He got out of the car, then opened the door to sit in, and the car smelled of roses.
With his eyes leaping into the rose, Shang Yinran licked his lips and asked softly, "For me?"
"Otherwise, hold it quickly, your hands are sour."
Severe cold coughed slightly and started the car.
Holding the flowers, Shang Yinran was very happy, fiddling with the petals from time to time, peeking at him secretly.
Is it worth the joy to send a flower
Back home, Shang Yinran found a vase to put the flowers in, and sighed at the vase again.
Severe Han took off her coat and asked her, "What's the matter?"
"I'm afraid it will wither in a few days."
"Won't the flowers wither?"
After speaking, Shang Yinran gave him a fierce look.
Scolding him secretly for not being able to speak, she took the clothes and rushed into the bathroom angrily.
After taking a shower, Shang Yinran put on his pajamas, opened the bathroom door and walked out.
As soon as she came out, she was stunned.
Big **, covered with rose petals.
And her vase was empty.
"How?"
"How about what?"
Severe Han sat up, held up a handful of roses and threw them into the air, "What's my idea? So you won't see them withering, isn't it romantic?"
After half a minute, Severe Cold was shut outside the bedroom door.
At this time, the Yan family was silent.
He held back and knocked gently on the door, "Yinyin, Yinyin, you let me in first, Yinyin."
Of course, Shang Yinran would not ignore him.
After knocking for a long time, fearing to shock everyone, Severe Cold gritted his teeth and went to open the bedroom door of Meng Baozi.
Rubbing his eyes and sitting up, Meng Baozi twisted and stared at Severe Han in a daze.
"Dad, did you get mom out again?"
Severe cold: "..."
…
Coming back from work that day, Shang Yinran opened the bedroom door and came in. Yan Li Han just hung up the phone, standing with his back to the door, holding his hand in front of the French window, his face was not very good.
Shang Yinran patted her heart and was shocked, she closed the door with her backhand.
"When did you come back?"
She walked to the bed while talking.
Suspiciously looking back at that handsome, tall and tall back figure, Shang Yinran walked towards him.
Standing behind him, she looked over at his face, "Li Han, what's the matter with you?"
Severe Han lowered his eyes, and faced her clear and bright eyes, Feng's eyes tightened, and he suddenly reached for his hand and held her arm.
"Ah." Shang Yinran whispered, and he was pulled in front of him tightly into his arms.
His cheek hit his chest hard, a little painful.
"what's happenin?"
"Are you hiding anything from me?"
Shang Yinran blinked his eyes and raised his head from his arms, "No, why do you suddenly ask?"
"No?" Stern Han's eyes closed slightly.
"What are you referring to?"
Sure enough, something happened.
His slender fingers pinched her jaw, and he leaned close to her cheek.
"Yinyin, do you know Xue Suzhen?"
"She's looking for you." This is an affirmative sentence, not an interrogative sentence.
Shang Yinran sighed and nodded: "Well, I have seen her."
"What did she say?" Stern Hanfeng's eyes were gleaming, faint and deep.
What did you say
She said that her mother was a junior, and that her mother had miscarried her.
Shaking his head, Shang Yinran leaned back into Severe Cold's arms, "Li Han, I don't want to say."
Because she didn't believe Xue Suzhen's words, in her memory, her mother Feng Yingxue was a gentle woman.
Severe Han constricted his eyes, pressed his lips helplessly, and pressed his palms on her shoulders. He said quietly: "Yinyin, no one can hurt you, because I don't allow it."
Shang Yinran smiled sweetly, hugged his lean waist with both hands, and raised his head.
A pair of eyes are smart, shining like elves.
"You are not allowed?"
"Ok."
"You can't if you don't allow it?"
"of course."
"Tsk! Really overbearing."
…
Coming out of the airport, a few people took the teenager into the car. The driver who drove asked: "Master, shall we go directly to the hotel of the husband and wife?"
The boy thought for a moment, then shook his head: "Don't go, just find a hotel to stay in."
The driver frowned, but still said, "Yes."
Leaning in the back seat of the car, the boy breathed softly.
Every breath makes people have a kind of illusion, this is the illusion of his last breath.
His face was pale and almost transparent, and his face was grey and without any color.
The nurse sitting next to him took out an oxygen mask and held the boy's finger: "Qing Feng, put it on?"
Qing Feng nodded, her long and dense eyelashes flickered and closed her eyes.
The nurse put on an oxygen mask for him, and continued to hold his hand, seeming to give him strength.
Qingfeng fell asleep again in a daze, until the nurse woke him up softly, "Qingfeng, Qingfeng, here we are."