Lu Yan sat quietly for a long time, as if he had blended into the heavy darkness, there was no light at all, and his tall and structured figure was blurred and clear in the darkness.

Lu Yan closed his eyes and remembered the face of the words, her eyes, did he know her so early? Why didn't he have an impression?

His memory is complete, he doesn't have a faulty memory of some years, he can remember the major events in his life, but it seems that he thinks of Cheng Ci, and when he thinks about what might happen between Cheng Ci and him, he will feel uncomfortable, as if something is smashing his temple, something is blocked in his mind, and the mechanism of the brain chooses to avoid it and not let him remember.

He opened his eyes suddenly, paused, sat still for a long time, as if irritable, took out the cigarette case, knocked it, took out a cigarette from it, bit it on his lip, the fire swallowed it, he spit out a beautiful smoke ring, nicotine soaked in his lungs, and he had a calm thought.

He still couldn't hold back, and finally smoked two cigarettes before stopping, and smelling smoke on his body again, he closed the door to the study, and took a quick shower with his hands and feet, before returning to the bedroom.

The words in the bedroom were too sleepy, she didn't blow her hair, so she lay down, and she often did this, she didn't dry her hair, she lay down and slept, which hurt her body too much.

Lu Yan twisted his eyebrows, stared at her facial features, and then looked at her full lips, always felt that there was a light in his mind that wanted to penetrate the dust, and it was difficult for people to see clearly, he sighed heavily in his heart, and then squatted down, he said in a low voice: "Yanyan, wait until you sleep, I'll blow your hair." ”

As he spoke, he went to half-support and half-hugged her to lean into his arms.

Yan Yu slept groggily, feeling that someone was whispering something in her ear, she felt noisy, waved her palm, and in a daze, she felt as if she had hit something.

But the noisy voice seemed to have disappeared, and she frowned, and had no heart to think about it, and fell into a deep sleep.

Lu Yan was slapped for no reason, and he also subconsciously wrinkled his brows, although it didn't hurt, he still couldn't cry or laugh.

He frowned, stretched out his frowning brows, still sighed, half-coaxed her to get up, leaned on himself, took a hair dryer, and blew her hair softly.

Saying that the hair is still wet.

He blew patiently slowly, warm air gushing out, his slender fingers interspersed with the long soft hair, slowly sliding down.

The heat of the hair dryer brushed his fingertips.

Little by little, the warmth flowed backwards from his fingertips to his heart.

It's not a lot of wine, but it's a little scorching.

He likes it.

Something grew around him and took root in his heart.

When the blow was almost dry, he took the comb carefully, slowly combed Yan Yu's hair, sorted out the messy hair, and then lay down, hugged her from behind, and rested his chin on her shoulder.

Because of that zhàopiàn, because of those things that seemed to have been forgotten by him.

The next day, Lu Yan wanted to take Yan Yu to the identification center to take a blood test.

Lu Yan said lightly while helping Yan Yu and Xiaoxing peel shrimp: "In order to avoid errors in blood samples, everyone must take blood samples on the spot and record the whole process, including the entire process of identification." ”

Yan Yu's eyebrows jumped, and she felt a little uncomfortable, she lowered her eyelashes, thinking to herself, Lu Yan really worked hard to find out the real Xu Yingxia, and her face was there.

Lu Yan peeled 10 of them and put them on a small plate in front of her, and he raised his eyes to look at her: "Eat breakfast first." ”

"Hmm. ”

Breakfast was porridge, Xiaoxing held the spoon, ate quickly, she finished eating the shrimp her father peeled for her, she reached out and took it herself, put it in front of Lu Yan, she smiled: "Dad, I still want it." ”

Lu Yan softened his eyebrows and obediently continued to peel shrimp for Xiaoxing.

Nanbei wants to be discharged from the hospital, but she doesn't know where she can go, Song Qingran has been like an enraged mad dog recently, wanting to completely cut off all her outlets, he sold the apartment she lived in before, her job in the hospital was dismissed, and her friends thought that she had gone abroad, so she was left with only words and this ward.

