Cold-hearted young master and revenge bride

Chang Huan saw this and couldn't say anything. He had to close his mouth, but his worry was even worse.

"Lan Chao, is that ok?" On the bus, song Xiaoqing looks at Chu lanchao anxiously: "aunt, she --"

Chu's mother's previous words still frightened her, and she was less happy to marry him.

Chu Lan Chao's face was expressionless and his voice was cold: "do you want to cancel the wedding?"

"No, of course not!" Cancel the wedding? No, don't kill her. However, song Xiaoqing regretted it as soon as he said it. He was too straightforward. What if he thought he was too selfish? She secretly looked at Chu Lan Chao, open mouth to explain, Chu Lan Chao has a voice: "that's not it."

Song Xiaoqing did not dare to speak any more, for fear that he would make a mistake.

"Where are we going now?" After a long time, song Xiaoqing asked.

"Back to the cottage. I've already had people prepare things for you. You can live there

"Good." Back to the cottage? His sister's footprints were everywhere, and he could only see her. In fact, song Xiaoqing is reluctant to go back, but she has no courage to say no.

The car stops outside the villa. Chu lanchao looks at the familiar building in front of him. The past is playing out in his mind. He looks back at Song Xiaoqing. His face in memory is smiling at him. His heart can't help but soften and says softly: "Xiaolan, we're home."

Song Xiaoqing was shocked by the sound of speech. Looking at his handsome face like a dream, she knew that he must have thought of his sister again and regarded her as his sister.

In the heart bitter astringent, she still slightly smiles toward him: "mmm."

At least, this is their home!

Chu lanchao smiled, got out of the car, went to the other side, opened the door for her, pulled her down, "go, let's go in."

He took her into the small building with his powerful hand. When he went through the garden, he pointed to the plum blossom on one side and said with a smile: "Xiaolan, you see, it's the plum blossom we planted in those years. It's so big. How beautiful the flowers are."

"Well, it's really beautiful." Song Xiaoqing reluctantly let himself smile.

"You wait." Chu lanchao suddenly let go of her hand, walked through the flower path to the plum tree, broke a branch and handed it to song Xiaoqing: "this branch must look good in a vase."

Song Xiaoqing took it over with a bright smile: "yes."

But, in the end, only she knew.

"It's cold outside. Let's go in." Chu orchid tide saw her smile, in the heart joyful, pulls her to walk in.

Entering the door, as like as two peas at the house, he looked back at Song Xiaoqing and said, "Xiao Lan, you see, it is exactly the same as it was, and it has not changed at all. Do you remember the painting? We bought it together in those years. There was a little incident at that time, and we almost didn't buy it. "

He took her to a painting in the hall on the first floor, with very gentle eyes.

However, song Xiaoqing is not song Xiaolan after all. This is their memory. How can she enter it?

"Yes She could only give him such an ambiguous answer.

Fortunately, he didn't really want to get any answers. He was just immersed in his own memory, which he could never forget in the past seven years.