Wife Pursuit Order No. 1

Chapter 409 Don't Eat Leftovers
However, Lu Qianchen stood up from the sofa and stared at her for a while, as if looking at a pile of pork.

After a while, he shook his head lightly, and said lightly: "My young master doesn't eat leftovers."

After finishing speaking, he closed the door behind him with a "bang--", leaving Li Zhitong with a shocked expression on his face.

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It was already past three o'clock at night when Lu Qianchen was sent back to the villa by Wolf Smoke.

Yan'er cooked a bowl of hangover soup for him, and after he finished drinking, he sat on the sofa in a daze.

The stamina of the foreign wine has come up, and now Lu Qianchen only feels dizzy, a little bit torn, and even blocked in his heart, as if he has a premonition that something bad is about to happen. In short, he is not feeling well now.

In the car, he called Xia Weilan, but she turned off the phone, and when she got home, Yan'er said that there was something wrong with this girl at night, and she went back to her room to sleep early in the morning.

He wanted to go to the room to see her, but hesitated for a while, and was afraid of disturbing her, so he went back to the room to take a shower, changed his clothes, and sat in the living room smoking a cigarette.

After smoking four cigarettes in a row, he finally choked. Lu Qianchen lost his cigarette butt in frustration, picked up the remote control, and turned on the TV.

Xia Weiran's favorite SpongeBob SquarePants happened to be on the TV, maybe because of Aiwujiwu, he didn't change the channel, but followed suit.

A cartoon, very naive, very simple——

He was so childish that he watched it for ten minutes before he fell asleep on the sofa.

On the lawn outside the villa, Xia Weiran was wearing a coat and sitting on a white swing, looking up at the night sky.

Tonight, she couldn't seem to sleep at all. Although her eyes were a little red and swollen, as soon as she closed her eyes, countless Li Zhitong and Lu Qianchen would overlap in her mind.

Perhaps, some emotions that I thought I could escape, found that they had flowed into my heart unknowingly and nourished them when I was in pain, but in the end, I buried them with my own hands because of the escape and pain.

Before dawn, Xia Weiran returned to the villa from the lawn just as the first ray of sunlight shone.

She was afraid that the sunlight would not only fail to warm her heart, but would instead make it even colder.

Just as soon as he stepped into the villa, he saw Lu Qianchen sleeping on the sofa.

The sofa was small, and he curled up on it with his hands wrapped around his body, looking restless in sleep.

Xia Weiran paused for a few seconds, then went back to the room and took a blanket, covered Lu Qianchen's body, then looked down at him quietly.

He is undeniably handsome.

The sword eyebrows are straight, the thin lips are lightly pursed, with sharp edges and corners, even when he is asleep, he exudes a strength that looks down on the world.

But at this moment, he frowned, as if something was bothering him.

"What else do you have to worry about in your sleep?"

Xia Weiran said it lightly, as if speaking to herself, her fingertips unconsciously wanted to help him smooth the frowning brows.

At this moment, the cell phone on the table rang.

She turned her head and saw that it was a text message. Seeing the name on the screen, Xia Weiran retracted her hand before touching his forehead, as if getting an electric shock, and felt a pain in her heart.

Li Zhitong——!
Xia Weilan stared at the phone for a while, reached out to hook the phone, then retracted it, then hooked it again, back and forth, and finally couldn't help picking up the phone and flipping through the message.

'Qianchen - I am very happy, it is good to have you. '

(End of this chapter)