The Strategy of Courting The Straight Boss

When Jiangyan came, it had already rained outside.

Luo Chen wore a windproof jacket and held a dripping umbrella in his hand.

The jeans made his legs more and more slender and powerful, and the expression of that face was a little fuzzy under the hospital light above his head.

Jiang Yan opened his mouth, wanted to say something, but didn't say it.

"He's in there."

Luo Chen nodded and his thin lips pressed into a line. Also did not see Jiang Yan one eye, then crossed him to walk in.

Hearing the sound of the door closing, Jiang Yancai took his eyes back.

[No. 888: host, do you want the system to provide props for ear? Can use the most coquettish posture, listen to the most coquettish corner! 】

after thinking about it, Jiang Yan shook his head.

Forget it, it's a conversation between them. 】

Luo Chen just sat on the bench at the door of the ward and didn't look far away.

I don't know how long later, the alarm at the door suddenly rang.

The doctors and nurses who were waiting in the next room all came out and rushed into the ward without any expression. It's like the white tide, which makes Jiang Yan's heart tight and breathless.

He walked in behind the white tide.

In a flurry, Jiang Zhengming's eyes on the hospital bed are still wide open, but there is only a lifeless void inside.

There was no undulating straight line on the monitor beside him, and he had stopped breathing forever.

Jiang Yanshun looks at Jiang Zhengming's eyes and sees Luo Chen standing there at a loss.

It's more than 1.9 meters tall and muscular, but it's bumped by the nurses back and forth.

It is like a delicate grass swaying in the wind and rain, as if the next second will be patted down on the ground.

Jiang Yan's heart suddenly hurt.

He wanted to go forward, but his arm was grabbed by Pei Jingshu who rushed in. Looking back, Luo Chen was gone.

Jiang Zhengming's funeral was held the next day.

Yesterday's cold weather is still blowing into the air.

People attending the funeral were all wearing black suits and holding black umbrellas. It's like a dark cloud, pressing on everyone's heart.

"Zhengming, why did you go? How can we live if you leave us mother and son? "

Pei Jingshu, with the help of Jiang Yan, cried to death.

The crowd at the funeral was quiet and suddenly whispered.

Then the crowd split in two.

A tall figure came forward through the crowd. His handsome face was still sharp and sharp, and he looked at everything around him indifferently.

Jiang Yan's eyelashes trembled.

Here he comes.

And see that face, Pei Jingshu cried half choked.

Tears still hanging on his face, mouth wide open, looking a little ridiculous.

The next second, she rushed forward angrily and slapped down.

"How dare you come --"

next to Jiang Yan quickly stopped: "Mom, calm down!"

Pei Jingshu red eyes, screamed.

"How can you calm me down? Your father stayed with this little beast until he went! He must be angry with your father and forced him to write a suicide note! Otherwise, we are his serious relatives. How can he leave so much property of the Jiang family to this little beast! "

"Luo Chen, you are no longer a member of the Jiang family, so you are not qualified to take a cent of the Jiang family any more! If you are still an individual, don't fight with us

The voice dropped and the crowd whispered again. Looking at Luo Chen's eyes, there was sympathy and curiosity, but more ridicule and disdain.

Luo Chen was standing in the rain and fog without an umbrella.

His hair was so wet that it stuck to his forehead. That pair of eyes seems to be separated by a layer of water mist, but it seems to be more and more cold, see people's heart hair cold.

The eyes swept over everyone present and stopped slightly when passing by Jiang Yan.

He met the people's eyes, hook the corner of his lips, draw a sarcastic arc. Lips overflow a sneer, voice cool.

"Why? I'll take what belongs to me. "