As soon as he got off the plane, the person who greeted An Jingyu was already waiting at Lhasa Airport, and it would take a long time to get to Yang Zhuoyong's wrong car, which was just right for him to sort out what had happened during this time. Pen × fun × Pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 ｉｎｆｏ

For nearly three months, he actually slept for so long.....

Looking through the information sent by Gu Yang on the plane, An Jingyu thought about how his mother forced Song Youran to cancel the marriage contract, his father had just passed away, and I was unconscious, how did You Ran come over alone, the most important thing is that An Jingyu is most happy that Song Youran is not with Ye Qingfan!

Thinking of how Song Youran left alone, An Jingyu was even more uneasy in his heart.

Tibet has not been peaceful in recent years, Song Youran is a girl, she didn't bring a bodyguard when she left, how did she live with those Tibetans for so long under the huge difference?

Song Youran stubbornly biting his lip appeared in front of him, An Jingyu lowered his gaze, and the light in his eyes was as sharp as a sword.

For the sake of profit, his family and those shareholders could not bear to force a girl to this point.

Why? He worked hard to do it today just to protect his love, why did he have to tear him and Song Youran apart forever because of some false scandals?

Using his hand to block the strong sun's rays, An Jingyu leaned on the back seat.

From the highway in Lhasa to Yangzhuo Yongcuo, the scenery has gradually changed, and the highway has long become the most primitive dirt road, and the buildings and high-rise buildings have gradually become various tents.

An Jingyu's expression became more and more serious, leisurely, where are you.....

When he found the Ha family, Song Youran was wearing a white Tibetan robe, which was sewn by Zhuo Mi himself, and the length was just enough to cover his feet.

Song Youran had just returned from the lake, still holding a basin of clothes in his hand.

An Jingyu was stung by this scene, and he rushed over to take the wooden basin in Song Youran's hand, which caused Song Youran to be surprised.

"You...."The power in his hand relaxed, and the wooden basin was in An Jingyu's hand.

Song Youran happily hugged An Jingyu: "Brother Jingyu, you're fine!" You're in front of my eyes, great! Is this true? ”

An Jingyu held the wooden basin and hugged her inconveniently, watching her dance, An Jingyu's heart fell.

"Leisurely, come back with me."

He and Song Qianqiu have always spoiled Song Youran, when she did dirty work and tiring work, it was during the time when she was studying in Paris, sometimes the part-time worker was not there, and her clothes were washed off by him.

These hands are supposed to paint the most beautiful oil paintings in the world, and they should not be used to wash clothes.

Taking a step back, An Jingyu grabbed Song Youran's hand, his palm was already a little stiff, and An Jingyu only felt that his heart was even more unpleasant.

"Brother Jingyu, this is all my own choice."

Song Youran looked at An Jingyu cautiously, retracted his hand and put it behind his back, and smiled a little weakly.

In the past, if she touched the kitchen and the washing machine and was seen by An Jingyu, she would provoke him to lose his temper.

But here, everyone is equal, Harbina and their family have lived hard, but they all live with dignity, she doesn't need and won't use money to let them do things for themselves, this is the first time Song Youran feels the life of ordinary people.

Although sometimes she has to wash her painting utensils and clothes after going out for a day, she still feels very happy in her heart.

Ordinary and simple, simple and happy.

An Jingyu's brows furrowed even tighter, and he wiped his face with his hand, and there was still dust from the bumps all the way on it.

"I'll take care of the marriage contract, go back with me, this is not the place you should stay, if you want to paint, I'll take you to Greece, to Rome."

"Brother Jingyu, don't be in a hurry to leave just now, do you remember the Hada that we funded together, he was there, let's go say hello to him, okay?" Song Youran smiled and pointed to Ha Da, who was hiding behind the tent and peeking at them.

An Jingyu looked at Hada, and her red face flashed with expectation.

With a ruthless heart, An Jingyu grabbed Song Youran's wrist and pulled her forward.

"No, you have to promise me to go back with me."

Song Youran followed him for two steps and stopped, looking at the tents one by one: "Brother Jingyu, don't force me, I won't go." ”

An Jingyu looked at her in surprise: "Why?" ”

"Brother Jingyu, I'm glad you're recovering well, and... And you still care about me, I'm very touched. I admit that Tibet is not as good as the conditions in the capital, but this period of time is the most peaceful life I have lived in the past three years, Brother Jingyu, I don't want the peace I just gained to be broken, do you understand? You want me to go now, it's no different than you want me to die. ”

A tear flowed from the corner of Song Youran's eye.

"What if I go back with you?"

Her only relative is no longer in this world, and the woman who is related to her only knows how to protect another daughter to hurt her!

Walking on the road, everyone will point fingers at her Song leisurely.

On those days, she didn't want to go back at all.

"I know what you're hesitating about, can you trust me?" An Jingyu stretched out to wipe away the tears from the corners of Song Youran's eyes, and his eyes were gentle.

He already had all the evidence, as long as Song Youran nodded, he could get back everything she had lost.

But how did An Jingyu know that Song Youran couldn't bear to send his mother to prison with his own hands.

Song Youran shook his head, "Brother Jingyu, you forgot about me, many things can't be changed, can you let me stay here?" ”

"Forgot you?" The corners of An Jingyu's lips hooked slightly, and the injuries in his eyes were unobstructed, "Song Youran, I can't let go of you at all, how can I forget you!" ”

"I'm sorry Brother Jingyu, if you just come to see me, I'll let Zhuo Mi add a pair of dishes and chopsticks, but if you still want me to go with you, you can leave alone now."

The attitude of refusal was so tough that An Jingyu looked at Song Youran in surprise, but unfortunately Song Youran directly avoided his gaze.

"You...."An Jingyu's face became more and more gloomy, he turned around and walked towards the driver and got into the car, "Drive!" ”

The car flew away with the dust, and An Jingyu looked at Song Youran, who kept waving his hands, from the rearview mirror, and secretly made up his mind.

Leisurely, when I take care of the affairs of the capital, I will pick you up.

It wasn't until he could no longer see the figure of the black car in his sight that Song Youran put down his hand, Brother Jingyu I'm sorry, I really can't go with you.

"Leisurely, it's time to eat!" Zhuo Mier's warm greeting woke up Song Youran, a hard-working woman who thought that a guest had come and had slaughtered a sheep.

"I'm sorry Djomir, my brother didn't stay here."

Song Youran felt guilty, a sheep was the sumniest dinner that the Zhuo Mi family could give to the guests.

Zhuo Mi waved his hand, obviously not caring, and Song Youran also sat on the ground.

"Leisurely, why didn't your Luo Jia call you?"

Luo Jia is dear, Ye Qingfan has so many calls a day, Zhuo Mi has long regarded him as his boyfriend.

The knife in Song Youran's hand was stunned, yes, Ye Qingfan seemed to have not contacted himself for a long time...... (To be continued.) )