After returning from the hospital, Xingchen Lianxue has a lot of worries. I remembered the deal with Yue Lotus, and now I'm with Han, so what about killing the old man?

If the old man is killed, Hanxi will hate her.

She didn't dare to do so, and she was afraid that her parents would be hurt because of it.

Sitting alone on the huge sofa in a daze, she didn't even feel Xingchen Hanxi hugging her shoulders.

"What's wrong? Still worried about Caiyun? ”

She shook her head wildly, trying to discard this thought.

The more I thought about it, the more confused my brain became, but I couldn't talk to him.

What kind of feeling is it to know that the person you love the most is by your side but you can't reveal your heart.

"Cold, what would happen to you if, I mean, if I hurt your dearest?"

Xingchen Hanxi's body stiffened significantly, "You won't, I believe." ”

She smiled bitterly, how do you know I won't?

"Okay, let's not talk about that. Let's think about the wedding day. ”

Suddenly, the familiar ringtone of a cell phone echoed in the living room.

picked up the phone, it was Lan Youxian who dialed the phone, hung up the phone, grabbed the bag on the side, and slammed the door to go out.

Xingchen Hanxi was still stiff in place, maintaining the movement of hugging Xingchen Lianxue's shoulder.

Bars and bars have always been a place for young girls to vent, and she came to this kind of place from the time when she despised this kind of place the most.

Undoubtedly, I am now preoccupied, and there are two voices arguing in my heart, endlessly.

Lan Youxian came to the bar earlier than the pre-agreed time, and sat alone at the bar, drinking wine.

His eyes were foggy, ignoring any ridicule from the bartender, and he was deeply immersed in his personal world.

Xingchen Lianxue paced to her side and ordered the highest concentration of spirits in the bar.

Raise your head and take a big sip.

It's like a cup.

Doesn't it mean that drinking alcohol can dispel sorrows?

Why did I drink the highest concentration of spirits, such a big glass, my heart was still full of sadness, and it was not eliminated in the slightest.

She was about to start wondering if this was really the most concentrated spirit?

After the wine, my throat was a little hot, and my stomach warmed up.

But why didn't she feel any warmth?

Lan Youxian sensed that something was wrong with her and put down her wine glass.

"Sister, what's wrong with you? Drink so hard? What's wrong? You sue me, I'm going to beat that bastard up. ”

She shook her little head and forced a smile.

But Lan Youxian could see the sadness in her heart from that smile, but she didn't want to say it.

Looking at the painful appearance of her dead friend, she felt uncomfortable.

"Love snow, say it. Drinking to kill your sorrows will not solve the fundamental problem, and I will help you with your staff. ”

Xingchen Lianxue still talked about her psychological troubles under Lan Youxian's bitter heart, but when she heard her troubles, Lan Youxian was not comforted, but asked her extremely heavily.

"Lianxue, if one day I do something sorry for you, or betray you, you have to believe that the friendship between us will not change, and you will always be my good friend."

Xingchen Lianxue smiled and put the wine on the table, smiling heartlessly.

But only she knew how hard it was to pull a smile out of such a distraught situation.

"You won't, I know you'll always be standing behind me."

The bitterness that flashed in Lan Youxian's eyes was not captured by her, she just lowered her head and struggled.

I hope so...... Love snow, I don't want to do anything to be sorry for you, but I hope God won't be cruel to me.

—by Blue Fiber