Lan Qingchuan was in this group of people, his expression was calm, but his heart was dull and uncomfortable. After Fang Yuzhong took her around, she was already a little tired. He noticed it too, and let her go and rest. The space is filled with the smell of wine, which is intoxicating, mixed with the smell of women's perfume, and smells strange. Lan Qingchuan frowned, and opened the window next to him a little, revealing a little night wind, with cold and humidity.

She suddenly had a headache and felt that someone was watching her. When I looked up, they were all unfamiliar faces. This kind of star-rated hotel security system is extremely complete, and it is impossible for people outside the banquet to enter. It may also be that he made a public appearance in Chuangzhi, and many people are curious and secretly look at it. When she thought about it, she laughed at herself for her nervous tension, and she didn't notice that the glass window in the dark night reflected the few figures quietly walking in the room in the light, and flashed by.

Thinking about it later, Lan Qingchuan regretted his negligence.

At midnight, after watching the fireworks, the show began to end one after another. After sending off a few directors with Fang Yuzhong, she went back first. She looked tired, Fang Yuzhong didn't say anything, she had arranged a car to send her, Lan Qingchuan shook his head, "No, I have someone to pick her up." ”

Found Han Luochen in the parking lot, he was already asleep in the car, he was sleeping very deeply, his face was red, and he only woke up after knocking on the window a few times. Lan Qingchuan followed the lights in the car to look at him, and he turned his face slightly, "Okay, let's go back." ”

She was a little worried, "Are you tired?" The face is wrong. ”

"Tired of what? I slept through. He started the car, and with a dozen turntables, the car quickly drove out of the parking lot.

The interior of the car was warm, with some moisture for breathing. When Lan Qingchuan heard him say this, he didn't doubt him.

But when he arrived at the seawall on the outskirts of the city, Lan Qingchuan noticed that something was wrong. The embankment here is wide, with dense lights distributed on both sides, and the view is wide enough. Through the street lamp, she saw that the side of his face was extremely ruddy, especially the cheek, which was no longer as white and cold as before.

She was taken aback and reached out to touch his neck, but he was wrapped around the scarf, and she had to touch his face with the back of her hand. Sure enough, it was piping hot, and the temperature was terrifying.

Han Luochen was caught off guard and touched, startled, slowed down, and looked at her silently. His eyes were wet and difficult to see, and the undersides of his eyes were so heavy that he seemed to be unable to lift his eyelashes.

"Let's park. Han Luochen, you have a cold. He didn't seem to know it, and he dared to drive on the road, and he had walked so far.

He burned a little badly and was a little sluggish. He heard her words clearly, and was stunned for a moment before slowly pulling the car over to the side of the road. Lan Qingchuan saw that he was breathing heavily, and touched his forehead again, it was very hot. He raised his eyes and watched quietly as she pulled the clothes in the back seat over and covered him, and said stubbornly, "I'm fine." ”

She wasn't angry, "Crazy." Let you go back first, you have to wait here. As he spoke, he took out his mobile phone and called someone to come and answer, but he made a few calls but didn't get through, there are woods around, there is sea in the distance, and the signal is very poor. Lan Qingchuan sighed, opened the car door, and thought of going outside to see if he could get through.

Han Luochen looked drowsy, obviously delirious. She tightened his clothes and closed the door.

This night was almost a catastrophe for Lan Qingchuan to return to China.