Runaway Mengfei is not easy to mess with

Chapter 1155
After a while, I saw the home that Xilinglan could only return to after so many sleepless nights.

It was a garden almost comparable to American gardens, with pavilions, towers and pavilions, and scenery everywhere.

This is the home that Xilinglan never left from her birth to the time she crossed. She was born here, grew up here, and left her footprints, laughter and tears in every corner of the garden.

Revisiting the old place, looking at the plants and trees that she knew so well, Xilinglan felt mixed feelings in her heart.

Xiao Luo's gaze suddenly trembled. The scenery in front of her was originally a condescending gaze, but now it was getting closer, and it should have fallen from mid-air.

Sure enough, after a while, Xiao Luo's sight stabilized, and she should have landed in the center of the garden.

I don't know how she did it. The guards and the ubiquitous surveillance cameras that would be alarmed by a bird flying in were not in any way at the moment.

Xiling Lan didn't bother to think about what kind of high technology it was, so she just told Xiao Luo the route, passed through a few rockeries and small bridges, and saw an exquisite small courtyard.

This is Xilinglan's former boudoir. She has lived here since she was sensible. It looks antique on the outside, but the facilities inside are the most advanced and comfortable.

Xiao Luo didn't push the door open, but calmly walked in through the wall.

With the help of her gaze, Xilinglan immediately realized that when she was gone, the decoration and furnishings in the room were exactly the same as when she was there.

The room is spotless, with a white pure wool carpet quietly laid on the floor, the windows are slightly open, and a few exquisite baskets are hung on them, and the baskets are filled with various rare plants brought back from the previous Xillinglan expedition.

In the vase in the living room, there were fresh flowers still with dewdrops, and in the fruit bowl were several kinds of fruits that Xilinglan liked to eat most, all washed clean, exuding bursts of fruity fragrance.

The door of the cloakroom was open, and there were a few pieces of clothes scattered on the floor. Xilinglan looked familiar, but when she thought about it carefully, she was still in a hurry to go out and threw the changed clothes on the ground.

I have always disliked someone touching my clothes without my consent, so the clothes were still lying on the ground, as if they were still waiting for the owner to return.

The smell in the room is clean, with faint floral and fruity aromas intertwined, exquisite and elegant everywhere, which is very in line with Xilinglan's status as a modern chaebol princess.

If an outsider sees this house, they will never believe that the owner of this house has passed away long ago.

This meticulous maintenance of the illusion that the owner of the house is still alive, as if he could come back at any time, and the love and affection behind it made Xilinglan's heart constrict and tears burst out.

Chu Tianmu only woke up for a while looking at Lan'er, and then fell asleep again. An ominous premonition suddenly crept into his heart.

Trembling, he stretched out his hand under Xilinglan's nose. Fortunately, although his breathing was shallow, the warm breath made Chu Tianmu feel a little more at ease.

It's just, it's still not right, even if Lan'er's internal injuries haven't healed, she won't be in a coma all the time.

In the past few days, Lan'er's sleeping time is getting longer and longer, and the waking time is getting shorter and shorter. He thought it was because of being too tired, but now it seems that it is not the case.

For some reason, Chu Tianmu suddenly remembered the face with a strange smile behind Heichoumu's death.

Unable to control his panic for the first time, Chu Tianmu once again stretched out his hand to feel Xilinglan's pulse. The pulse was a little weaker than the previous few days. Differences will be ignored.

(End of this chapter)