"No, it's not......" she rubbed her hands together to hide her embarrassment, "are you going to make this deal?" ”

Leng Muxuan's slender fingers pinched his nose and nodded, "I don't bully women." ”

"Good! Then I'll drink! ”

Ran Zijin held the wine bottle, with the heroism of a strong man who will never return, pinched his nose and raised his head, and drank a whole bottle of liquor in his fifties in one go.

She ostentatiously turned the empty bottle down, "Not a drop left!" I drank ...... "clean."

Before she could finish speaking, she staggered to the ground.

Leng Muxuan grabbed Ran Zijin's arm and pulled her back.

Ran Zijin suddenly threw himself into his arms, stretched out his hand to hug his waist and didn't move.

Drunk? Leng Muxuan raised her eyebrows, she was here to sell wine, he didn't drink a sip, but she was drunk and unconscious!

The small face attached to his chest, with fair skin, closed eyes, slightly upturned at the end of the eyes, thick eyelashes rolled up to the clums, imprinted a faint light and shadow under the eyes, and a full red lip under the small nose......

She is almost like a person with Ruan Yifei!

Out of humanitarianism, Leng Muxuan hugged the unconscious Ran Zijin and went upstairs directly to book a house.

Ran Zijin slept sweetly on the wide bed, and Leng Muxuan sat on the sofa with a goblet in his hand, his face was very bad.

Four years! Nguyen Yifei has been dead for four years!

The woman he loved suddenly disappeared from his life five years ago, and a year later all he got was a tomb without photographs and epitaphs.

Her sudden disappearance, inexplicable death and tombstone make things seem very eerie.

Leng Muxuan didn't see her body, so he still didn't believe that she was dead.

The moment Ran Zijin's head poked into the door of the Peony Pavilion, Leng Muxuan really thought that Ruan Yifei was back, so he called her in, but she said that she was a little salesman.

The last time Ruan Yifei saw him, she also probed his brain at the door of his study like this, and after being caught by him, she smiled and threw herself into his arms.

She said, "Mu Xuan, what do you guess I have in my palm?" ”

"A mole." He kissed the ends of her hair. "I am a mole in the palm of your hand, and you are also a mole in the palm of my hand, no one can escape from the palm of anyone's hand."

"Then you have to remember it forever." She put the mole in the palm of her right hand and attached it to his lip, "No matter who has such a mole in the palm of their hand, the person you like can only be me." ”

"I only recognize people, not moles!" He took her little hand and kissed the mole in his palm. "I'll never mistake my Ife."

"Even if someone looks exactly like me, you won't be mistaken, will you?"

"So little confidence in me?" He rubbed the top of her hair indulgently.

"It's not." She smiled with satisfaction, kissed him heavily on the cheek, and stretched out her hand to him, "Mu Xuan, can you give me the photo you secretly took when you first met me." ”

Without thinking too much, he took out the photo and gave it to her, "This is our common property, we will keep it for you now, and we will keep it together in the future." ”

Her smile seemed to be still in front of her, and she couldn't be clear, but the reality was that she took the photo, disappeared without a trace, and died.

Leng Muxuan supported his forehead, took out his wallet, and looked at the photo of Ruan Yifei in the mezzanine.

If she were still alive, she would be 22 years old.

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