Vengeful Angel：Looper's lover

"Song Zhiran?" Wu Qingluo looks at the girl sitting at her front door. When she looks up, she finds a very familiar face. Her name blurts out, as if her memory tells her that she is her best friend, her best friend and best friend.

"Fall."

Song Zhiran suddenly stood up, as if he thought it was a surprise to see Wu Qingluo here. Wu Qingluo stood in front of him in good condition, which made song Zhiran feel uneasy. You know, when he received the news that Wu Qingluo was awake, song Zhiran was really worried about the sequelae of Wu Qingluo, In other words, it's hard to see the symptoms of Wu Qingluo for the time being, but at least song Zhiran was calm when he saw Wu Qingluo. It seems that I can be sure that Wu Qingluo and I will be good friends for a long time in the future.

"Why are you here?" According to the original intention, Wu Qingluo should have a good rest inside. Why did he come back from outside? Song Zhiran couldn't understand.

"I get up early and go out for a walk. After all, it's open and comfortable outside."

Wu Qingluo seems to really feel the outside feeling, very happy.

"And you? Ranran, why are you here again? " Wu Qingluo felt that song Zhiran was standing here, facing a closed door. He also felt very strange. It's all coming. Why don't you go in and sit down?

"Me? I've just arrived. You say it's a coincidence

Song Zhiran chuckled, as if the haze had just been swept away, as if he had never been sad. It made people feel that all this was so natural and coincidental. Song Zhiran walked to the door and Wu Qingluo just went home. Song Zhiran's smile made the description of the coincidence more convincing.

"Well, then go in."

Wu Qingluo invited song Zhiran to sit in the door, which is what a good friend should do. Although after a period of coma, it seems that Wu Qingluo and song Zhiran are going to have a lot of differences in love, but they are still in love, just for a moment, and they haven't adapted.

When Wu Qingluo went out, she forgot to bring her key. She could only ring the doorbell to let her aunt open the door. When she saw that it was Wu Qingluo, she naturally opened the door. But when she opened the door, the whole person was not good. Because my aunt saw song Zhiran. It's like seeing the God of pestilence. I want to avoid it and drive it away, but I find that it doesn't work in the end.

"Miss Song?" Auntie and song Zhiran wink at Song Zhiran and want him to leave without making himself difficult.

But Wu Qingluo was really too enthusiastic and let song Zhiran sit in the door.

"Miss Wu, Miss Wu."

In fact, my aunt wanted to say something, but she thought it was not good.

But Wu Qingluo has already led song Zhiran all the way in, and is about to enter the door.

"Miss Song, please come back."

Aunt still can't help but say this sentence directly. She really doesn't care what Wu Qingluo thinks.

"Auntie, how do you talk? Miss Song is the guest when she comes to the door. Don't you hurry up and get some tea and cakes?"

Wu Qingluo was a little angry. She didn't know what happened to the aunt today. She treated the guests like this.

"But... Miss Wu..." aunt began to speak intermittently, as if she could not say it.

"What, but... Don't go soon..." Wu Qingluo was a little angry, as if he was going to put on the appearance of a master. In fact, Wu Qingluo didn't like such a person. She knew that there shouldn't be such a huge class concept between people.

"Forget it, I'd better go."

Song Zhiran felt that he had gone too far, as if he had caused great trouble to others here.

"No, we can't go without making it clear today. No one can go."

Wu Qingluo seems to be suffering from paranoia. She thinks that this must be something that needs to be explained. She has always been curious. Song Zhiran has been waiting for her for a long time at her door. Why doesn't her aunt open the door for her? She doesn't know song Zhiran. This is enough to show that there must be something hidden from her.

"Mr. Lin... Mr. Lin... he..." aunt really didn't want to give up Lin Minjia. She knew that the relationship between Lin Minjia and Wu Qingluo would be implicated. She really didn't want to be such a troublemaker.

"Go ahead, I won't blame you."

Wu Qingluo knew that there was something to hide from him. How could he feel like a faint king all of a sudden? It seems that all ministers have to do things secretly from themselves.

"In fact... Lin Minjia is also for you... You have to understand him. Don't be angry with Lin Minjia, OK?"

Song Zhiran had already asked for Lin Minjia's favor before his aunt opened her mouth, which made Wu Qingluo feel that he was the only one who didn't know. All these people knew, but he seemed to be in the dark.

"Do you know?" Wu Qingluo is curious. Why, why, when she wakes up, she looks like a useless person, and she can't adapt to her previous life at all. It seems that she lived ten years ago. Song Zhiran is not her best friend, and her best friend is Lu Zhijing, who was left ten years ago.

"It's not... It's not... I don't know anything. I just think Lin Minjia must be for you."

Song Zhiran wanted to defend himself, but he seemed to be helping. The more he helped, the more he helped.

"Let me talk about it."

Auntie knew that in the end, it would only be blacker and blacker, so she might as well say it directly. If Wu Qingluo still insisted on taking song Zhiran in at that time, she would have to go at will.

"It was Mr. Lin who told me not to let Miss Song in."

Aunt finished all of a sudden, all the things are finished.

"I'll explain it to him, but you can't treat my friend like this. Auntie, you go to prepare tea and cakes. I'll tell Lin Minjia about it myself."

Wu Qingluo thinks that this matter must be made clear with Lin Minjia. He is not a puppet, he does not know everything, and he is an independent individual.

