"Luo Han, are you okay? We should go now. Soothing the suffocated jaws"
Accompanied by a crisp voice, the next moment, a woman in a goose yellow suit appeared in the line of sight.
With a frown between her eyebrows, Ruan Qingqing subconsciously raised her head to look at Luo Han, but only saw his dodge eyes, and then a trace of clarity glided across her heart.
His ability to get out of that relationship is the best relief for her.
At the moment she was startled, the woman had already walked over, took a look at her, and then took Luo Han's arm along the way, her small mouth was puckered high, and she looked cute and cute.
"Why have you been here for so long? If it's better, let's go. Dad is still waiting for us."
She said softly, with a touch of coquetry in her tone.
"I... Jiaojiao, you let go first."
After swallowing silently, Luo Han pulled her arm away subconsciously, and when he turned his head to look at Ruan Qingqing, there was a trace of uneasiness on his face.
"I won't let go, what you said, as long as I like it, I can hold it for as long as I want."
As if deliberately confronting him, the woman called Jiaojiao took his arm once again, this time hanging on his body more like a koala.
Perhaps it was the woman's natural sensitivity that made her feel uneasy. When her eyes turned to Ruan Qingqing, there was clearly a trace of hostility.
"Hello, my name is Tu Jiaojiao, I am Han's fiancee, who are you?"
When she said this, the big black and white eyes "Gulugulu..." kept turning around, frowning slightly, as if she was wondering if she had seen her somewhere.
"Hello, my name is Ruan Qingqing, Luo Han's... friend."
After a slight pause, Ruan Qingqing said with a smile.
She didn't know why, she suddenly felt that this woman, or perhaps more precisely, Tu Jiaojiao, who should be called a girl, fits her eyes very well. She goes straight, has a distinct love and hatred, and is her favorite character.
"friend?"
Tilting her head and looking at her carefully, Tu Jiaojiao repeated gently, seeming to consider the credibility of her words.
"Yes"
As if to strengthen his own words, Ruan Qingqing nodded vigorously.
"Oh, that's good, now I can finally rest assured."
Looking at her without blinking, for a long while, Tu Jiaojiao exhaled as if relieved, and then released the arm that was holding Luo Han, then walked to her and stretched out his hand—
"Hello, let me introduce myself more solemnly. My name is Tu Jiaojiao. I am Han’s girlfriend for a month. However, it is estimated that we will get married next month. Since you are Han’s friend, then I too Can I invite you to our wedding?"
Tu Jiaojiao said generously, as long as she wasn't a rival in love, she would be willing to be friends with her, and inexplicably felt that she was different from the women she had known before.
"Of course, that is my honor."
The corners of his lips raised slightly, Ruan Qingqing said softly, and then turned his gaze to Luo Han who had been silent, "Congratulations."
She said sincerely, this man who she had exhausted all her strength to love, but finally died without disease.
"I… "
Looking at her, Luo Han opened his mouth but did not say a complete sentence. In the end, he could only nod gently, "Thank you."
When these two words were uttered, he suddenly felt that his chest was stuffy, as if being pressed on a boulder, it made him breathless.
"Okay, that's it. We have to rush to try the wedding dress. Let's talk again when we have a chance. See you later."
He waved his hand vigorously, and then, Tu Jiaojiao dragged Luo Han to the direction he had come from. At the entrance of the street, there was a yellow Lamborghini parked, and a series of laughter came from her.
That is the sound of happiness.
It wasn't until the yellow Lamborghini disappeared from sight that Ruan Qingqing slowly withdrew his gaze, lowered his head, and found that the coat with the breath of Luo Han was still on his body.
A wry smile rose from the corner of her lips, and she shook her head helplessly.
Looking around, there was a torrent of people, cars coming and going, standing here, she suddenly didn't know where to go.
The city is so big, but it seems there is no place for her.
After thinking about it again and again, she decided to go back to Fengmu first, for no other reason, just because everything she had left in his villa after she returned to China.
She bought a dress in a nearby women's clothing store and changed her clothes. She took a taxi and went straight to the villa by the sea. When she saw the red Bugatti at the door, her uneasy heart slowly calmed down. .
Opening the door, a thick smoke rushed towards her. She couldn't help but coughed violently. She slammed her nose twice with her hand, and her brows were frowned tightly.
Stepping across the sloppy wine bottles on the floor, finally, I saw Feng Mu who had fallen asleep on the sofa, and the ashtray on the coffee table was full of cigarette butts.
The cyan stubble covered his chin. I haven't seen him for a few days. He looks a lot thinner and he looks a lot more haggard.
Sitting gently beside him, she silently swallowed a mouthful of saliva. Suddenly, a sour feeling spread slowly in her heart. Subconsciously, she reached out her hand and stroked his frowning eyebrows, trying to caress. The folds were flattened, but unexpectedly, there was a hot feeling under the fingertips.
"Wind Mu"
She was shocked, she called out quickly, and suddenly a wave of anger surged in her heart. How old is it that she wouldn't be able to take care of herself? If she hadn't come back, she would have doubted whether he would have been burned here.
Still curled up on the sofa, Feng Mu didn't move.
"Fengmu, wake up, you have a fever, I will take you to the hospital."
As she spoke, she stretched out her hand to pull him, but unexpectedly she fell into his arms around his backhand—