Chapter 183

The nanny's aunt only dared to be angry. She swallowed her throat and twisted her eyebrows. Finally, she could only take out a new bathrobe from the cupboard, dismantle it, hand it to Lu Yan, and point out the direction of the bathroom to let him take a bath.

Then, she quickly went downstairs again. Yu was still uncomfortable. She had to boil water for Yu, make porridge for her, and then let her take some medicine to reduce her fever.

Today, another aunt is on vacation, so only one aunt is here, so it seems a little busy. Lu Yan came out of the bathroom after taking a bath, wearing a bath towel and wet hair. When he passed Xiaoxing's room, he caught a glimpse of two children playing with building blocks through the crack of the door. To be exact, it should be Lu Shumu, and Xiaoxing put on a face of "Mi Mei..." His face, lying on the floor

, supported his chin, and his eyes were shining: "Wow, great, great

Lu Yan lips hang a smile rather than smile radian, very thin.

Instead of entering the room, he turned directly to the next door, stood at the door of the master bedroom, pursed his thin lips and opened the bedroom door.

The windows and floor doors of the room have been opened, about for ventilation. At this time, the air is not so dull. There is a bulge on the white bed in the middle of the room, and someone is curling up inside, wrapping the quilt tightly.

It seems that she heard someone coming in. Her whole body was boiling hot, her eyelids were heavy, and her head hurt as if someone was holding a needle and stabbing her brain. The pain was dense.

She felt as if she were a traveler walking in the desert. It was hot and burning, and her whole body was weak. It was soft to step on, and her soul would sink in. She was burned by the sun in the desert, lost all her water, and died of dryness.

The lips of the words have been dry and cracked, and the blood has been seeping out.

She twisted her eyebrows, her eyelids swelled, and her voice was very light: "Auntie, is that you? Or a little star? If it's a little star, you listen to your mother. She's not feeling well now. Go out first. Don't get close to her. Be careful of being infected. "

She finished and waited for a while, but no one answered.

The metaphor turns over and opens his eyes with all his strength. However, it seems to contain the eyes of mountains and rivers. In those eyes, there are thousands of thoughts and endless coldness.

It's Lu Yan's eyes.

At the beginning, Yanyu thought that he was hallucinating. After blinking, Lu Yan was still standing in front of her.

Why is Lu Yan here? Why is Lu Yan still wearing her bathrobe? What about Auntie? Where did the little star go?

Lu Yan's eyebrows moved slightly, and he knew roughly what she was worried about.

He had a low voice and a soothing voice, saying, "you're sick."

Yanyu held on and pursed his lips: "Why are you here? Who let you in And why are you wearing a bathrobe? "

Lu Yan's tone is calm and gentle. He is very comfortable: "little star let me in."

A nerve in Yu Yu's mind suddenly aches. Her amber pupils are a little chilly. Her voice is hoarse and dry: "Lu Yan, what do you want? We've been separated for three years! You have a life of your own. "

Yu wants to get up from the bed, but his hands and feet are weak, so he falls down.

But the anger was burning, almost burning her reason.

Deep in her anger, she hid and hid her fear. She worried that the little star would be taken away by Lu Yan.

Lu Yan's black eyes are calm. He doesn't know what he's thinking. His thin lips, like a blade, become a cold straight line, but he doesn't say anything. He just tucks Yanyu in the quilt. But Yu refused to let him touch her. Her slender eyebrows cooled down. Her lips were unusually red because of fever. Her cheeks were red with anger: "don't touch me. Lu Yan, can you stop being so selfish? We haven't been in contact for three years. Why can't we not be in contact for a lifetime? Why do you appear now? It seems that nothing happened in those years? "

She pursed her red lips tightly, her eyes were cold, and she didn't know whether she was angry or because she had a fever.

"You forgot those things, but I didn't forget, Lu Yan. I only know that we don't deserve to be in the same space. I feel sick when you stand here."

The last sentence is uttered word by word.

Lu Yan clenched the lines of his cheeks. His muscles fluctuated. He was holding back something. Every word of his words hit his heart hard.

He rolled his Adam's apple silently, staring at the words for a long time.

Then he said, "I haven't forgotten those things, and I can't forget them, but it's not just you who have suffered these years." "Yes." Yu Yu's whole body is hot and hot. She is so angry that she shivers faintly, "you are suffering, I am suffering too. Can't you separate? You marry Lu Shumu's mother, I live my own life, I remarry with little star, take care of her growing up, OK? Why did you show up? Did you

tell little star that you are his father? "In this series of words, what Lu Yan catches is "remarriage..." Two words, his dark deep eyes narrowed up, a handsome face as if to drip water.

"Who do you want to remarry with? Metaphor, I tell you, don't dream. "

Metaphor also sneers: "remarry with who, will not with you."

There was no reason for them to talk. They poked where they were hurt and where they were vulnerable. Lu Yan clenched his fist and wanted to say something else. There was a knock outside the bedroom door, which broke the stagnant air of their argument.

Lu Yan's chest fluctuated slightly. He still looked down at the words. Half of his eyebrows were hidden in the shadow of the sun, which made him look cold and hard to see.

After a while, he turned around, his dark eyes had returned to calm, and said quietly, "come in."

Nanny aunt can't figure out the relationship between Yu Yu and Lu Yan, but she can also feel the strange atmosphere between them. She smiles and wants to ease the cold air: "Yan Yan, I'll burn you hot water. Come on, I'll wring a towel to cool you down."

Aunt just finished the towel, not folded, a pair of clear and slender hands stretched out to her eyes, Lu Yan said in a deep voice: "let me come, you go to take porridge up, let her eat."

In a cold voice, she clenched her fingers: "Auntie, drive him out." Aunt hesitated. Lu Yan had already taken the towel in her hand, walked to Yanyu's side, bent down, held Yanyu's hand that she wanted to move with one hand, and spread the towel on her forehead with the other hand.