Su Yiwan looked at her embarrassed fleeing figure, and she said coldly: "The debt you owe, I want to recover it from you one by one." ”

She turned back to her room, took a shower, and lay down on the bed.

The whole person fell into the darkness, as if he had walked a long way, and suddenly stood in front of a building, looked up, and Su Yiwan saw his mother jumping down from it.

There was a bang, and the blood flowed like a river, and bright red blood poured towards her, staining her feet and white dress.

"Mom." Su Yiwan shouted in a lost voice.

She sat up from the bed in fright, cold sweat rolled down her forehead, and her pajamas were wet with cold sweat, she kept panting, looked at the dark bedroom, and hurriedly reached out to turn on the lamp.

Looking at the familiar room, Su Yiwan hugged her arms hard, trembling all over.

She pinched her arm hard until she woke up in pain, Su Yiwan reached out and took a sip of water, the phone flashed green, Su Yiwan took the phone and found that Yan Lancang had sent a message.

"Hey." Su Yiwan hesitated and called Yan Lancang back.

The phone was answered in seconds, and a familiar magnetic voice came, and when he heard his voice, Su Yiwan's frivolous heart suddenly became more steady.

"Haven't slept yet?" Su Yiwan asked.

"Well, just got out of the shower, what about you? Insomnia? Yan Lan asked in a hoarse voice.

Su Yiwan leaned back, combed her hair with her hand, looked at the light on the ceiling for a long time, and said, "I just woke up and had a nightmare." ”

"Yan Lancang, I dreamed of Miss Su." Su Yiwan said in a low voice.

The mother in her memory is as beautiful as a fairy descending to earth, and the figure in her eyes is like walking in a dream, since her death, Su Yiwan feels that she will never see a more beautiful woman than her in this life.

So she always likes to call her "Miss Su", because she is young, beautiful and talented, and she shouldn't be bound by other titles, especially because she doesn't want to admit that her mother married Su Yan.

Because of marrying Su Yan, his life was ruined.

"I miss her a little, why did you say she fell in love with Su Yan back then? If she hadn't taken a fancy to him, wouldn't something have happened to the Su family, and she wouldn't have died? Su Yiwan said in a low voice.

Death is a cruel truth.

"Maybe she thinks it's the best choice, but it's not necessarily the right one." Yan Lancang said in a low voice.

Su Yiwan laughed in a low voice, and said with some sarcasm: "But she thinks that this man who is the best is still raising a junior outside when he married her, and even the children are only a few months younger than me." ”

She has never understood or understood that her marriage is a fear and a grave for her.

"I'll look for you." Yan Lancang heard the loss in her voice, and he said in a deep voice.

Su Yiwan heard the sound of him opening the wardrobe, and she whispered: "Don't come, I think your voice is very steady, you can talk to me." ”

"Okay." Yan Lancang's hand froze in mid-air.

Su Yiwan listened to the man's deep voice, she leaned there and listened quietly, her impetuousness gradually dissipated, and she soon fell asleep, until she was sure that she was asleep, and the phone was still not hung up.

This night, Su Yiwan slept very soundly.

After a dreamless night, she woke up refreshed, the phone was still pressed on the side of her face, Su Yiwan stared at the phone that had not hung up, and the call lasted 490 minutes.

"Yan Lancang?" Su Yiwan panicked, and immediately picked up her mobile phone and called.

Hearing Su Yiwan's voice, Yan Lancang smiled deeply and said, "Miss Su is awake?" ”