Vengeful Angel：Looper's lover

This spring in March, the sun is shining, as if everything is soaked in the warm atmosphere.

The green willows, the spring breeze, the blue waves and the flying birds all belong to this beautiful season.

Song Zhiran is wrapped around Wu Qingluo's arm. Everything is a warm scene, but it's the intimate expression between her friends, and there's nothing to lament.

The song went to the black and the high heel, which was enough to show the posture of a rich lady. Gucci's latest handbag was hung on the arm, Chanel limited edition fur coat and perfume was the latest Dior. A red Porsche stopped in the driveway not far away.

"Qingluo, it's still the old rule. I'll take you back."

Song Zhiran is very enthusiastic. It seems that his relationship with Wu Qingluo is not generally good.

Compared with song Zhiran, Wu Qingluo's dress is much more ordinary. He doesn't have so many famous brands. He looks more like a girl next door.

"In fact, it's only one or two blocks away. I'm just going to see the new house. You don't need to burn the oil money."

Wu Qing declined and waved to song Zhiran.

"Why are you polite to me? What is stepping on the gas?" Song Zhiran was generous and didn't mind the money.

"You have to do something for environmental protection and low-carbon. The gasoline pollution is not a good thing. If you can walk, you'd better walk. Besides, it's not convenient for you to park!" Wu Qingluo's face is a calm smile, but there is no kind of hypocritical flattery.

"Well, for your low-carbon environmental protection, I have to work hard on my feet."

Song Zhiran frowned, looked down at his feet, stepped on the stiletto, walking is really hard.

"Ha ha, that can only be hard work for you. Fortunately, it's not too far away. Just take a turn."

Wu Qing's apology seems to be the same as that of song Zhiran's ancestors. But he really doesn't want to take a bus. Why fight and burn gasoline in a short distance? Or for the sake of nature's environmental protection, a modest effort is good.

Sure enough, as Wu Qingluo said, after turning a corner and passing a road, we arrived.

"This is it. Look, which one is it?" Wu Qingluo pointed to a small high-rise building inside and said to song Zhiran, "the new house is that one."

"The position is not bad. Let's go in and have a look."

Song Zhiran can't wait. He seems to have been looking forward to it for a long time.

They soon got to the bottom of the building, entered the gate, entered the elevator, Wu Qingluo pressed the button on the 16th floor.

The elevator soon took them to the 16th floor. Wu Qing turned left and went over. He took out the key and twisted it a few times. Soon, the wooden door opened.

Open the door, inside is a simple European style decoration, light color decoration color, so that the whole room looks so simple and bright, seems to be a lot more spacious, so that this small apartment is not petty, but a little more sense of security.

"It's a nice house."

As soon as song Zhiran came in, he sighed that he had already felt the inherent characteristics of the house before he had visited it carefully.

"Ha ha, Miss Song, who is used to living in big villas, says so. It seems that the house is really good."

Wu Qing smiles happily. At the same time, he greets song Zhiran to enter the door and passes a pair of cotton slippers. Then he puts song Zhiran's shoes into one side of the shoe cabinet. After closing the door, he can't see anything. The position of the porch is just to the advantage of being used to store some small and incomplete things.

"Ha ha, big villas and small apartments are two things. How can they be confused?" Song Zhiran defends that although she lives in a big villa, it is because song Zhiran is a rich girl that she has few friends. Almost all of them are lonely. Even if she has frequent friends, she just becomes ordinary friends. Song Zhiran always thinks that people close to her must have a plan. Maybe it's a common problem for children of rich families.

I don't know why, but song Zhiran and Wu Qingluo seem to be the same at first sight. Recalling the meeting, I can't say what it was like, but this friendship has been maintained for many years.

Seeing that Wu Qingluo is about to become a beautiful bride and marry his beloved lover, Song Zhi dyed his hair to make Wu Qingluo happy from the bottom of his heart. This is not only a kind of affection of a best friend, but also a blessing of a best friend.

In the living room, everywhere is full of the joy of entering the wedding, this jubilant scene always makes people happy. Song Zhiran has a look here and a touch there. It seems that Granny Liu has entered the Grand View Garden. She feels strange about everything.

