The man was dressed in a well-tailored cobalt blue suit, like a handsome face from the hand of God, perfect to an impeccable good figure, eyebrows into the sideburns, deep eyes, lips slightly pursed, one hand unbuttoned the suit, and walked down the stairs with heavy steps.

It's really Zhanxiao City!

Ruan Qing's painting froze in place.

Excitement, sadness, remorse, like a thorny whip on the tip of her heart.

In her previous life, Zhan Xiaocheng was injured by her, and now, what face does she have to face Zhan Xiaocheng?

She will always remember the night before she left the Zhan family, Zhan Xiaocheng, who had never forced her, was not spoiled as usual, and it was not that she could forever indulge in her rejection and hurt him again and again.

Trapped her in bed and possessed like crazy.

He said he would marry her.

But what did she do?

Scold!

She held a knife and stabbed him in the chest...... Blood stained his chest, and she swore that she would never marry him even if she died in this life.

Zhan Xiaocheng, I lost you in the last life, in this life, let's be harmonious.

Ruan Qinghua clenched her sweaty little hands, endured the tears that were steaming up under her eyes, walked over two steps head-on, and respectfully called Uncle Lin.

But his eyes never left Zhanxiao City.

"Yes...... It's a love painting......"

Steward Lin was slightly frightened when he saw Ruan Qinghua.

This Ruan Qinghua is afraid of life on weekdays, and when he sees people, he is like a mouse hiding from a cat, and he will never take the initiative to greet people, how can he be polite and polite on the pole today.

Steward Lin didn't have the time to care about a country girl, and then pushed a leather suitcase in his hand that was half a person tall in front of Ruan Qing's picture: "It's just that you are here, go to the Seventh Young Master's room to clean up."

Steward Lin didn't ask for her meaning, but gave a natural order.

In the Zhan family, Shen Changru often scolded her in front of her subordinates, and those subordinates were used to worshipping high and low, so they naturally didn't take her seriously, she didn't live as well as a servant of the Zhan family.

Under the glasses, a wisp of residual smile cracked at the bottom of his calm eyes, and Ruan Qinghua's eyes collided with Zhan Xiaocheng's dark and deep eyes.

Ruan Qinghua's heart tightened, his eyes hid his emotions, his stupid posture pretended to be easy, but the palm holding the trunk pole was sweaty.

Ruan Qinghua cursed himself secretly.

Out of breath!

Afraid of fighting Xiaocheng...... It has become her conditioned reflex.

In the previous life, I saw Zhan Xiaocheng for the first time and now it is like a reappearance of the scene.

At that time, she was so frightened that she didn't dare to raise her head, and Uncle Lin's orders had to obey, in a panic, she didn't walk steadily with the box, and even rolled down the stairs with the box, and later Zhan Xiaocheng carried her back to the room and helped her treat the wound......

That was the first intersection between her and Zhan Xiaocheng.

This time, what about it?

Ruan Qinghua quietly took the suitcase, and Uncle Lin retreated.

Zhan Xiaocheng's gaze was as cold as ever, without a trace of temperature, and his gaze barely stopped on her face before he moved away, and walked straight past her and walked in front.

There is still a clear fragrance that belongs to a man in the nose, and a faint tobacco fragrance lingers for a long time.

It's his taste.

How many lingering nights before, she just fell asleep in such a bosom that always had a faint smell of tobacco.

She remembers.

The steps of the steps became difficult, Ruan Qinghua overestimated his strength, and forgot that he was only a sixteen-year-old girl now, thin and weak, and it was very difficult to carry a suitcase of dozens of catties, but his eyes kept falling on the tall and straight back in front of him, and his thoughts were hard to break away from the memories of his previous life.

The footsteps stopped, and the eyes gradually moistened, and there was even an urge to hug him.