"Do you think it's strange? At that time, how could you kiss Yu Yu and Cheng Ci's girlfriend? And before long, Cheng CI died unexpectedly. The cause of his death is also a mystery. "
When Shi jiaran finished, the rest of the mystery was left to Lu Yan to think for himself.
Lu Yan's black eyes stare at the photo, as if to see a hole in the photo. The light at the bottom of his eyes is getting dim and deeper. The blue veins on the back of his hand holding the mobile phone burst, and he clenched his cheeks.
He knew very well that he didn't have this paragraph in his memory.
When Cheng Ci was alive, he didn't know the existence of metaphor at all. Even Cheng Ci and his impression were very vague.
And the man in the picture is obviously him, not Cheng CI.
He is different from Cheng CI in appearance.
Lu Yan had a sharp pain in the back of his head. As if he had two invisible hands, he grabbed his nerve hard, as if it was going to break. The sharp pain pierced into his heart and lung.
What housekeeper Cheng said before came out again.
Lu Yan is biting his teeth. Shi jiaran should not cheat him with the P-picture. Then the person kissing the words in the picture is really him. He knows himself very well. When he sees the smile in the picture, he knows that he took this picture on purpose for provocation.
Who is he going to provoke.
Lu Yan's temple twitches heavily, and the name of the person naturally emerges. It means that he was Cheng Ci's girlfriend at that time, and he kisses her, isn't he provoking Cheng CI?
So Is it true that, as housekeeper Cheng said, he and Cheng CI have always been related to each other and aimed at each other? So, why did he have no impression of Cheng Ci's memory, a complete blank?
Lu Yan sat quietly for a long time, as if he had been immersed in the deep darkness. There was no light. His tall and straight figure was blurred and clear in the darkness.
Lu Yan closed his eyes and thought of the figurative face, her eyes. Did he know her so early? Why doesn't he have an impression? His memory is complete, he does not have some years of fault memory, he can think of the important things in his life, but, it seems to think of Cheng Ci, to think about what may happen between Cheng Ci and him, he will feel uncomfortable, if something is hitting his solar cave, what
is blocked in his mind, the mechanism of the brain chose to avoid, No Make him remember.
He suddenly opened his eyes, pause, and sit still for a long time, like irritability, took out a cigarette box, knocked, took out a cigarette, bit on his lips, engulfed by the fire, he vomited a beautiful smoke ring, nicotine infiltrated in his lungs, he had a calm mind.
He still couldn't help it. He finally smoked two cigarettes before stopping. He smelled that he was smoking again. He closed the door of his study, took a quick shower with light hands and feet, and then went back to his bedroom.
The metaphor in the bedroom is too sleepy. She lies down without blowing her hair. She often does this. It hurts her body to lie down without blowing her hair dry.
Lu Yan twisted his eyebrows, looked at her facial features, and then looked at her full lips. He always felt that there was a light in his mind to penetrate the dust, which was hard to see clearly. He sighed deeply in his heart, and then squatted down. He whispered: "speech, I'll blow your hair when I sleep."
He said, go to half hold half to let her lean on his arms.
She felt that someone was whispering something in her ear. She felt noisy. With a wave of her hand, she felt as if she had hit something.
But the noise seemed to disappear, and she frowned, so she had no heart to think and fell asleep.
Lu yanpingbai was slapped by others for no reason, and he also twisted his eyebrows subconsciously. Although it didn't hurt, he still couldn't laugh or cry.
He closed his eyebrows, stretched out his frown, still sighed, half coaxed her to get up, leaned on himself, took the hair dryer and blew her hair gently.
My hair is still wet.
He patiently and slowly blowing, warm air gushed out, his slender fingers through the soft long hair, slowly sliding down.
The heat of the hair dryer swept his fingertips.
A little bit of warmth from the fingertips reverse flow to his heart.
I don't have much to drink, but it's a bit hot.
He likes the feeling.
Something grows around him and takes root in his heart.
When the wind was almost dry, he took the comb carefully, combed Yanyu's hair slowly, straightened out the messy hair, and then he lay down and hugged her from the back, with his chin resting on her shoulder. It was clear that the beauty was in her arms, but it was difficult to sleep.
Because of that picture, because of the things he seems to have forgotten.
The next day, Lu Yan will take Yu to the identification center for blood test.
Lu Yan helped Yanyu and xiaoxingxing peel shrimp, and said in a low voice: "in order to avoid mistakes in blood samples, everyone must take blood samples on the spot and record the whole process, including the whole process of identification."Yan Yu's eyebrow leaped and she felt a little uncomfortable. She lowered her eyelashes and thought that Lu Yan had really worked hard to find out the real Xu Yingxia.
Lu Yan helped Yanyu peel 10 and put them in the small dish in front of her. He looked up at her: "have breakfast first."
"Well."
Breakfast is porridge, little star holding a spoon, eating very fast, she finished her father to peel shrimp, on their own hand to get, put in front of Lu Yan, she smilingly: "Dad, I want to."
Lu yanrou and eyebrows, obediently to small stars continue to peel shrimp. Nanbei wants to leave the hospital, but she doesn't know where she can go. Song qingran is like a mad dog who is infuriated recently. He wants to completely cut off all her outlets. He sold the apartment she used to live in. Her work in the hospital was dismissed, and her friends thought that she had gone abroad, so she only had words and this ward.
Of course, song qingran doesn't want Yu to be her friend, but he can't stir up the feelings between her and Yu. This ward is set by Lu Yan, and he can't interfere.
Therefore, the north and the South have a very clear understanding. As long as she gets out of this ward, song qingran will surely imprison her again.
She took a deep breath, stood by the window, opened the window, and looked out of the window with her eyes, breathing fresh air.
But unexpectedly, she saw a black Volkswagen parking below, the car is very common, the license plate number is also, but the north and South suddenly remembered, who is the owner of this car.
Thin inkstone. Her eyes floated in the direction of the window. The black window was thick and she couldn't see anything. As soon as she wanted to turn around, she saw thin inkstone coming down from the Volkswagen.