It's been a long time since Miyaike called that name. She hadn't heard him shout again since she remembered it. But what Lan Qingchuan didn't know was that Gong Chi Ruo's voice had changed.

Whether it's Chu Li or Lan Qingchuan, she is all his, he only needs his own things.

His fingers were cold to the bone, and in the steaming heat of this midsummer, his whole body had no temperature.

"Chu Li, you can't escape this time." He stroked her eyes, over and over again, "I won't be polite to you." If you run once, I will break one of your legs, and if you run twice, I will kill you. ”

After many days of calm, the bitter cold and coldness buried deep in the flesh and blood suddenly grabbed her. She suddenly struggled to breathe and waved his hand away.

"You won't let me go." She only felt the cold air invade her heart, "Why don't you let me go?" ”

"Miyachiruo, all my misfortunes and pains come from you." She sneered, and in the half-heavy darkness of death, she said to his cold and transparent eyes.

He grabbed her by the throat so that she couldn't say a word. So he was satisfied, and smiled, like a dark meteor, piercing and dangerous.

He is as beautiful as ever, and this gorgeous beauty is sinful and wicked.

"Chu Li, I can catch you, and you will never be able to escape." His voice had a sinister stinging taste, but he didn't exert much strength in his hands.

Lan Qingchuan closed his eyes and pinched the back of his hand with his fingers. As much as she hates, she tries harder.

If it had been someone else, Gong Chiruo would have swung it over with a palm. No one could hurt him in the slightest, but he didn't care about the red marks on the back of his hand, and the two leaned over and lifted her face.

Her face was pale, and the beating of the cyan veins on her forehead could be clearly seen. He withdrew the palm that was holding her throat and stroked her hair instead.

In the silent darkness, Lan Qingchuan closed his eyes, unable to see his lonely and crazy face, he held her tightly, as if what he got in his arms was the whole world.

When Lan Yuanli received Lan He's news, he was still in San Francisco, USA. He was frightened for a moment, and after a few deep gasps, he calmly ordered, "I'll go back in the afternoon, and you deal with the matter at hand first." ”

At night, the Lan Manor is brightly lit. Lan Yuanli's face was ugly, and Lan He, who was in the limelight, blamed himself after telling the whole story, and didn't dare to look at him at all.

"Okay, you go back first, I've worked hard for you." Lan Yuanli waved him out. Lan He was silent for a moment and left, and Lan Yuanli, who was sitting on the seat, looked at his back thoughtfully.

His brow was gloomy, and he called his chief butler.

"Check it out immediately, no matter what method you use." The butler was about to go out in response, but he heard him say again, "Check Lan He." The housekeeper was startled, looked at his indifferent and deep eyes, and nodded and retreated.

The Lan family has always been very fast, and when the housekeeper handed the information to him, sure enough, his master's face was extremely unsightly.

Lan Yuanli was extremely angry, and threw out the stack of white papers, scolding, "I don't know what is dead or alive!" The paper fell to the ground with a thud, and he suppressed his anger, "Call him to me!" ”

Lan He was still young after all, and he had guessed it in his heart when he was brought it. The calm and innocent he pretended to be collapsed when he saw Lan Yuanli's indifferent and gloomy face and strong and cold momentum.