Qian Yan

Chapter 89 Dead Glauber

Chapter 89 Dead Glauber
I don't want to believe it, I can't believe it.

Now that things have happened, she knows that she can't think about Cheng Jialu and Fang Aili's affairs, the key is to solve the immediate crisis first.She threw away the flowers in her hand, took a deep breath calmly, leaned her back against the wall, and said, "I'm sorry, you have admitted the wrong person."

Of course they wouldn't believe it, and Yan Weiran knew they wouldn't believe it, but she still held up the bag in her hand and said, "Don't you believe me? If you don't believe me, you can look at my passport..."

She opened the bag she was carrying and pretended to take out the passport inside.Just when the person in front of her was distracted and looked at her hand, she suddenly swung the chain of the bag and slammed it hard on the bald face closest to her.

The hard leather bag, covered with rivets, hit the bald head's face with a bang.

The bald head covered his face and screamed, there was inevitably a gap in the side, Yan Weiran got out of the gap without hesitation, and ran towards the safety ladder.

The people behind shouted and chased after him, and the bald man covered his eyes and cursed angrily, chasing after him.

Yan Weiran was wearing mid-heeled shoes. Although the shoes fit her well and her running speed was not too slow, the tall and burly people behind her took two steps at a time. After a few steps, the distance between them narrowed.

Yan Weiran shouted hysterically while running: "Help, it's on fire! Put out the fire!"

Hearing the fire, there were several exclamations in the next room immediately.

Seeing that someone was about to open the door and come out to check, Yan Weiran had already rushed to the safety ladder.

As soon as the people in the building come out, they will all go downstairs through the safety ladder, and then these people will not be able to attack her in full view.

However, the second she ran into the safety ladder, there was a sudden sound of wind from behind her head, and a heavy blow hit the back of her head.

A darkness surged up in front of her eyes, and she suddenly fell into darkness.

When half submerged and half buoyant, the triumphant laughter of those people echoed in the chaos.

It seemed that someone picked her up, pushed her to the window, and pulled the window open.

"You are so unlucky, Miss Fang! After hearing the fire, you panicked and fell down the window sill by accident. Everyone will mourn for you!" The bald man grinned and pushed her off the window sill.

"Goodbye Miss Fang, you deserve it all!"

Yan Weiran's last sliver of consciousness failed to make her cry out, it only made her feel the most terrifying death coming.

The wind whistled in her ears, her out-of-control body broke away from the railing, and she fell rapidly, and the out-of-control wind of the whole world rushed towards her fiercely.

In just a few seconds, there was no time to panic, no pain in the body, only the bang of the brain, and the blood was instantly pressed out of the eyes, nose, mouth, and ears.

The world was silent for an instant, and she completely lost consciousness.

Amidst the suppressed exclamation, Yan Weiran was dripping with cold sweat, and sat up straight on the bed.

Her movements were so large that she even took the lamp on the bedside table and fell to the floor, smashing the clear glass lampshade into crystal shards all over the floor.

But she didn't care about it, she just fell silently on the bed, bent her knees and hugged her cold body.

Not long after, there was a knock on the door, and Wei Zexi's voice came: "Wei Ran, what's wrong with you?"

Yan Weiran didn't answer, just pulled the quilt carelessly to cover her face.

Wei Zexi paused, then knocked on the door twice, his voice became urgent: "Undying, undying?"

"It's okay." She lifted the quilt on her face, adjusted the most normal tone, and answered him, "I had a nightmare and broke your desk lamp, sorry."

Wei Zexi breathed a sigh of relief, and asked again, "You didn't get your hand cut off?"

"No."

The room was dark, and Yan Weiran felt as if he was half-submerged and half-floating.And his gentle inquiry seemed to hit the softest part of her heart at this moment.

Her closed eyes were sour and moist.After that night, she woke up again and again from the nightmare, but no one had ever comforted her so gently after she woke up.

Those stubbornness that was lonely and strong in the past collapsed just because of his gentle greeting, and she could no longer defend her soft heart.

She raised her hand, covered the back of her hand in front of her eyes, bit her lower lip and remained silent for a long, long time before the blood surging in her heart gradually calmed down.

The night is still very deep, and the heavy pressure is outside the window.She sat up and turned on the light.Fortunately, the slippers were placed on the other side of the bed, and no broken glass was splashed. She put on her shoes and opened the door, went to the tool room to look for it, and after confirming that his home was a water-filtered vacuum cleaner, she carried it into the room to prepare. Suck broken glass.

As a result, Wei Zexi came out and took her vacuum cleaner away, saying, "Don't clean it, what if you get stuck in your hands while cleaning? I'll leave it to the cleaning lady tomorrow."

"But I can't sleep either." Under the dim light of the night light in the living room, the night made her look dazed, a little afraid to look at Wei Zexi, and said with her head down.

"What a coincidence, I can't sleep either, come here and let me heat you a cup of milk, let's go see New York at four o'clock in the morning."

The refrigerator that was overcrowded yesterday finally came into use. With a bag of muffins in her mouth, Wei Zexi walked to the balcony with two cups in her hands, and put a cup of milk on the small table in front of her. Sitting opposite him drinking coffee.

But there's really nothing to see in New York.The neon lights have been extinguished, and all the buildings only show rough outlines under the thin street lights, nothing more than large blocks of darker or lighter colors.

On the other hand, Yan Weiran looked at him, tilted his head slightly with his chin in his hands, and smiled slightly,

The night wind brushed against Wei Zexi's cheeks, and he saw the starlight reflected in her eyes, which was more shining than the fluctuations of the lake in Central Park at this time.

"What's wrong?" He asked unnaturally, touching his cheek.

"You just looked like Glauber with the biscuit bag in your mouth—" she said, her expression darkened for a moment, and then she exhaled and said, "Glauber is a golden retriever I saw before .”

"It seems that there are quite a few people who named their dogs Glauber. I also know a golden retriever named Glauber." Wei Zexi tore open a muffin and handed her a piece, saying, "Unfortunately, the one I know Glauber died in the first half of this year, alas, what a pity."

Yan Weiran didn't continue this topic.She also thought in her heart, wondering how Cheng Jialu's Glauber is doing now?They also celebrated Glauber's 13th birthday together before, and now that I think about it, he is also a very old dog.

With Wei Zexi's personality, he originally wanted to chat more with Wei Ranzai.For example, Glauber loved a broom when he was a child, and he would bite the broom in circles every day, so Cheng Jialu remembered Glauber, who was always holding a broom to clean paper airplanes for the Ig Nobel Prize, and named it this.

However, such an interesting topic, after seeing Yan Weiran's quiet profile, he naturally forgot about it.At this moment, she was looking at the New York skyline, and he was staring at her face, and there should be no other sounds except the sound of the wind.

New York has no voice, she has no voice, and he has no voice.

(End of this chapter)

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