The wealthy ex-wife of the president

Chapter 147
Xu Ningmo pinched her jaw with his fingers, wishing to crush her bones with the force of his fingertips, and a cold voice escaped from his throat: "Si Lan, can you not see your own heart clearly?"

Si Lan looked at him calmly, without any dodge: "What do you mean?"

"Isn't there an old saying in China that fake plays are real?" Xu Ningmo frowned and looked at her pale oval face, feeling a bad feeling in his heart. Seeing Lan Sichen holding Si Lan in his arms At that time, the bad feeling became more and more turbulent, overwhelming.

After living for so many years, he has always been sure of success in doing things, without any worries, he has never been nervous, and he is calm and calm.In the past four years, he has always felt that Si Lan is under his control, and there is no other man around her, so don't worry...

It seemed that she was destined to be his own, so he never forced her, because she was destined to be his own, but when he saw her hugging Lan Sichen, the feeling was that she seemed destined to be Lan Sichen's too...

Si Lan's eyes flicked, and her ordinary aura gradually became colder. There was a chill in her icy eyes. Even facing Xu Ningmo, she was full of hostility at this moment.

"Ann, you can either go back to your Florence, or you can remember that you have half Chinese blood in your body."

Xu Ningmo raised his eyebrows: "Ok, I almost forgot." He pursed his lips and said with a sneer, "If you dare to tell me that you still have Lan Sichen in your heart, I will strangle you to death right now."

Si Lan was taken aback, was he angry because he thought he still loved Lan Sichen?
Si Lan stretched out his hand to brush away his steel-like fingers, the hostility in his eyes dissipated little by little, and he asked indifferently, "Who else can love someone who doesn't even have a heart?"

Who can love someone who doesn't even have a heart.

Who can love someone who doesn't even have a heart.

Who can love someone who doesn't even have a heart.

This sentence kept lingering in Xu Ningmo's mind on the way back, denying her feelings for Lan Sichen, and also denying all possibilities between her and himself.

Si Lan, you hurt yourself once with your stupidity, do you want to hurt yourself again with your cleverness now?

When Lan Sichen returned to Lan's house, he started to have a high fever, and he refused to go to the hospital. After taking anti-fever tablets and the fever could not be reduced, Wen Wanrou went to ask someone to invite a doctor to the house regardless of Lan Sichen's wishes.

Sitting on the edge of the bed Wen Wanrou wiped his sweat with a paper towel, Lan Sichen turned his head away, like an awkward child not letting her touch him.

"Si Chen, don't be stubborn."

Lan Sichen didn't speak, but the high fever caused his inner body to catch fire, his lower lip was burned and cracked, and blood oozed out, and the smell of blood filled his nose, and his thin lips were tightly pressed; Words hurt.

If possible, it would be a good thing to die like this.

Wen Wanrou seemed to understand the meaning in his eyes, when she sighed and was about to speak, someone knocked on the door, and the servant standing outside said: "The young master is back."

Lan Sichen's eyes froze, and a trace of doubt flashed across his eyes. He didn't expect Lan Ruixiu to come back suddenly.

Wen Wanrou stood up directly, her eyes swept over Lan Sichen's body worriedly, and said in a low voice: "I'll go down, you have a good rest."

After speaking, he went straight to the door.

When Lan Sichen saw the door closed, he didn't listen to Wen Wanrou's words. Instead, he got out of bed and took a set of clothes from the closet to change.

Because of the high fever, his face was very haggard, his lips were pale, and he had a morbidly gorgeous beauty. He walked out of the room at a very slow pace, walked through the long corridor, and walked to the stairs...

The glazed lamp glowed gorgeously, and the servants of the Lan family stood aside in good order. No one spoke in the quiet living room, only the sound of messy footsteps came from the rain curtain at the door, and then a black shadow appeared in the living room of the Lan family the entrance of...

Lan Ruixiu was wearing a dark suit. Although it was raining heavily outside, his body was not wet at all. He was sitting in a wheelchair with a blanket covering his knees; the moment he entered Lan's house, his eagle eyes immediately I caught Lan Sichen standing on the stairs, his eyes narrowed slightly, his gaze was cold and dangerous.

Sensing that the atmosphere was not right, Wen Wanrou looked back and forth between the two sons, with a gentle smile on the corner of her mouth, she stepped forward and said, "Ruixiu, you are back."

Lan Ruixiu didn't even look at her, he stared straight at Lan Sichen, but raised his hand and the person standing behind him immediately pushed him towards the stairs.

Lan Sichen put his hands on the escalator and walked down the stairs very slowly step by step.

The wheelchair stopped at the top of the stairs, and Lan Sichen also walked down the last staircase. The eyes of the two intersected in an instant, and the atmosphere was instantly tense, extremely heavy and depressing.

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None of the servants standing in the living room dared to speak, not even to breathe.

Although Lan Ruixiu looked up at Lan Sichen, his innate majesty and intimidation were not inferior to Lan Sichen's.

Lan Sichen still had one hand on the handle, and when he coughed lightly, he couldn't help covering his lips with his hand, trying to suppress the coughing sound as much as possible.

"Rui Mao is gone, An Su is dead, Lan Sichen—" Lan Ruixiu spoke in a solemn voice with killing intent: "How should you explain to me?"

Lan Sichen coughed a few times, and managed to hold it back. Yingxiu's brows could not conceal the lethargy, and said in a hoarse voice: "Tianlan has been transferred to your name. As for Ansu..."

