After Lu Yanqing said this, the atmosphere became a little subtle.

After applying the medicine, the moment he let go of his hand, the girl on the bed seemed to have broken the prison door, suddenly withdrew her feet, and leaned against the quilt, retreated to the edge of the bed, looking at him coldly.

Looking at the girl's reaction, Lu Yanqing took a breath, and there seemed to be a fish bone stuck in his throat, and even the swallowing was painful.

He was stunned for a moment, and then he spoke in a deep voice: "There will be a car to pick you up tomorrow morning, so you can have a good rest after you go back."

Wanyan paused, grabbed a corner of the quilt silently, and kept tightening her five fingers, and yelled softly: "My surname is Lu, why are you showing me this deep feelings?"

Her eyes began to sore and swell again, as if she was confused by the wind outside the window. Wanyan tilted her head casually and stared at the face in front of her. After learning about his death, many midnight dreams came back, her mind was full of his bloody face.

Everyone told her that Lu Yanqing was dead, but she didn't believe it, so she looked for him everywhere like crazy. After she was desperate, she entered the entertainment industry. She thought, if she stood in a place where everyone was paying attention, would he see her?

She couldn't find him, but she could wait for him to take the initiative. As a result, three years later, she became the target of the entire network and slowly accepted the fact that he was dead.

Meng Wanyan smiled indifferently and said calmly: "I was the one you abandoned first. If it weren't for the chance today, I would have been the one you dumped out of this life."

The man paused his hands, his heart hitting his chest, making a thump, his throat was dry and he couldn't breathe.

It took him a while to speak softly, his throat as if it had been sanded with sandpaper, and it was dry and hoarse.

He said: "Yan'er, I'm sorry."

Listening to the sudden sorry, Meng Wanyan's eyes emptied for two seconds. She looked at Lu Yanqing, her eyes were sore and red, and she pressed all her emotions into her heart, and asked with a smile: "Why are you sorry?"

Sorry for being rude just now.

Sorry, I left for five years without saying a word.

I'm still sorry to lie to her that I'm dead.

Lu Yanqing pursed his lips, and there was a common coldness and a hint of imperceptible ash between his eyebrows. He whispered: "You remember to apply these medicines once a day."

The man answered the question irrelevantly and put two boxes of medicine at her hand.

She gave him a chance, but he didn't want to say anything.

Meng Wanyan's hand holding the quilt slowly loosened, and her whole body was burned by the fire that jumped out of her heart. Her hands were trembling, and she grabbed the medicine at her hand and smashed it directly on his face.

Lu Yanqing closed his eyes and did not hide. The edge of the sharp corner of the medicine box barely brushed the end of his eyes, and a slight red mark was drawn.

Meng Wanyan turned her head and stopped looking at him. She pointed at the door, and said with a cold look: "Get out."

Calm, cold, and tight voice.

After confirming that her wound had been treated, Lu Yanqing put away the medicine box and stood up. His deep eyes fell on the girl's clean side face and replied in a low voice: "Okay."

As soon as I walked to the door, someone knocked on the door first, and Lu Yanqing put his hand on the silver door handle.

Three "dongdongdongdongdong" sounds instantly broke the silence in the house and also disturbed Meng Wanyan's breathing.

She quickly turned around, and her cold eyes warned Lu Yanqing not to open the door. The man raised his eyes and looked at her, and his thin lips seemed to be slackened, followed by a "click" sound, opening the door of the room.

"Sister Wanyan..."

"Old...Boss?

!

”

The door opened in response to the sound, and the boy and girl standing outside suddenly jumped out. The two of them grinned with their lips, but when they saw Lu Yanqing's calm and cold face, they seemed to have been put on a talisman.

The man in front of him was tall and strong, at least 1.9 meters away. The petite Xiaoxuan could only look at him with her head on her head, her eyes turned and stared at the boss, and her mouth opened in surprise to the "O" shape.

She glanced secretly into the room and happened to see Meng Wanyan wrapped in a quilt, wearing pajamas, messy hair and red eyes. Xiaoxuan suddenly realized why Wanyan sent her that WeChat message: "Don't disturb me."

Looking at the Marine Corps who suddenly appeared in Meng Wanyan's room, Zhang Qihang looked dull and stupid, thinking that he had recognized the wrong person: "Old, boss, why are you here?"

Lu Yanqing lowered his eyes and looked at him. His handsome face was deep and his face remained unchanged and said, "Give me medicine."

Zhang Qihang blinked, his eyes fell on the red marks at the corner of the captain's eyes, and he said quietly: "Captain, we didn't disturb you two, right?"

The situation inside is bound to make people think a lot, and the battle situation looks a bit intense...

Zhang Qihang's voice was not loud or small, and it happened to be heard by the people on the bed. Meng Wanyan's face turned red and her ears were hot. She pulled her across the quilt and buried her whole body in the quilt, so angry that she kicked her legs.

Lu Yanqing glanced at him with a cold look, then handed the two medicines in his hand to Xiaoxuan, who was stunned by the wooden chicken. Although his tone was cold, he was gentle: "Don't forget this for you."

Xiaoxuan came to her senses blankly and nodded.

As soon as the captain left, Zhang Qihang gave Xiaoxuan a look and hurriedly followed.

"Boss, why are you in the goddess' room?

!”

"Boss, tell me the truth, have you had a close contact with the goddess?"

