The wealthy ex-wife of the president

Chapter 130 Don't You Just Can't Let Me Go
"Do you think that's the only way?" Qin Xin stared at her coldly. Under the warm light, there was a trace of resentful water in her clear eyes. She kept her hands open in front of Si Lan, not intending to give in.

"Who the hell are you? Do you think you can get Si Chen by pretending to be Si Lan? You are too naive!"

"Naive?" Si Lan stepped back, leaning against the water platform with her waist, her beautiful figure in the mirror was lightly rippling, and her watery eyes were gazing at Qin Xin fearlessly.The bright red lips pursed slightly: "Then why did you break up?"

Qin Xin's face gradually turned pale, her cartilage was poked, she bit her lower lip unsteadily, her emaciated shoulders were trembling with anger: "You really are not Si Lan, Si Lan doesn't have such a vicious heart as you! She is as stupid as Pig, the person Sichen loves is me, but she still thinks that the person Sichen loves is her! Sichen just uses her as a substitute, a substitute, do you understand? Even if Sichen breaks up with me now, so what, Do you believe that as long as I have something to do, he can drop everything and appear by my side?"

Si Lan clenched his hands behind his back tightly into fists, looked at her with a smile on his face, and shrugged his shoulders indifferently: "Do you really want to bet this game with me?"

"Why don't I dare to gamble?" Qin Xin sneered.

"What if the loser needs to dig out his own heart?" The smile on Si Lan's face disappeared instantly, his sharp eyes became cold, and the curve on his lips seemed to be a smile but not a smile.

"Do you dare to bet?"

Qin Xin was startled, her hands were drooping down, her eyes were fixed on her, and she murmured in disbelief: "What are you talking about?"

A dense layer of fine sweat oozed from her forehead, soaking the roots of her hair, and a crystal clear bead of sweat slid along her thin outline to her chin, dripping silently on her chest.

The atmosphere became stiff and depressing in an instant, neither of them were talking, they were looking at each other, the quiet space could almost hear each other's heartbeat.Si Lan stood up straight, with the corners of her mouth slightly charming, walked to her side and stopped, with a strong smile, leaned close to her ear and whispered: "Qin Xin, you still owe me your life, remember?" ?"

Qin Xin's spine stiffened, and fear surged in her eyes, the pupils continued to dilate, and she stared at the faintly visible side face in the mirror with a bewitching smile, seductive and seductive.

The smile on the corner of Si Lan's mouth became bright and sunny in an instant. After walking past her, he stretched out his hand and opened the door to meet Lan Sichen who was standing at the door with a worried expression on his face. He said in a sweet voice: "Sichen, you are looking for your heart. son?"

"I'm looking for you." Lan Sichen looked at the mouth, saw Qin Xin standing stiffly in the bathroom through a gap, and asked curiously, "What are you talking about? It's been so long."

"Apologies and reminiscences, but she still seems to be angry with me." Si Lan's helpless tone was a little guilty, and he shrugged helplessly: "Who made me go so far before! She should not forgive!"

Lan Sichen stretched out his hand and gently brushed her fallen hair, which was still stained with water, and said softly: "It's too late now, arrange the guest room, and rest here tonight, okay?"

"Okay!" Si Lan nodded and agreed without any hesitation with a smile on his face.

"I'll take you to the room." Lan Sichen took her hand, walking slowly so that she could keep up with him.

When the two people standing at the door of the room stopped, Lan Sichen took the initiative to open the door and turned on the light. The room that was originally empty had been furnished at this moment, and even returned to its previous appearance, exactly the same.

Every piece of furniture is from the past, and the position is not bad at all. The bed sheets and quilt covers are also the same color as before; the windows are opened, and the curtains are lifted by a gust of wind, and there is a chill in the cold wind.

The smile on Si Lan's face gradually sank, instead of looking at Lan Sichen, he looked at every detail in the room, which was exactly the same as in memory, without any change.

Lan Sichen paid attention to her expression, and said at the right time: "After you left, all the things were put in the utility room, and the servants only moved them out during this period. Do you remember these things?"

As if he hadn't heard of it, Si Lan just turned around and walked towards the closet, opened the door of the closet, found a piece of clothing, ran his fingers down the collar, and murmured, "One button is missing."

Although the voice was not loud, Lan Sichen's body was still visibly stiff, standing straight on the spot, like a piece of wood, staring at her beautiful figure, his thin lips were unable to utter a sound for a long time.

"Si Chen, where is the button that I pulled off?" Si Lan suddenly turned around and smiled.

"Button..." Lan Sichen hesitated for a moment, then said in a deep voice, "I lost it."

"I lost it." Si Lan said softly, but his tone was disbelieving.

"After all, there was a murder case here. If you're afraid, I'll arrange another room." Lan Sichen changed the subject.

Si Lan shook his head, turned and walked towards the window, and said as he walked, "I'm not afraid! We lived in this room before, how could I be afraid."

Her every word was like a knife slashing his heart fiercely, and she still kept an elegant smile on her face: "Call me if you have something to do, go to bed early."

"Okay." Si Lan nodded, and when he turned to look at him, he was bathed in warm light, and his whole body was as beautiful as a painting.

Lan Sichen turned around and walked to the door, stopped in his footsteps, turned around and looked at her with hesitant eyes, and asked unwillingly: "Did you really not remember anything?"

"Did I forget anything?" Silan asked back.

"Good night." Lan Sichen turned around with a smile on his lips and left.

