Chapter 154

All the gentle words and metaphors, in this small space, are incisively and vividly, just like silk shoes, winding him. Lu Yan came out of the kitchen and his eyes fell on the sofa in the living room. Originally, there was a small carpet for little star. It was said that little star would play with dolls or building blocks while watching a play or working. When he comes back, the little star will raise his eyes, bend his eyes, smile at him and call him softly: "Dad."

In the bedroom, all the sheets have been put away and the pillows are gone, but after all, this is the place where he has lived for the longest time.

As if he could smell the deep breath of words.

The closet was empty and the words were clean. She didn't leave him anything to miss. Even the baby room next to him had nothing left.

Lu Yan's breath was awe inspiring and cold.

He gave the apartment a metaphor. He thought that she would not live in it, but he never thought that she would sell it directly at a low price, just like a piece of garbage, without any hesitation.

Lu Yan sat quietly in his apartment all morning. He didn't come downstairs until noon. The garbage can outside the apartment was just clearing away the garbage. He was acutely aware that a skirt he had given Yanyu was also in the garbage.

His eyes were icy, his heart was like a knife, and there was a smell of blood in his mouth.

North and South work at home, she can not leave work, accompanied by the words to go to Britain.

Yu Yu's body hasn't recovered and her face is a little pale without makeup. She smiles: "you work hard. I'll have a rest for a while and work hard with you to make money. Don't worry about me. I'm ok. I can take good care of little star by myself."

North and South soft voice: "you this female local tyrant, beg to take care of, you sell the house that Lu Yan gives cheaply, distressed not distressed?"

The lip color of the metaphor is light: "what's the pain? The geographical location of these houses is very good. Even if they are sold cheaply, they are also a large amount of income. Don't be in vain."

North and South said: "also, rub the local tyrant's thigh, tomorrow I open seven, take you to the airport?"

"Good." Yanyu pinched the earlobe of the South and the north, "you should take good care of yourself and have a good relationship with song qingran. Of course, if you are unhappy, you are welcome to go to England to join me."

"Sure, I'll come to see you during the National Day holiday."

There is not much luggage. Qin let a big man even less. There are still many spare seats for seven people. He looked in the North-South rearview mirror and said to them, "I'm ready to start. Are the children wearing seat belts?"

Little star blinked, tilted his head, smile: "aunt, I sit well."

She was in the child seat.

Next door, Qin Nanfeng also sat in the children's seat. He also raised his hand and said in a loud voice, "sit well."

Little star turned his head and looked at him. Suddenly, she reached out and held his hand. She said in a soft voice, "brother Nanfeng, hand in hand."

Qin Nanfeng's face turned red.

Qin let the smile at the end of his eyes ripple. His eyes were clear and clear, and his smile was clean. The light of his eyes went from the children to the words and expressions. Only for a while, he slowly drew back his sight.

Words are not very comfortable. When I get on the bus, I shut my eyes.

It was midsummer, but she wore long clothes and trousers, pursed her lips slightly, and her eyelashes were moving gently.

Sunlight from her face slowly skimmed, leaving a mottled light and shadow, set off her skin white, distressing.

Lu Yan was going to England on the same day, but he took off at night. He was packing his bags when Fu Zheng called. Fu Zheng said, "ah Yan, I don't know if you know, but I'm afraid you'll regret it. It's said that you're going abroad today. You only know it's the morning flight, but you don't know where to go. However, some small media said that the metaphor is the same as the one before

Qin Jean, her boss, went out of the airport together. " Fu Zheng has already put it mildly. The tabloids directly say that Mrs. Lu Yan is shameless and gives Lu Yan a green hat. She also leaves with her adulterer, and even vividly describes all kinds of intimacy between Mrs. Lu Yan and her adulterer. The tabloids also speculate that Lu Yan has given up the right to care her daughter. It must be because Lu Yan knows that her daughter is not born to him.

Fu Zheng continued: "ah Yan..."

Before he finished speaking, Lu Yan hung up his phone. After a while, a black sports car drove out of the garage of Lu's old house. All the way up the elevated road, straight to the airport.

Lu Yan didn't know how many red lights he ran along the way, and the horn was blaring. He kept pushing on the gas and looked at his watch from time to time.

Time is passing by.

From the bottom of his heart, he had a strong irritability. His brows were tightly locked and his face was cold. There was a traffic jam in front of him. He slapped the horn.

He turned the wheel and wanted to change lanes.

The mobile phone screen on the front passenger's seat suddenly lights up. A short message comes in. It's Ji Muyang's.His tone was cold and unfamiliar: "the time of departure is 10:30, you missed it."

Lu Yan tightened the outline of the line, eyes bright, it is now 10:29, his temples on the blue tendons suddenly taut broken, slender finger joints white, dark eyes flashed hate.

In the past, he had thought about letting words get out of the city countless times.

But when he came, he was not happy at all.

It's already 10:30. He smashed his fist on the steering wheel and lowered the speed. Behind him, a police car chased Lu Yan's car tightly - "car in front, stop! Police

Lu Yan got off the viaduct, drove to the emergency parking spot and stepped on the brake.

He sat in the driver's seat, looking up at the blue sky, clean color, pure color, white clouds floating, and then, a plane rose low in the sky, across a white tail smoke.

As the plane flew higher and higher, it slowly sank into the clouds.

Lu Yan pursed his thin lips with a faint smile. He closed his eyes and stared at himself in the rearview mirror. His face was embarrassed, his beard was not shaved, and his clothes were in disorder.

The same as his appearance, but also his soul eroded from his heart.

The phone vibrated again. This time, it was a number from England. He stared at the group of numbers and answered the phone.

The right hand holds the center of the brow. On the other end of the phone, a slightly calm female voice came, but if you listen carefully, you can also hear the sweetness of the other voice -- "Lu Yan, have you packed up? What time is the flight in the afternoon? I'll pick you up at the airport tomorrow. "