"During supper just now, I don't know who was so cold to the goddess."

"Hey, don't hit me!"

......

Xiaoxuan entered the house with the medicine and saw a ball of arching on the bed, wrapped like a caterpillar.

She walked forward and carefully pulled a corner of the quilt, "Sister Wanyan, are you okay?"

It was confirmed that it was Xiaoxuan's voice, Meng Wanyan pulled open the quilt, revealing a red face. She took a deep breath, and her chest fell. Xiaoxuan looked at her and couldn't guess clearly. Is Wanyan's expression too angry or too happy now...

Before leaving, Xiaoxuan put the medicine on the table and asked tentatively: "Sister Wanyan, this is the medicine given by Brother Lu. Do you still use it?"

Soon, the girl who was lying in the quilt got up from the bed and walked over quickly to throw all the medicine on the table into the trash can.

The action is done in one go without any delay.

Xiaoxuan pursed her lips and sighed quietly in her heart. Meng Wanyan took a big mouthful of boiled water, and the cold liquid slid into her throat, and finally regained some rationality. "Xiaoxuan, Lu Yanqing and I have broken up."

"Don't call him Brother Lu in the future."

Xiaoxuan said "ah" and asked obediently: "What's that called?"

When Meng Wanyan mentioned this person, she felt very confused. She snorted and her pink lips gently lifted: "Scumbaby."

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At six o'clock in the morning, Wanyan woke up from her dream. She opened her eyes and looked at the ceiling. The surroundings were still dark, and she seemed to be in a big net spread out.

Her sleep quality has always been very poor, and sometimes she is often awakened by nightmares. The same person always appears in the dream. At the end of the dream, Lu Yanqing will always be bloody and bloody, either being shot to death or being shot by evil people, or being filled with sharp weapons by evil people.

He never survived in every dream.

This night was the first time in five years that she slept peacefully and steadily.

The bedroom window was closed at some point, but Meng Wanyan looked at it calmly, feeling a little lost.

When he was in school, Lu Yanqing liked to climb the balcony. He didn't know what to do. The first time the two kissed was he climbed the wall to ask for it.

At that time, Wanyan was in the first year of high school and Lu Yanqing was in the third year of high school.

During the extracurricular activity on Friday, Wanyan was pulled to the playground by her classmates to watch the basketball game in her senior year. Meng Wanyan stood in the crowd, watching Lu Yanqing on the court sweating profusely, rebellious and ostentatious, and listened to the excited screams of the girl beside her, saying that he was handsome and wanted his contact information.

That was when Wanyan was most proud, because the boy who was highly anticipated was her boyfriend, Lu Yanqing.

After the game, a girl brought him water and towels. Lu Yanqing avoided it one by one. The handsome boy lifted up his pill uniform and wiped his sweat. His abdominal muscles with even lines appeared and his long legs walked towards her.

"I don't even give you a bottle of water?"

The boy looked at her with his head tilted. His short black hair was a little wet, his cold and fair cheeks were red, and sweat was condensed between his forehead. He approached her step by step, and the tumbling heat on his body was sprayed on her.

He is obviously still like a teenager, but his body is full of hormones and he actually has the mature and sexy that is rare at this age.

Meng Wanyan blushed uncontrollably, her pink lips plastered and she hummed: "Aren't there many people bringing you water?"

Lu Yanqing smiled and glanced at her cheeks that were dizzy with dark eyes. Her black eyes were deep and she said softly: "I only drink my wife's water."

I don’t know if this was heard, Meng Wanyan’s cheeks flushed instantly, she threw the water behind her back to him, and hummed, “Some words.”

The self-study class was about to begin, Meng Wanyan and her classmates were about to leave, but the boy grabbed her wrist and quickly stuffed a note into her palm.

Then he left the person, inserted one hand casually into his pocket, and made a gesture with the other hand, leaving only a striking back view of her.

After returning to the classroom, Meng Wanyan carefully opened the note, which read: [Wife, after school tonight, I will take you to a date.

】

Lu Yanqing's calligraphy has always been ugly, just like a dog crawling.

Meng Wanyan pursed her lips and smiled, spread the note flat and clamped it into the book.

That year was the re-screening of the movie "Titanic". Before the two finished their last self-study class, they climbed over the wall and sneaked out of school and went to the cinema.

They were carrying schoolbags on their backs, but no one knew which school they were from after taking off their school uniforms, so the two held hands and kissed each other unscrupulously, and ate the same ice cream like ordinary couples.

There is a clip in the movie where Rose is on a rescue ship, but when the ship is down halfway, he jumps back to the ship without hesitation and chooses to face life and death with Jake. Wanyan sighs about the hero's courage. Lu Yanqing holds her hand and doesn't speak. Her handsome and deep face becomes clearer under the half-bright light and shadow.

At the end, Jake pushed rose onto the only piece of driftwood, but she soaked herself in the cold and bone-breathing sea. Regardless of her body's trembling and breathing, she comforted her lover over and over again. After being rescued, she would have many children, children and grandchildren, and would live long and die in the warm bed, rather than the deadly sea area tonight.

At this point, the audience's sobs were heard intermittently in the theater, lamenting this great love of separation and death.

Wanyan's eyes also turned red and she sucked her nose at the boy beside her.

Lu Yanqing still held her hand tightly, pursed her thin lips, her eyebrows and eyes were quiet, and her reaction was particularly calm.
To be continued...