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Cong Ye, who had lived at Yun Lan's place for three days, was led by Yun Lan to Zhou Wanrong's residence on the morning of the fourth day.

Originally, it was Zhou Wanrong after Guo Xiaoqian, but Xiang Qing and the four of them have not returned to the provincial capital so far, so happiness came to Zhou Wanrong in advance.

Yun Lan didn't enter the door, but just led Cong Ye to the door of Zhou Wanrong's room, gently raised her hand and rang the doorbell, then raised her toes and kissed Cong Ye on the cheek like a dragonfly, and turned around and went downstairs.

The door opened, Zhou Wanrong appeared in front of her in casual clothes, her shy face lowered slightly, and then raised, her long eyelashes flashed, and the tears that were about to drip were so lightly stopped in her eyelashes. Slowly raised his hands and stretched out his hands towards Cong Ye, Zhu Zhi lightly opened his lips and called softly:

"Brother."

Cong Ye hurriedly reached out to hold Zhou Wanrong's slender jade hand, entered the room, closed the door behind him with his elbow, and the two looked at each other like that, without moving their bodies for a long time.

Finally, the tears in Zhou Wanrong's eyes still fell, and Cong Ye raised his hand to wipe it, and hugged Zhou Wanrong to the sofa and sat together.

"Rong'er."

"Brother."

Neither of them said much, just snuggled up like that, feeling each other's body temperature, each other's heartbeat, the breath on each other's bodies, and the breath that was gradually burning.

Zhou Wanrong's bedroom is the bedroom that Cong Ye has ever seen, the bedroom with the most taste of a little daughter.

A few knick-knacks that girls like are neatly and appropriately placed.

Plenty of light and soft tones with a warm atmosphere.

Because it was Zhou Wanrong's first time, Cong Ye had to restrain himself as much as possible. It's just that in the face of Zhou Wanrong, who has always been passive and always has a posture of letting the gentleman pick up, Cong Ye still can't help but be domineering.

"Rong'er?"

"Well, brother, brother."

After some clouds and rain, Zhou Wanrong, who was the weakest among the girls, slept for the longest time. When Zhou Wanrong woke up, Cong Ye had already made dinner. Zhou Wanrong, who was shy, kept blaming herself and said:

"Brother, it's all Rong'er's bad."

"Rong'er, don't say that, love is indistinguishable from each other."

In the time that the two got along, most of the time Cong Ye was talking about his experience after leaving the earth, and Zhou Wanrong always listened quietly like a bird. Occasionally, under the guidance of Cong Ye, I will talk about what has happened around me for more than 50 years.

When the two returned to the bedroom again, leaning on the head of the bed and talking about love, Cong Ye inadvertently found that there was an antique small wooden box on the bedside table with an abnormal smooth surface, and couldn't help but reach out and pick it up. glanced at Zhou Wanrong, who was leaning on her shoulder and half of her face was pressed against her chest, and saw that she was just smiling and silent, so she opened it gently. In the empty box, only a strange card was seen.

Cong Ye gently pinched it out with two fingers, turned it over and over for a long time, and didn't see what it was. And Zhou Wanrong still maintained that posture, smiling silently.

"Rong'er?"

"Brother doesn't recognize it, does he?"

"What do you mean Rong'er, have I seen it before?"

"Not only have I seen it, but my brother gave it to Rong'er himself."

Suddenly, Cong Ye looked at the strange card in his hand and seemed to remember something.

"This, Rong'er, is this the bank card?"

"Yes, this is the only gift that my brother left to Rong'er, so Rong'er always keeps it and takes it with her wherever she goes. So,"

"That's why it's rubbed like this, there is not a single handwriting, and the color of the surface is rubbed off?"

"Well, whenever she misses her brother, Rong'er will hold the bank card in her hand, and she can always feel her brother's temperature and breath from above."

Cong Ye couldn't help but sour his nose, and reached out to take Zhou Wanrong tightly into his arms, although he had a thousand words, he didn't know where to start.

Among the girls around her, Zhou Wanrong is undoubtedly the one with the most bumpy fate.

First, just after entering high school, his mother was paralyzed due to cerebral hemorrhage, and his father soon had an outside heart, and he was unintentionally seduced by a woman and was involved in a spy case that leaked trade secrets. If Cong Ye hadn't happened to be at the right time, not to mention that her mother Guo Yilian's illness would not have improved, and she almost had to auction her house by the court, so that she would be homeless.

Since the age of fifteen or sixteen, while studying, while serving his mother who is paralyzed in bed, although he seems to be weak and shy, he has an extremely strong heart. However, no matter how strong she is, she is only a weak woman after all. In addition to her mother, Cong Ye, the only trustworthy and entrusted person for her life, is already her husband if she does not disappear suddenly, and Zhou Wanrong is destined to be lonely for a lifetime.

In this sense, the loss and recovery of Cong Ye just saved the lonely Zhou Wanrong.

"Brother."

Zhou Wanrong, who was satisfied with happiness, not only did not have sourness in her heart at this time, but she couldn't dissolve sweetly.

"Rong'er."

"Can my brother accompany Rong'er home to see her mother?"

"Of course you can, Rong'er will start practicing the Liangyi Technique right now, and we will leave for Beijing to see my mother before dawn."

Although she knew that Cong Ye would definitely agree, she didn't expect that she would agree so happily, and she was going to leave before dawn, Zhou Wanrong cried with joy again.

When Zhou Wanrong was cross-legged to practice the Liangyi Technique, Cong Ye naturally looked at her body, and sure enough, there was already a blue and red silk thread wrapped around the tip of her heart, and there were already six identical love threads in the heart-shaped space in her chest.

"I really don't know what these love threads mean, is it really the red thread that the legendary Yue Lao tied to a lover?"

Not surprisingly, Zhou Wanrong also advanced to the first level of the early stage of the innate stage, which was at the same level as Zhi Xiaohui.

When Zhou Wanwan learned the news from Cong Ye's mouth, she was overjoyed and took the initiative to kiss Cong Ye's lips for the first time.

"Okay Rong'er, let's leave now while it's still dark."

The two of them dressed properly, and after leaving the community, Cong Ye picked up Zhou Wanrong and took off, but she had already landed in a remote alley in the capital in just a breath. Because Cong Ye couldn't remember the exact address of Zhou Wanrong's house for a long time, he had to land near the General Mountain Dry Rest House.

"Rong'er, shall we walk back?"

"Well, as long as my brother likes it."

"Rong'er, how do you explain to your mother when you get home?"

Hearing Cong Ye always call herself "mother", Zhou Wanrong's heart was already drunk.

"I've thought about it, so let's tell the truth."

"Okay, just tell the truth."

When the two came to Zhou Wanrong's house hand in hand, Cong Ye found that it was no longer the original place.

"I forgot to tell my brother, that house has long been given to my father after he was released from prison. This is a property that was repurchased with dividends from the 'Home of Heroes'. ”