I don't know what's going on. From waking up to now, Wu Qingluo feels that he has not been able to adapt. This is not a pathological feeling. Is this a sequela of crossing?

"Ranran, come in and sit down."

Wu Qingluo directly takes song Zhiran into the living room of the villa. In fact, song Zhiran is familiar with all this. She has been here before, though not many times.

"Sit down."

There are tens of thousands of Yuan crystal chandeliers and thousands of Yuan leather sofas in the living room. The tea table is in classical style, and the whole decoration style is European noble style, which is very noble and elegant.

"Miss Wu, this is blue mountain coffee."

The aunt served the coffee and handed it over.

"Auntie, you'd better prepare some scented tea for Luoluo. The coffee is too rich for the patient."

The tone of song Zhiran's speech seems to be that song Zhiran is the hostess here and wants to tell her aunt to do something.

Aunt white song Zhiran a look, but it is very despised, but song Zhiran said is right, she can only do.

The scented tea came up, and Wu Qing was surprised to see it soaked.

"This scented tea is beautiful."

Wu Qingluo couldn't help admiring that his eyes were shining, as if he had seen a miracle.

"Yes, it's like a flower."

Song Zhiran's eyes were full of smiles, as if he was in a special good mood.

"Well, auntie, what's the name of this flower tea?" Wu Qingluo seems to know this flower tea very well.

"Miss Wu, this one is called Lady Dangui. It contains Osmanthus fragrans, roses and green tea. It's very healthy."

Aunt is very professional answer, seems to be about to it, the ingredients list are recited.

"Yes, it's much healthier than coffee. It's bad for you to drink too much caffeine."

Song Zhiran was concerned about Wu Qingluo's physical condition, and always felt that Wu Qingluo was so fragile.

"Yes."

Wu Qingluo nodded and agreed, you know, now Wu Qingluo is more interested in this tea than coffee.

"Luo Luo, it's so nice of you to wake up, you know? I'm really worried. It's really my fault. If I drive better, I won't have to. Really, fortunately, you wake up. Otherwise, I'll feel guilty all my life. "

Song Zhiran said, as if he was very repentant, as if if if there were regrets in this life, this accident was a huge regret, nothing could resist the invasion of this regret.

"Don't say that, Ranran. Aren't you hurt, too? Besides, you didn't mean it! " Wu Qingluo knows that song Zhiran is his good friend. How can his good friend harm himself? This is a friend she wants to make from the bottom of her heart. Although she is still not used to it, she understands that song Zhiran is Wu Qingluo's best friend.

Wu Qingluo and song Zhiran got to know each other in the University for several years. The friendship in the university may be more real. There is not so much utilitarianism and hostility. The most important thing is to earn a scholarship. How much emotion can you hurt.

In Wu Qingluo's eyes, song Zhiran is so perfect. She has a rich family, a sweet face and outstanding achievements. This is simply all the good quality, let God put on Song Zhiran's body. So for Wu Qingluo, it's a lucky thing to be friends with song Zhiran. However, Wu Qingluo and song Zhiran once had a heart knot, but after a long talk all night, it seems that all the heart knots disappeared. Their heart knot is Lin Minjia, but Wu Qingluo and song Zhiran have never mentioned it for so many years. Maybe they are worried about losing friendship because of love.

"Luo Luo, do you remember the past?" Song Zhiran just wants to know whether Wu Qingluo's coma has caused her some amnesia. This is a kind of trial, or a kind of concern. No one can tell.

"I remember, but I don't know why I always feel strange. It seems so strange. Ranran, what's wrong with me? Is my brain really bad or is it really damaged?" Wu Qingluo doesn't know why. Even though she has an unreserved attitude towards song Zhiran, she can't say it all at once. She doesn't tell song Zhiran about her ten-year journey, as if it were her own secret. She doesn't want to involve everyone, even if she finds her past memory, Wu Qingluo just wants to act by herself instead of publishing these to other people. It's a very strange news when she comes back to the present era. You know, there are many people waiting to interview Wu Qingluo, but they are all suppressed by Lin Minjia. You know, he just wants Wu Qingluo to have a good rest, and no one will disturb her.

"How could that be? Will there really be any problems? I'd better go to the hospital and have a check. "

Song Zhiran has a worried look on his face. It seems that he is all for the sake of Wu Qingluo's body. But Wu Qingluo always has an ominous premonition, as if there is something big to wait for him to accept. It's really not a very good look. But I can't say it.

"Luoluo, what's the matter with you, aren't you feeling well?" When song Zhiran saw Wu Qingluo stop talking, he seemed to feel that the rhythm was wrong. Even if he was sorry for Wu Qingluo, Wu Qingluo would always be his good friend. Song Zhiran seldom had a close friend. What he liked to be with her was just greedy for her money. Wu Qingluo was his real friend. Song Zhiran has always understood that no matter how his friend is, he will still lose him. Song Zhiran knows that he is sorry for Wu Qingluo, but he is not willing to do it. He is forced to do it. Most of the time, people can't help themselves. It's really hard to see the environment and their heart.

"It's OK. You look so nervous."

Wu Qingluo thinks that song Zhiran is making a fuss. This little feeling is just his innermost thoughts. Can he go to the hospital? I'm not senile dementia, so it's a kind of morbid state to be so nervous. It can't be cured. It's hopeless. Wu Qingluo couldn't understand it at all. Maybe he was like another individual in this strange space.