Fickle CEO

"Lan River." He gave a low, hoarse cry.

She was still crying, and the hysterical voice was ringing in his ears, which made his whole nerves tense and painful.

Ji Heng hugged her only to find that she was so small, the whole body was so thin and terrible that he closed his moist eyes and could not help sticking to her face. His fingers twined her hair and pressed her in the neck socket. Listening to her voice, she became dull and could only be vented in his arms.

"Don't cry Lanxi, don't cry... " Ji Heng wanted to comfort him, but his voice was hoarse. His handsome lips aroused a warm smile like spring. His lips stuck to her ears and whispered, "in the future, you can come here if you are sad. You can come to Ji Yao, come to me No matter what grievances you have suffered elsewhere, I will wait for you here. Is that ok? "

Lan Xi, is this OK?

Ji Heng's smile is light and pale. He can't control what he said and can't think.

Lan Xi didn't know how long she hissed and cried until her throat was full of tears like astringency and pain. She couldn't cry any more. Holding Ji Heng's shoulder tightly, she felt that the grievances and pain had swept her like a tsunami. She was forced to the extreme and broke out at a certain uncontrollable moment.

In Ji family, she can feel too much warmth, strange, but almost hot.

She hardly knew why they were so kind to her.

When the bowl of porridge came up with Ji's mother's loving voice, she felt a sharp pain in her heart. The heat made her eyes ache, and all the blood and blood surged up. She couldn't swallow it with one bite.

-- in this world, strangers can treat her like this. Why should a loved one hurt her so much?

She can't take it anymore.

She knelt on the ground and cried bitterly. She remembered that since her mother's death, her world had been an unchanging indifference and loneliness. Later, she touched a trace of warmth, and she held on to the floating wood called "muyanchen" too tightly.

His last look at her was cold and satirical.

Her small heart in the hard accumulation of the castle called hope, just suddenly collapsed.

……

When Ji Heng came out, he saw his mother and sister were still sitting in the living room.

Heard nothing inside, Ji mother frowned and did not stretch how much, but also know that at the moment should not ask more, took the plate into the kitchen. Ji Yao looked at his brother with red eyes and sat in front of him.

"Brother - I want to ask you a question." Ji Yao pauses, his voice hoarse, hesitating.

Ji Hengjun's face was slightly pale, leaning on the sofa and closing his eyes for a long time. After waiting for the heartache to crush him, he opened his eyes and said, "well, say."

Ji Yao bit his lips and asked, "Lan Xi looks like a real accident. I want to ask you if she has been really forced. Violent, do you still love her?"

It's not that she worries too much. All men have their own female complex, which is an indisputable fact.

Ji Heng raised his eyes and took a look at her.

"I ask you, what is love?" He said.

Ji Yao was stunned and blushed: "I..."

"At your age, in fact, you don't know what love is," Ji Heng's eyes showed a trace of scarlet. "I'm not a few years older than you, so I'm afraid I can't understand what love is. But now I feel - it's not because she's good that I love her, but because I love her, so I hope she's all right. "

The last few words, he said very lightly, the heart is sullen. I just saw her cry like that, but I couldn't do anything about it. It was hard. It's really hard.

No sooner had he said this than the door of the room had opened.

Lanxi washed her face, her eyes were still slightly red, and her eyelashes were still wet. After the rain, her green hill like face showed a trace of firmness and said in a soft voice, "thank you - but I want to go back."

***

Ji's father didn't let them drive back, so he just walked all the way back to Mu's house.

- more reason as like as two peas, Yao is driving her to the second seat, and she is just like the accident yesterday. She will have shadows, will be inconsistent, and will be afraid.

In the sky floated a light snow, falling on the body, rustling.

Ji Heng originally took her hand out of the door, but on the way Lan Xi took his hand back and put it in his pocket. She didn't pull her hand just now, but she didn't want to embarrass Ji's mother. Now it's not necessary.

On the eyes of Henglan, there is still no warmth in Ji Jun's face. Seeing that she has recovered, there is still a trace of firm light in her clear water eyes. He can't help but ask in a low voice: "Lan Xi, what are you so anxious to do back home?"

The red scarf of Bu LAN covered his face.

"I have something to ask him about." Her hoarse voice came out of the scarf, very firm and clear.

Ji Heng frowned: "who?"

"My brother." She said in a low voice, only these three words let her heart beat hard.Ji Heng is more and more puzzled: "what do you have to ask him?"

Lanxi's steps slowed down, looked at him side by side, thinking of just in the room he said "I am waiting for you", a strange, pale face in the heart, a sweet smile, mute voice comfort: "it is my own business."

She still doesn't believe it.

She was too sad and over sad about last night's events, and she still didn't believe it after waking up. She must ask him again when she is awake. Moyan Chen, you still love me, right?

Before putting out the fire, moth, even if he has made the worst plan, is also hope, it can embrace the fire.

Lanxi walked toward the mooyama step by step, and saw the snow covered dead branches from the courtyard wall. Unexpectedly, a car was parked outside the door. A slender figure stood outside the window, bent over and said something softly across the window.

For a while, the door opened, a cold and upright figure came out, a body of dark, in the snow to kill and striking.

Lan Xi was pale and his steps were still moving.

Ji Heng also stopped, Qing eyes follow her eyes to see the past, also see opposite is holding Yan Mu ran and Moyan Chen.

Everything was like a farce under the quiet snow, without sound.

Moyanchen was driving to the door of the mozhai when she met her, people in the door he can not open, then stop, eyes cold as usual. Yan Mu ran came to knock on the window, his expression was slightly scorching but gently said something to him. The sound insulation effect was good. He didn't hear it at all. The long fingers gently rubbed the sun cave after hangover. His handsome face was calm like water, without a hint of emotion. When he opened his eyes, he saw the familiar figure not far away from the front.

-- she is a warm white, scarves are red, lined with smaller and whiter faces, and the eyes of water are very touching.

I saw her every night, but I was like a lifetime away.

Ji Heng stood by her side and leaned down to whisper, her eyes motionless and looked at him.

Moyan Chen pale, cold eyes, in Yan Mu ran continued to nag down, and then "bang!" The door has to be closed with a sound.

No longer looking at Lan Xi, he looked at Yan Mu Ran's face with cold eyes, looked at her yearning but not close eyes, and walked forward to her. The long one arm hook hook her into his arms. The beautiful face with light makeup was near the eyes. He bowed his head gracefully and coldly, kissed her lips in a cold and evil posture.

Yan Mu ran suddenly opened his eyes!!

“……” She hardly believed what she saw, and her face suddenly became hot and red, and wanted to move it, but she was cold and cold by his long and powerful fingers, and then she was forced to hurt, and could not move at all.

Lan Xi in rustle in the small snow quietly watching this scene, the heart suddenly frozen into ice.

Tingling, from the corner of the eye, excites her eyes a bit of sour tremor, tears immediately spread up. Just in the mansion, she thought she cried enough, cried, no more tears. But he had such a skill to admire Yanchen, which made her heart ache again and choked her breath with warm moisture, and she couldn't breathe.

Ji hengmou son deeply gazes at this scene, and then looks at the look of Lan Xi, but she read the heartache so clearly.

He was stunned, and there was a shock in his heart.

"He doesn't look very convenient now," Ji Heng asked her softly, with a low voice in the snow. "Do you want to ask him now?"

Lan Xi eyes tremble, see Ji Heng a glance, hot tears are about to burst into tears.

(PS: there is more notice. Next Monday, Tuesday, two days, plus a lot more, you know...)