The next evening, when I came home from Qingtan Academy, I had just finished bathing and changing my clothes, when I heard the housekeeper say that Han Luochen had woken up. After a day off, the spirit was okay, just a little gloomy and silent.

Although Han Luochen is not loved by his parents, he is also pampered, where can he stand the fists and sticks of the gangsters who don't know what to do. After a few mouthfuls of blood and a few skin wounds, I learned a lesson.

Estimating that he was depressed, Lan Qingchuan didn't mean to go to see him, so he only ordered him to make him some vegetarian food, and entered the room.

Han Luochen was indeed depressed, thinking over and over again how to pick the skin of this group of bastards. Thinking that the base he had just built was destroyed, he was depressed again, and no matter who he was, his temper was still the same, and he woke up Lan Qingchuan in the middle of the night.

The young man who followed him was called Luo Jie, who was Han Luochen's hair, and he was also not afraid of heaven and earth. Lai was here all night, muttering and discussing with Han Luochen how to take revenge on this group of thugs. The voice was loud, Lan Qingchuan directly pushed open the door, his face was unhappy, and they hurried away overnight.

Han Luochen was leaning lazily on the head of the bed, and his eyelashes were lazily hanging on his eyelids. His T-shirt, which was stained with dirt and blood, had long since been thrown out of the trash, and now he was wearing a loose shirt. Han Luochen didn't like to wear it very much, so he only tied two buttons on his abdomen, and his body was tilted, revealing his fair but bruised and swollen chest.

When he saw her coming, he still looked lazy, and even raised his eyebrows like bamboo leaves at her. Originally, the cherry blossom-colored lips were broken due to injury, and the lack of water was dry and cracked, so I pulled it slightly, and the wound was touched and I couldn't move again.

A pair of brown eyes are extremely beautiful, the corners of the eyes are fluttering, the curve is graceful, and the eyeliner seems to be carefully drawn by a brush, covered with long eyelashes that fall with light. At this time, when I raised my eyes, there was a hint of banter in my eyes, and there was a smugness that came from nowhere. When I first saw it, I didn't know where to hide.

It's really a bad beating.

As soon as the young man Luo Jie saw her coming, he immediately approached with a smile and looked at her very closely. I didn't pay attention to it before, but under such a light, I saw that he had the same wound under his eye socket as Han Luochen, and he was so swollen that he couldn't look down on the shape of his eyes. It's just that he still has the energy to make a noisy hippie smile, and he is also a poor beater.

Lan Qingchuan only glanced at it and turned his gaze, and his pale black eyes looked at the wall clock in the house, it was already one o'clock in the morning.

She walked to the window with a stoic gaze, and pulled back the pale golden curtain, and the window that reflected the night was also opened. A chill made people feel terrified, and before the two of them had time to say anything, they heard her say indifferently: "It's all this time, just don't sleep." ”

The girl stood by the window, a thin layer of draperies floating on her long dress in the cold night breeze, and her loose hair floating slightly. A pair of eyes were as dark as night, like water from a deep well, and a layer of dark blue under the eyes, obviously very tired.

Luo Jie's face stiffened, and he also felt that it was excessive, and was about to apologize, when he heard her shout: "Butler, drag him back to his room." ”

"Miss Lan, I'm sorry, I'm sorry, we didn't mean to ......" Where did the housekeeper dare to pull him away, so he had to make a "please" gesture, "Ouch, it hurts the master." Finally, he grinned and returned to the guest room that had been temporarily arranged for him.