Luojia Manor, the third floor of the villa.
The sunlight outside the window is very good, through the huge lattice window, the shadow of the grid is cast on the ground, and the brightness is divided into neat fragments.
The curtains moved slightly.
The floor was covered with soft and expensive blankets, embroidered with gold thread around the edges. A boy was sitting on the blanket.
He lowered his head quietly, his slender and thick eyelashes smudged his light golden silhouette in the sunlight.
Under the eyelids, the shadows cast by the long eyelashes are like two small curved fans. He was wearing a clean white shirt, and his beautiful collarbone was faintly revealed from the neckline.
Even though he was just 18 years old, the boy's height was already undeniably slender, with his long legs curled up casually, revealing a white ankle that was almost transparent.
Very beautiful.
He was holding a small iron box. His slender fingers lined the cold iron box. The black and white contrasted sharply, adding a touch of inexplicable sexy temptation.
After swiping the numbered squares in the box a few times, he looked at the box, as if gradually lost his mind.
The old man at the door of the room looked at him helplessly, and called tentatively: "Achen?"
The boy still lowered his head.
His eyes seemed out of focus, and his face was expressionless.
The old man sighed, and said to the doctor beside him, "I have tried everything, but it still doesn't work."
The two closed the door gently, and as they went downstairs, the doctor whispered respectfully: "Master Luo is in a special situation. There is no problem with his intelligence and language. He just closed his heart. Medical methods may not be very effective."
Master Luo shook his head, "Why don't I know that heart disease needs heart medicine, but his heart disease can't be found, so how can he find heart medicine?"
Young master Luo has been like this since he was a child. The psychiatrist can't even hypnotize him. No one knows what he is thinking, and no one knows the cause of the disease.
The doctor was silent.
Coincidentally, when they reached the second floor, Fu Yan walked over, hurriedly bent down respectfully, and said obediently: "Hi, Grandpa Luo. I'm going to see Ah Chen."
Master Luo glanced at her, hummed lightly, and reminded: "Don't make him angry."
Fu Yan quickly said: "I know, Grandpa Luo."
Master Luo nodded and walked over with the doctor without saying anything.
Fu Yan pursed her lips.
She was found by Master Luo with great difficulty, a woman of the right age who conforms to the superstition. So in the Luo family, she is considered half the master.
Normally, one can show off one's power in front of servants, but since Luo Chen's illness has not improved, Master Luo's attitude towards her is lukewarm, not very kind.
Fu Yan was also impatient...but there was nothing he could do.
Fortunately, Luo Chen treats everyone the same. Master Luo didn't let her leave the Luo family, so if things continue like this, she should be the future Mrs. Luo.
Thinking of that delicate angelic boy, Fu Yan bit her lips complicatedly.
Why doesn't she want him to treat her differently...
She went carefully to the third floor.
Although Luo Chen treats her no differently from others, as the "dead horse" chosen by Master Luo, Fu Yan has to try hard every day.
She gently opened the door, and saw the young man staring down at the digital Hua Rongdao with no expression on his face.
Her breath paused.
... Luo Chen was definitely the best-looking person she had ever seen.
Even if he is not normal, but his appearance and temperament, and when he is quiet, he is so cute and cute... She can't control it.
She is willing to marry him and be with him for the rest of her life, even if he never recovers, it doesn't matter.