Qi Lu thought that if she could do it all over again, even if she locked Yuan Luan in the courtyard of the deep mansion and became that wicked person, she would never let Yuan Luan go again.

Because she knew that Yuan Luan would lose Qingluo, and after Yuan Luan lost Qingluo, he didn't have a good time here.

If he is ruthless and has no chance, he does not force it, Yuan Luan is afraid that he will marry a young talent who is the right person at this moment, and live his life in a proper manner.

Luan Luan didn't understand her friend's thoughts, so she also smiled, turned her head and pretended to be distressed, "Alas, I just don't know why the master promised me personally that day, what kind of tone, she will find an opportunity to fight for me back." ”

Qi Lu looked at Luan Luan suspiciously, but saw that she was always calm, and finally sat down, "Really? ”

"Then there can be a fake, my good Qi Lu, don't worry about me, stay in Cloud City with peace of mind, and be your Qingyuan group master."

Qi Lu saw that Luan Luan dared to say this, and he had nothing to say.

Since it is a matter of 100 miles and a return to dare to respond, then a hundred miles and a return will definitely be able to do it. Naturally, there is no need for her and Yuan Luan to bother with Yuan Shu.

Qi Lu gathered his thoughts and stared at Luan Luan quietly. Look at her somewhat familiar and somewhat unfamiliar appearance.

Before she knew it, her Yuan Luan grew up in a foreign country.

If it weren't for Baili and Guiyunyou two years ago, she went to Cloud City, where she encountered a lot of trouble for various reasons, and she probably wouldn't have seen Yuan Luan.

The afterglow at the end of Qi Lu's eyes has not completely dissipated, and with this good appearance, it looks particularly cute at this moment.

Qi Lu suddenly spoke up and called, "Luan Luan." ”

Luan Luan looked up from the curling tea smoke, his eyes were still a little dazed, and Luan Luan just happened to bump into Qi Lu's eyes with these two emotions.

Qi Lu was stunned when he saw it.

Luan Luan saw Qi Lu stunned stupidly, and asked with a "hmm".

Qi Lu staggered his eyes in a panic, and raised his hand in disguise, "My hand hurts." ”

Luan Luan really laughed this time, either because of her friend's twisted look, which is extremely rare, or because she was really happy.

It's rare to be so happy.

Qi Lusheng's white, a pair of white jade-like rejuvenated, and extremely well maintained, at this moment, the traces of being burned red on Rouyi are also extremely eye-catching.

Luan Luan pulled it over and looked at it carefully for a while, although the tea was not very hot, and Qi Lu's hands were fine, but he was still a little distressed, "Let you spill my tea, you deserve to be hurt to death." ”

Qi Lu was annoyed by Yuan Luan again, and withdrew her hand to raise it, but when she saw Yuan Luan begging her to spare her life, she put her hand on the table: "You woman, how can you be so ruthless......"

She came all the way from Cloud City just to see her.

Even if it's just this side, it's lost her life.

But she was also worried about Yuan Luan.

Qi Lu didn't know what he thought, and the voice on his face was hidden, so he called again: "Luan Luan." ”

"Huh?"

Luan Luan also put away his smile and looked at Qi Lu fixedly. The sudden solemnity of her friend made her have a bad premonition.

Qi Lu stared at those eyes, and thought of Yuan Luan's resolute eyes when he left with Qing Luo. When he opened his mouth, he said something that he didn't want to say.

She held her face, "This time I ran so far, all the way is tiring, you have to stay with me for a few more days, treat me well, otherwise I... I'm ......"

"Okay, okay, don't me, I'll answer you."

Luan Luan stretched out his hand and scratched Qi Lu's nose very familiarly.

Qi Lu grinned contentedly.

That's it, as long as Yuan Luan is well, it doesn't matter if she's happy or not.

Luan Luan also smiled, "Silly girl." ”

……

Above the noise.

Lin Qingfu was dressed in white clothes that were different from the past, surprisingly quiet and calm, just sitting there, like an ink painting.

Even if he made an extremely subtle movement, it was just right, and every trace of emotion revealed was just right.