He closed the door lightly, but the sound of metal clashing still lingered in the room coldly; his expression under the warm light gradually dimmed, and he felt the breeze blowing in from the side of his head, but it was only separated by a wall, and the faint incense in the room, It is full of light, but outside the house is endless darkness and endless sadness.

In the huge villa, there are only a few rooms where the glass is shining. From a distance, it looks quiet and quiet; the surroundings are very quiet, and there seems to be something turbulent in the invisible.Suddenly, a gunshot broke the silence and woke everyone up. They opened the door at the same time and asked each other who and what was the matter.

Si Lan was wearing pajamas, and he didn't even have time to put on his shoes. He suddenly opened the door, and ran to Wen Wanrou's room without any hesitation; when he kicked the door open, he saw the messy room was full of mess, and Wen Wanrou's face was as pale as paper, and her hair was fluffy , leaning against the closet in a state of distress, her fingers tightly clutching her shoulders, bright red blood flowed out from between her fingers, staining her light-colored pajamas red.

The man standing in front of her was wearing tight-fitting black clothes, a mask, black sunglasses, and a pair of leather boots with gentle blood stained on them, exuding an enchanting aura.

The man's sharp eyes swept across Si Lan's face quickly, and shot at Wen Wanrou without any hesitation, Wen Wanrou stood there without moving, as if she had no strength left to hide anymore...Give up flashed in the old eyes...

"Be careful!" Si Lan took out a scalpel from the inside of his thigh without any hesitation and shot directly at the bullet. He quickly rushed towards Wen Wanrou and pushed her aside... The bullet was hit by the tip of the knife at that moment and changed its direction. It shot at the wall, and the tip of the knife pierced into the wall tightly.

Without any hesitation, the man in black quickly turned around and jumped out of the window, fell onto the grass, rolled several times in a row, finally got up, ran steadily towards the wall not far away, jumped over the wall with agility, and disappeared into the shadows among.

Si Lan stood at the window, her long purple hair was blown up by the wind, a trace of doubt and deepness flashed across her phoenix eyes; the air was filled with the strong smell of blood, and her beautiful black eyebrows frowned slightly.

As soon as he turned around, Lan Sichen and Lan Yunsheng rushed to the door of the room at the same time. When Lan Yunsheng saw Wen Wanrou sitting on the ground in a panic, his expression changed suddenly, and he stepped forward to help her and said in a concerned tone: "Mom, are you okay?" ?”

She frowned tenderly and painfully, her forehead was covered with sweat, but she still shook her head, and said in a weak voice: "I'm fine."

Lan Sichen's eyes fell from Wen Wanrou's face to the hole left by a bullet in the wall and a knife; finally it fell on Si Lan's pink cheek, and his deep voice raised: "Are you okay?"

Si Lan shook his head, looked at Wen Wanrou: "Sorry, I didn't catch him."

Lan Yunsheng supported Wen Wanrou to sit on the bed, saw her bleeding shoulder, frowned and said: "Si Chen, Mom was shot, you quickly help her take out the bullet."

Lan Sichen's sharp eyes sank, and his bottomless eyes became darker and darker. His hands hung on his sides, and he remained silent and did not move a step.

"Sichen, what are you still doing?" Lan Yunsheng's tone was filled with reproach!
Qin Xin heard the noise, walked over, saw Lan Sichen's back and asked curiously: "Sichen, what happened?" When her eyes fell on Wen Wanrou, she couldn't help screaming: "Ah! Aunt Wen , how did you get hurt?"

Both Wen Wanrou and Lan Yunsheng's eyes fell on Lan Sichen alone, no one answered Qin Xin, and the atmosphere exuded a very subtle atmosphere.

After a while, Si Lan walked to the bed barefoot, his eyes fell on Wen Wanrou's face: "If you don't mind, let me handle it."

Lan Yunsheng's eyebrows twitched into a ball, her puzzled eyes swept over Lan Sichen, seeing that Wen Wanrou's mental state was getting worse, and seeing Si Lan's determined expression, she nodded and stepped aside.

Si Lan went directly to bed, glanced at Wen Wanrou, took her hand away, looked at her wound carefully, and said calmly: "Prepare hot water, knife, tourniquet, anti-inflammatory drugs, and surgical needles and threads."

Lan Yunsheng immediately turned around and walked out of the door to prepare what Si Lan wanted.

Lan Sichen stood still for a long time, then suddenly looked down at Qin Xin, "Go back and rest first."

"But Aunt Wen..." Qin Xin hesitated to speak, and looked at the bedside with worried eyes, but Wen Wanrou was covered by Si Lan's back, so she couldn't see anyone.

"With Silan here, nothing will happen. You go to rest."

There was an undeniable force in the calm tone.Qin Xin had no choice but to nod helplessly, turned around and walked out.

Lan Sichen once again looked at the scalpel on the wall. Judging from the depth of the penetration into the wall, it was impossible to do it with ordinary force.Moreover, there was a bullet hole next to it, that is to say, she was the one who changed the direction of the bullet with a scalpel.

Even Lan Yunsheng couldn't do such a thing.

Lan Yunsheng quickly brought all the things in and put them neatly by the bed; Lan Sichen stepped forward and said in a deep and powerful voice, "I'll help you."

Si Lan didn't even raise his head to look at him, just hummed softly; his fingers tore Wen Wanrou's pajamas directly, the wound was bloody and bloody, and maroon blood flowed out continuously; Squeeze out a painful groan.

(End of this chapter)