With the help of No. 888, Jiang Yan successfully entered Luo Chen's house.
To Jiang Yan's surprise, Luo Chen's house was very small and old, completely inconsistent with his noble status as a mafia boss.
However, it was quite clean and things were neatly arranged, unlike Luo Chen's style.
Jiang Yan walked around the room and saw many photos of Luo Chen and a woman.
Although years and life have left cruel marks on that woman's face, it can still be seen that she is very beautiful, and her eyebrows and eyes are somewhat similar to Luo Chen's.
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At that time, Luo Chen was not like what he is now, with a cold and stinking face all day long.
The sun is shining when he smiles, and his eyes are bright.
No matter who looks at it, he can't connect this refreshing young man in the photo with the famous gangster Luo Chen.
Thinking of something, Jiang Yan sighed: "This should belong to Luo Xueyi and Luo Chen's home, right?"
No. 888: Yes. Luo Chen's father was powerful and powerful, and Luo Xueyi was almost kicked out with only a little money. She has no money to buy a house and can only rent it. A lease is ten years. After Luo Xueyi passed away, through his own hard work, Luo Chen gradually accumulated savings, so he bought this house.
Jiang Yan sighed a few times and began to implement the plan.
After arranging everything, he nestled on the sofa in the living room, playing games while waiting for Luo Chen.
two o'clock.
six o'clock.
ten o'clock.
He waited until after eleven o'clock, but Luo Chen did not come back.
Jiang Yan was so sleepy that his eyelids twitched, and he couldn't hold his phone anymore, so he just hugged him on the sofa and fell asleep in a daze.
Just when he dreamed that he was being pressed and kissed by a group of men, struggling in fear, an electronic sound suddenly sounded in his mind.
No. 888: Host host, Luo Chen is back!
Jiang Yan woke up with a jerk, but he still closed his eyes tightly and pretended to be asleep.
Accompanied by the "squeak" sound of the door opening, a strong smell of alcohol wafted from his nostrils.
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Since Luo Xueyi passed away, Luo Chen never celebrated his birthday again.
Because in this world, no one will remember his birthday.
Therefore, every birthday, Luo Chen would go out to drink. I drank until the sky was dark and the stomach began to ache before I gave up.
Drink it... If you drink it to death, he will be able to see his mother.
For this year's birthday, Luo Chen found a bar to drink as usual. When it was past eleven o'clock after drinking, he stood up unsteadily.
When he came downstairs to his house, he saw the window that would never light up again. Although his body was hot from the effect of alcohol, Luo Chen's heart was cold.
There will be no one waiting for him to come home again.
With a lump in his throat, Luo Chen wiped the moisture from the corners of his eyes in the dark, and staggered upstairs.
The moment he turned on the light, he froze.
The originally deserted living room was now filled with colorful ribbons and balloons. On the big red banner, it says "Happy 25th Birthday to Luo Chen". The handwriting was crooked, like it was written by a child who just learned to write.
On the table, there was a big birthday cake filled with slices of his favorite fruit and twenty-five unlit candles.
Luo Chen was stunned for a while.
Then, he walked lightly to the sofa and looked at the sleeping person nestled inside.
Jiang Yan fell asleep in an extremely uncomfortable position, holding the cell phone that had long been dead in his arms.
He frowned slightly, not knowing what he had dreamed of, and his mouth pouted, looking very unhappy.
Just when Luo Chen stretched out his hand to smooth the frown of the person in front of him, Jiang Yan suddenly uttered a dream.
"Luo Chen..."
Luo Chen's hands trembled.
He stared at Jiang Yan for a long time, then suddenly got up, and printed a light kiss on the trembling long eyelashes.