The words did not go on, the person is dead, so it is useless to say more.

The corner of Lan Ruixiu's mouth curled into a cold arc, and he stared at him with a sneer, his cold voice seemed to come from hell: "Lan Sichen, please get out of Lan's house."

As soon as these words came out, everyone's eyes were startled, and they looked at Lan Ruixiu in astonishment, unable to believe their ears.

Wen Wanrou's face darkened, she pursed her lips and said, "Ruixiu."

"Do you need me to notify the media?" Lan Ruixiu shifted his gaze to Wen Wanrou's body, his eyes tightened, and he deliberately bit the tone of "Mom".

Wen Wanrou stood where she was, her body visibly paused, she didn't speak anymore, she just looked at Lan Sichen with worried eyes, and hesitated to speak.

Lan Sichen's expression was light and breezy, he didn't even frown, and his dry and peeling lips were leaning against a smile, as if he was relieved after unloading a heavy burden, which was expected to be the case.

Covering his lips with his fingers, he coughed a few times and said, "I'm leaving now."

Xiao Suo's eyes glanced at Lan Ruixiu, who seemed to be grateful, turned around and walked towards the gate step by step...

Gentle eyes swept across Lan Ruixiu's body, followed Lan Sichen's back, and couldn't help saying: "Sichen..."

Lan Sichen stopped at his feet, didn't look back, and didn't speak.

Wen Wanrou narrowed her eyes, and said in a cold voice: "All of you go down, don't tell anyone about tonight's affairs."

Everyone looked at each other and left in silence. The whole living room suddenly seemed more empty and deserted. The cold wind from the door kept blowing in, and the temperature kept dropping.

"Ruixiu, what can't you talk about properly? It needs to be so extreme? Don't think about other people, you should also think about the Lan family." The gentle and elegant voice was full of rigor, and his eyes fell on Lan Ruixiu: "We are a family." people."

"Oh." Lan Ruixiu sneered and asked, "Is it really a family? Aunt Wen?"

Wen Wanrou frowned, because his "Aunt Wen" fell silent for a moment.

"People outside don't know, don't you know in your heart? Am I really your own son?"

Lan Ruixiu spoke again, asking sharp questions with an aggressive attitude.

"You already know." Wen Wanrou suddenly realized, no wonder he wanted to drive Si Chen away.

Lan Sichen stood there with a straight back, and he spoke for a long time, the arrogance in his tone seemed to come out from his bones, "I'm leaving, don't say anything."

As he spoke, he moved his steps again, even ignoring his gentle words.

"Si Chen, where are you going? It's raining heavily outside." Si Lan walked in and put away the umbrella in his hand. Because of the heavy rain, a small piece of his shoulder was wet, and his black trousers were also soaked. .

The water eyes reflected the warmth of the light and stared at Lan Sichen.

"Why are you here?" Lan Sichen frowned, at this time the person who should not have appeared appeared.

Lan Ruixiu's eyes instantly locked on Si Lan.

"Aunt Wen called and said you were sick, so I'll come and see."

Si Lan answered honestly, stepped forward and touched his forehead with a worried tone: "You have a fever, where are you going?"

"I……"

"why?"

A cold voice suddenly sounded, interrupting Lan Sichen's words.At this moment, Si Lan noticed that Wen Wanrou and Lan Ruixiu were also in the living room, and his eyes were slightly surprised: "Lan Ruixiu, when did you come back?"

Lan Ruixiu didn't speak, but stood up suddenly, staring at Si Lan closely with his sharp eyes, and walked towards Si Lan step by step, with his brows knit into a ball, his expression solemn, and his feet moving slowly but steadily.

"You can stand up and walk now." Si Lan said again. At this moment, Lan Sichen couldn't help but turn his head to see Lan Ruixiu walking over step by step.

Wen Wanrou's eyes were dark and deep, and all the words she wanted to say at the moment were stuck in her throat, even though she could guess what, but because of Si Lan's presence, she couldn't speak out.

Lan Ruixiu stared straight at Si Lan with his hawk eyes, and said with a gnashing voice: "Should I call you Si Lan, or should I call you Scorpio?"

Si Lan didn't speak, his eyes fell on Lan Sichen, and when he looked at Lan Ruixiu again, he said coldly, "There is no difference."

"There is a difference." Lan Ruixiu's voice became deeper, and when she saw her looking at Lan Sichen with worried eyes, her tone became even more annoyed: "You care about him?"

Si Lan looked at him sideways and asked back, "Is it not possible?"

"Do you know what he did to you? How dare you still care about him?" The veins on Lan Ruixiu's forehead bulged, and his whole body was surrounded by evil, wishing he could strangle Si Lan to death.

How could she do this... how could she...

When she came back, she tried her best to admit that she was Scorpio, indifferent, mysterious, and unable to get close; when she came back, she turned back into Silan, and she still cared about Lan Sichen...

Has she forgotten how cruel what Lan Sichen did to her?Did she forget what she said?
"Ahem..." Lan Sichen coughed again, and couldn't stop it. The cough was so heartbreaking that he wanted to cough up all his internal organs.

"Sichen..." Si Lan was shocked, stepped forward to support his shoulder, patted his back with his fingers, and said with concern: "Sichen, I will take you to the hospital."

Lan Sichen glanced at her before speaking, Lan Ruixiu grabbed Si Lan's arm, pulled her vigorously into his arms, and said in an almost commanding tone: "You can't care about him, I won't let you care about him." You care about him!"

(End of this chapter)