside, but a lot of the news is fictitious."

Lu Yan seldom explains such things. This time, it's very rare.

However, the anger that had been suppressed in the heart of metaphor suddenly came up little by little. Sometimes, the outbreak of a fire only needs a little fire.

This period of irritability and depression, let her lose a little patience.

She asked calmly, "what is not fictional? Lu Yan

Lu Yan gently twisted his eyebrows and turned his eyes to see her. He pursed his thin lips: "what?"

The simile curved lips to smile, smile light cool: "nothing."

Neither of them spoke, the light went out, and they were sleeping in the same bed, covered with the same quilt, but there was such a long distance between them.

A dream in the same bed.

It's sad.

When he was about to fall asleep, Lu Yan said without any emotion: "metaphor, doesn't it mean to have a try? That's all in the past. "

The words open their eyes and the sleepiness dissipates.

I don't know what force is driving her, forcing her to say ugly words. Her lips are still up, staring at the nothingness in the dark. Her voice is very light: "is Xu Yingxia gone?"

Lu Yan did not answer.

The metaphor said softly: "there is no past. If it is past, you will not subconsciously be different from Lin Yin when you see her. This is love and love..."

Lu Yan's voice sank, but his tone was still calm: "well, don't mention Xu Yingxia any more. I have nothing to do with Lin Yin. That media has been warned by me."

The simile chuckled softly, with some unspeakable mockery.

She is laughing at herself. Up to now, she has no courage to lose her temper. Maybe Lu Yanzheng thinks that she is unreasonable and unreasonable.

Yu Yu: "that day Lin Yin came to see me. She told me that you forced her to keep her in the apartment because she looks like Xu Yingxia..." Her voice is really very light, "you said, if Xu Yingxia came back, would you be together with her again?"

In the dark, Lu Yan's silent eyes sharpened.

"But I don't think you will, ah Yan." She turned over her body, and in the dark, she balked at Lu Yan's chin, "because Xu Yingxia has betrayed you. Didn't you always think that I drove her away? Not at all, but she eloped with others... "

He was interrupted by Lu Yan's words before the words were spoken.

The outline of the man suddenly hardened, and his voice was so cold that it seemed to overflow directly from his throat: "words! Shut up and stop slandering her! "

He's warning her.

"Ah Yan, even so, she is still the most lovely white moonlight in your heart, isn't she?"

Lu Yan's anger is very strong. He is infuriated by words.

He lifted the quilt, said nothing and turned on the light.

In the dark, Yanyu heard him rummaging for clothes, then put on his shirt, and then his trousers, the sound of friction between the materials.

He's leaving.

Lu Yan's body exudes a heavy low pressure, his eyebrows and eyes are covered with snow, his eyes are covered with floating ice, and maybe his anger is jumping.

The simile closed his eyes and his eyelashes trembled gently: "I'm tired."

The voice of this sentence is lighter.

It's too light to hear.

It's as light as a snowflake falling on the ground, and it disappears in the twinkling of an eye.

But when Lu Yan heard this, he was gloomy, clenched his fist, hid in the dark, and looked down at Yu. His chest hurt, and his voice was very weak: "but Yu, you chose to marry me, and you took the initiative to play a good wife, and proposed to have a try with me."

Maybe it's because of Xu Yingxia, Lu Yan almost becomes indifferent again.

Gentle knife, hurt people.

Words feel shame.

In the silent night, Yu Yu hears the sound of a car engine coming downstairs, whistling away.

She closed her eyes and bent her lips in a graceful curve.

Head in the pillow.

It's a little wet.

She's so pretentious and boring.

Lu Yan hasn't seen anyone for several days. On Saturday, Yanyu and aunt Lin took little star to go shopping and have her hair cut. When she cut her hair, little star was very good. She sat obediently in aunt Lin's arms, staring at herself in the mirror, her black eyes shining, "buzzing..." As soon as the barber's knife touched her scalp, she would grinThe mouth smiles, the eyebrows bend.

Unlike other children, they can't cry.

Yu Yu recorded a small video and sent it to the circle of friends. After a while, he received a lot of praise and praise.

The whole day passed, and the three returned home. Xiao Xingxing was so tired that she fell asleep. Aunt Lin went to cook.

Yu Yu sits at her desk. She purses her lips and writes down her plan. She thinks that she must have money. Money is not everything, but money can solve many problems. She also has a little star.

The cost of a famous lawyer to take over a case is very high.

The words were written on the paper -- Chao law firm first submitted the intern's resume, then wrote his resignation letter and left the legal section of Lu's group.

Although the examination results have not come out, but after all, the test, you can go to the law firm to prepare.

Yu Yu has invested in Gao Weishen law firm, which is a law firm headquartered in London. It is famous for its high salary and good treatment in this city. Only interns are offered a salary of 2W a month, but high salary means the result of high pay, efficient work and high return.

The metaphor looks at the sleeping star, and his chest rises and falls.

The smile under her eyes drifted away.

Take back the line of sight, coagulate the line of sight, looking at the plan on the paper, slightly pursed lips.

Everyone says that a woman is weak, but a mother is strong. But she doesn't think so. Is it a man who says this? If so, he certainly does not understand women; if not, she underestimates women.

Women are strong, but they are stronger for their mothers. The night is already deep. Yanyu turns off the table lamp and goes to the bed of Xiaoxing in the dark. She lies down and sleeps. She kisses Xiaoxing on the cheek. Her heart seems to be filled with emptiness.