Of course, Song Qingran didn't want Yan Yu to be her friend, but the relationship between her and Yan Yu was not something he could provoke, and this ward was set by Lu Yan, so he couldn't interfere.

Therefore, Nanbei has a very sober understanding that as long as she gets out of this ward, Song Qingran will definitely imprison her again.

She took a deep breath, stood next to the window, opened it, and looked out the window with a faint look in the fresh air.

But unexpectedly, she saw a black Volkswagen parked below, the car was very ordinary, and the license plate number was also the same, but Nanbei suddenly remembered who the owner of the car was.

Thin inkstone.

Her eyes drifted to the direction of the car window, the black window film was thick, and she couldn't see anything, and just as Nanbei wanted to turn around, she saw Bo Yan getting off the Volkswagen.

He was wearing a black shirt and trousers, his temperament was cold and deep, he raised his eyes slightly, his eyes were clear and sharp, and there was a hint of softness, the two contradictory temperaments were intertwined around him, but they were not inconsistent at all.

He smiled at the north and south next to the window.

Nanbei was slightly stunned.

Bo Yan quickly went upstairs and entered the ward, he was still carrying a carton of strawberry milk in his hand, he put the strawberry milk on the table, looked at Nanbei with a smile: "Are you okay in the past two days?"

"Hmm. Nanbei replied lightly, she looked at him, not knowing what to say.

Bo Yan seems to be ordinary and ordinary, but with an incomprehensible mystery, Nanbei doesn't know his identity, doesn't know his origin, doesn't know his purpose, doesn't know why he can know that she likes to drink strawberry milk, and doesn't know why he always appears in front of her.

Bo Yan seemed to see through Nanbei's thoughts at a glance, but he didn't say anything about it, he bent his eyes and laughed, Nanbei thought, his eyes can't hide his age, when he smiled, the wrinkles at the end of his eyes slowly diffused, Bo Yan's age should not be young.

There was a thick smile in Bo Yan's dark eyes: "Silly girl, I won't do anything to you." You've been in the ward for so many days, are you bored?"

North and South did not answer.

Bo Yan said: "Your physical and mental state are very good, and the failed love has left traces in your heart, but fortunately, it has not left indelible pain on your body." You are great, when I was young, if love failed, I may not have such a peaceful state of mind as you. ”

Nanbei curled his fingers and pursed his lips: "When were you young?"

Bo Yan laughed softly: "Yes, I'm not young anymore." ”

“32？”

“40。 Bo Yan is not shy about his age at all, not to mention that he doesn't need to be shy about it, because he has a face in his early 30s, and if it weren't for the wrinkles at the corners of his eyes full of years of time, he could be a few years younger.

Bo Yan asked, "Do you want to go out and relax?" He looked at Nanbei's expression, "Don't worry, Song Qingran can't take you." ”

Nanbei paused and shook his head: "I don't want to." "They have only met a few times, and the first time they met was so embarrassing, not to mention that she didn't know anything about Bo Yan, how could she go out with him casually.

Bo Yan didn't care, he noticed that Nanbei wanted to drink water, so he stood up, held a teacup with his slender fingers, and poured water into it unhurriedly.

He handed the water to Nan Nan, and his eyes seemed to be full of deep meaning: "Don't you wonder who I am?"

He didn't wait for a verbal answer, he said with a smile: "I am the one who can help you, if you want to break away from the Song family, if you want to be independent, if you want to take revenge on Song Qingran, I can help you do it." ”

As he spoke, he stretched out his hand and gently stroked her hair, with infinite gentleness, his eyes were dark, and something flashed away, as if with nostalgia.

Under the gentleness of Bo Yan, the north and south felt his kindness.

His voice was magnetic and sounded low: "Do you want to return the slap to Song Qingran's wife, I'll take you there." As he spoke, he withdrew his hand that was touching her hair, and the movements of his hand seemed to be reluctant and affectionate.