There were only two people left in the room, and it was quiet for a while.

Han Luochen had no one to talk to, so he lay down in silence. His eyes turned to her again, but he didn't close them.

Because of lack of sleep, her tone was not good, and her expression was impatient, "What are you looking at?" ”

Han Luochen's face still has staggered scars, especially a bright red one at the corner of his mouth, and he doesn't know if it was broken or picked. When he is quiet like this, he looks innocent and handsome, but he is originally bad and presumptuous, and he can't spit out any good words in his mouth.

"Look at you."

Lan Qingchuan felt that he was crazy to ignore him.

But the boy didn't feel that he had said anything wrong, and his wanton eyes turned her from head to toe. Looking at the beauty under the lamp, he rarely sees such a cold and good-looking girl, and he doesn't know if he has grown into what he is today by eating the snow of Tianshan since he was a child.

Thick and slightly curly long hair.

The eyebrows and eyes carved by the beautiful jade.

The lips are delicate and graceful, like the color of rouge.

The body is slender and slender, and there is no weakness.

Not. Everywhere I like. In the past eighteen years, he has met such a satisfied girl everywhere. At such a very coincidental and appropriate time, it was simply God's arrangement for him to meet her.

Under such an undisguised gaze, her originally cold face became even more indifferent, and her thin jade-white skin seemed to penetrate the night breeze, and the whole person was cold and quiet. She didn't look at the unscrupulous boy again, she didn't even close the curtain, and walked straight out. The maid by the door didn't even dare to breathe.

"If there is any more movement, go back to your own house, I will endure it until now." The back gradually walked away, and I couldn't see it.

Not threatened by her at all, Han Luochen stood on his feet, withdrew his gaze, and squinted his eyes to look out the window.

It is said that it is night, but there is light in the darkness. Beautiful and silent, but untouchable, like the man just now. How can there be people around him who are so cold that he can't reach and give birth to resistance, no matter how close the distance is. Just like his parents, his two young and promising older brothers. No one cared about the darker and more lonely island in his heart, no one cared about his insignificant and ridiculous rebellion in their eyes. What he has, it's just the identity of the eldest of the Han family, an insignificant identity. Looking at it, inexplicably, he became irritable again, and commanded the maid,

"Go, close the curtains."

Han Luochen ate and slept well in her villa for a week. After the injury was healed, Luo Jie came to pick him up, and the two of them quickly disappeared like a gust of wind.

When he left, he returned to his previous arrogance, and his face was sharp and beautiful. The housekeeper looked at him and smiled forcefully, "Thank you Lan Qingchuan for me." Then he jumped into his flamboyant Ferrari, looked back and raised an eyebrow and said, "I'll come again." ”

This seventeen or eighteen boy is young and vivid, arrogant and wanton, as if he has never taken the world into his eyes, and you can't figure out what he is thinking and what he wants to do.

After Lan Qingchuan knew, he didn't care about him anymore, who knew what he would do, he always had infinite energy. Soon, the boy was left behind by her.

Who knows how big a big wave this small episode in life will gradually set off later. Looking back many years later, it's just that both of them were too young. Lan Qingchuan would not have thought that she would live so freely and wantonly, like cherry blossoms blooming in summer, with this teenager.