Yan Ruyu withdrew her hand, walked over and sat beside Luo Nanchu, watching her bow her head and drink.

Her brow was silent, time had not left nothing in her, she became quieter and quieter, almost silent when she sat alone.

"Yan Ruyu." She lowered her head and asked softly, "Is he okay now?" ”

She couldn't hold it back after all. Yan Ruyu thought to herself. He gently ran his fingers over the transparent wine glass in his palm, and said, "...... OK. ”

His pale pupils were tinged with a faint shade of blue.

Luo Nanchu laughed silently, didn't say anything more, just was obviously happy, raised his wine glass and touched it.

The taste of white beer is very light, and the alcohol concentration is not high, Luo Nanchu drank two glasses as a drink, but his cheeks were slightly red.

She does look much healthier.

The depression and thinness that Fu Tingyuan brought to her have also been smoothed out by time.

They drank late into the night.

Luo Nanchu was drunk, obviously slightly drunk.

A group of people walked out of the bar, and the cold chill made everyone drink a lot, and they shivered and picked up the coat they had taken off in the bar and put it back on.

They got into the car separately, and Luo Nanchu left in Yan Ruyu's car.

The window was driving, and she leaned on the window and looked out the window.

Los Angeles is a city that never sleeps, and the lights are still shining at 1 a.m.

Yan Ruyu raised her head and looked at Luo Nanchu's face in the rearview mirror.

There was a vague smile on the corner of her lips, a little relieved, and a faint loneliness.

Hua Rong is no longer there, Yu Xiaoyu and him are in London, so she is left alone in Tongcheng.

For so many years, it seems that she has been left far away alone.

Back and forth, she was the only one left by her side in the end.

*

In the afternoon, he was going to film, and Luo Nanchu slept until noon.

When she came out of the room, she saw Yan Bing and Yan Ruyu talking in the sunlight from a distance.

Seeing her come out of the house, Yan Ruyu turned her head and waved at her with a smile.

Luo Nanchu also smiled, she didn't wear makeup, her hair was fluffy and loose on her shoulders, and her face looked a little pale in the sun. Yan Bing looked at her, and there was unconcealed concern in her tone, "Got up?" Filming is still two hours away, you go get something to eat, the makeup artist is coming. ”

"Okay." Luo Nanchu nodded, smiled at Yan Ruyu again, and then turned around and left.

Yan Ruyu's gaze retracted from Luo Nanchu's body and asked, "Is she okay now?" ”

"It's in good shape." Yan Bing looked at Luo Nanchu, "It's just that I don't talk much to the people in the crew, and I don't know what she's thinking." ”

Yan Ruyu nodded, looking thoughtful.

Yan Bing hesitated for a moment and asked, "Ting Yuan's kid...... How's it going? ”

In the past three years, the Yan family has made several major transfers that are inaudible internally.

For example, the real power of the Yan family, after several twists and turns, fell back into Yan Qingfeng's hands.

Of course, these internal changes are difficult for the outside world to feel, and when the work is handed over, even the stock has not fallen much.

Yan Ruyu said calmly: "It's still like that." ”

When Yan Bing heard this, his eyebrows wrinkled involuntarily, lowered his head and took a puff of cigarette, "Hey".

Fu Tingyuan's illness is not only a secret to the outside world, but even to the Yan family.