"Qingluo, you see, this one is really beautiful."

Song Zhiran looks at the wedding photos on the wall, as if the bride is herself.

That day, Wu Qingluo went to take wedding photos. Song Zhiran didn't go around because of something, so at this time, he saw the photos.

"And you wait."

Wu Qingluo said, turned and squatted down, opened a wooden drawer below, and took out a thick photo album from it. It turned out that it was a portrait of wedding photos with other styles on it.

Wu Qing turned page by page, how sweet and warm the heart was. It was not easy to think about it. Along the way, the feeling was always difficult, just like some predestined fate, but at the same time, the difficulties and obstacles had been arranged one by one. Just like monk Tang, he was destined to experience the 9981 difficulties, Wu Qingluo's feelings seem to be the same. He is destined to go through those ups and downs and be able to stay with the people he loves for life.

Looking at the familiar face in this photo, Wu Qingluo suddenly settled down. It seems that this ending is the best. He has always been able to harvest love and friendship. Thinking about song Zhiran's company and the lover he found, Wu Qingluo feels that his life is complete, and even has no regrets.

Looking at them, they both forgot the existence of time, as if everything had stopped. Even time was frozen at that moment, but Wu Qingluo and song Zhiran both forgot that time was a thief. Unconsciously, all these things had changed. In these long years, many things didn't go as they imagined, This invisible, has changed dissipated, even if the feelings again solid, again unbreakable, one day, this time will destroy everything, although such a small force, but it can not be easily ignored.

The sky outside the window is slowly getting dark, and all the lights are lit together. The feeling of the dots comes from the warmth of the family. It seems that all the warmth is so ordinary. The world is just such a family, and the relationship between people is just a simple circle. It's just a few people who come and go.

Wu Qingluo's mobile phone rings. As soon as she saw the caller ID, Wu Qingluo laughed. She gently opened the screen and answered the phone directly.

"Are you working overtime? Don't be hungry. Go and eat something

Wu Qingluo's voice gently drips out of the water. Song Zhiran on this side can see at a glance who is calling, and he will not be disturbed any more.

Seeing Wu Qingluo hang up, song Zhiran began to talk: "he called?"

"Yes, he works overtime today."

Wu Qingluo replied.

"Come on, let's go and have something to eat. You see, it's time for dinner. After eating, I'll take you home!" Song Zhiran said, he closed the hardcover wedding photo album, stood up and picked up his Gucci bag. The stiletto heels were on the solid wood floor, Ding Dong, Ding Dong, making a clear sound.

"All right."

Wu Qingluo also picked up his handbag, followed song Zhiran, walked out of the room, and then closed the door. Then he pulled the handle of the door, pushed it inside, and made sure that he had locked the door. Then he left with ease. The elevator was running at a high speed. The two people soon got to the bottom of the building, went to song Zhiran's car, opened the door of the red sports car, and sat in the driver's seat and the co driver's seat respectively.

As soon as song Zhiran stepped on the gas, the car sped out and disappeared.

"Xiaoran, you drive like this all the time. You are not afraid of danger."

For many times, Wu Qingluo always wanted to say that song Zhiran's driving was straightforward and his life was given away.

It may be that Wu Qingluo didn't seem to get love and friendship before. She didn't care about her life and thought that death was a common thing. But this time, Wu Qingluo seemed to cherish her life. She didn't want to go wrong at such a critical moment. That's why she said something about song Zhiran's behavior.

"It's always like this, don't you know? What's the matter with that? Don't you believe in my driving skills? " Song Zhiran doesn't think so. He thinks it's just a normal thing. Maybe it's the relationship between the rich and the young lady. There are always some arrogance and arrogance in his character. Wu Qingluo has endured song Zhiran's moodiness over the years, but she is also used to it. After all, she feels that song Zhiran's mind is not bad in essence, Just a little spoiled girl.

Song Zhiran drove the car directly to the underground garage of Henglong square, and the brake was turned off. Everything seemed to be done in one go, so perfect and capable. It's a typical style of the rich second generation to go out with a bag and swing the door.

Wu Qingluo also got out of the car, looked back at a red sports car, and then followed song Zhiran to the elevator.