??????? Suddenly, she felt that there was a pair of ** spicy eyes looking at her.

She looked up, as if trying to find those eyes among the passers-by.

Western girl with an umbrella, company employee with computer. She has seen the white-haired old man with the dog, and even the homeless man. Didn't find those eyes.

A little disappointed, Xiang Lan lowered his head.

Fu Xiyun stood up, and he said softly, "I'll go to the bathroom, you wait for me here now." ”

Xiang Lan nodded, she knew that there were still a few bodyguards behind her, but she was used to them and could ignore them completely.

After taking a sip of the hot milk, she looked up again, and across the street from the misty snowflakes stood a tall, broad-shouldered man, who stood motionless in the snow, and seemed to be dressed very thinly, and the snowflakes continued to fall on his shoulders, and soon accumulated a thick layer.

Thinking about Lan is a little anxious, this person is really, will he become a snowman?

The man who was about to turn into a snowman strode across the road. It's getting closer and closer.

She finally saw his appearance clearly, although there were countless fine snowflakes in the middle, but his broad forehead, thick eyebrows, slightly corrugated brow bones, narrow and deep eyes, straight nose bones and thin lips formed a very individual, angular face, although delicate but showing the momentum of a man. Exuding a sense of maturity and elegance, it should be the appearance of the person hidden in the fog in her countless dreams.

"What are you looking at?" Suddenly, Fu Xiyu lay on her ear, and the heat was like a killer to drive away the sweet dream, which caught Xiang Lan off guard.

"I ......" is just a blink of an eye, and there is nothing outside the floor-to-ceiling window except fluttering snowflakes. It seems that what I just did was just an illusion of wanting to be blue.

"The snow in Zurich is just beautiful, and we don't have a few days to stay here."

Xiang Lan raised his head and asked a rare question: "What, we want to go back?" ”

"No," Fu Xixin touched her warm and flushed little face, "The winter in Zurich is very cold, I'm afraid you can't stand it, let's go to Italy, where it's not cold in winter, and there are a lot of beautiful clothes." ”

Xiang Lan nodded lightly, her consciousness was that Fu Xiyu had to listen to whatever she said, but deep down in her heart, she was reluctant to give up on this city.

Fu Xiyun is the best at observing words and feelings, and he asked unhappily: "Do you want to go?" ”

"It's not. I just feel like I'm going to have to fly again, and I don't like to fly. "It's not like to make up reasons for Lan, she just doesn't like to fly. Subconsciously, it seems that there was a very unpleasant flight experience, and someone was stuffed into the plane when I was groggy.

"Then let's go take the train, the scenery along the way is beautiful." The pill is anti-blood.

Xiang Lan couldn't find a reason anymore, so he nodded, but there was a place in his heart that was empty and cold.

On the way back, Xiang Lan kept looking out of the car window, and the man seemed to fall from the sky with snowflakes, and also melted with the snowflakes, coming and going in a hurry, like a dream.

Back at the manor, I want to be blue and stuffy in the house every day, there is a lot of snow in Zurich, sometimes it doesn't clear for a few days, and the whole world is white, like a fairy tale world.

In the past few days, Fu Xiyu has been very busy, and she never mentioned the wedding, and she didn't bother to ask, she didn't know the meaning of her life at all now, so she felt that she was living a very chaotic life, very similar to the supernatural stories told in ancient storybooks, and there was a soul missing in her body, not a complete self.

At noon, Fu Xiyu came back, and he instructed his subordinates to pack up the things that wanted to be blue, and the train to Milan tomorrow.

Xiang Lan was lying in the bedroom at the time, and originally wanted to go out and ask why she was in such a hurry, but she felt that Fu Xiyun would be angry, so she pretended to sleep and didn't move. After a while, Fu Xiyun entered the bedroom, every time he smelled the faint fragrance on his body, Xiang Lan was nervous, although they even had a child, but Xiang Lan really couldn't imagine how they conceived a child, so far, their intimate actions were limited to hugging and kissing their faces and foreheads, even so, Xiang Lan had to restrain herself from shaking and not getting goosebumps.

When he touched her face when it was cold, her hands clenched unconsciously under the quilt, the tip of her tongue pressed tightly against the gums, and even her eyelashes trembled uncontrollably.

Obviously, Fu Xiyun found out about this, his brows furrowed, and his heart suddenly became angry, and he wanted to get Xiang Lan up, but there was a knock on the door outside, and Xiao Jin was hurriedly shouting: "Sir, are you ready?" Someone over there is urging again. ”

Fu Xixin retracted the fierce light in her eyes, and her outstretched hand turned into Lala Xianglan's quilt, waiting for the sound of the door closing, Xianglan dared to breathe hard, she slowly opened her eyes, and first made sure that Fu Xiyun was really gone from the gap before she dared to open her eyes completely.

It's been another boring afternoon.

She first got up and read a few pages of books about pregnant women, and simply did a set of soft exercises, this set of gymnastics was given to her by the doctor in the hospital, the doctor is Chinese, and she also gave Xiang Lan a CD by the way, which has a lot of soothing music, suitable for pregnant women to listen to.

She asked someone to bring a glass of warm milk and sat in a rocking chair and listened slowly.

It's in Chinese.

She hadn't heard Chinese for a long time, and Fu Xisu spoke to her in English on weekdays, except for the one that the bearded man in the church called her that day, hey, what is it, blue or south?

A soothing bass interrupted her thoughts, and a man was pouring out affectionately, "I want to be stable and happy, but I can resist the cruelty of the end ......"

She frowned and stared, thinking about where she had heard, "I want to be stable and happy, to be able to touch with both hands, and every time I reach into my arms, I can have your temperature." I don't know why, Zhuang Yao's name popped out suddenly, although she couldn't see what it looked like, but she was like a TV clip she had watched, faintly remembering that this man once sang this song at the awards party with his wife and children in his arms, and at that time he seemed to be sitting in the VIP seat to watch, and there was a man holding her hand next to her, and now she seems to be able to feel the temperature of his palm and the thin callouse on his fingertips. His voice with a low chuckle seemed to ring in his ears: "I also want to have your temperature every time I reach into my arms." ”

Cold tears flowed down her left eye, and she reached out to wipe them away, scolding herself in her heart for being neurotic and crying when she heard a song.

A little bored, she turned off the music and wanted to go out to breathe.

But it's been sunny for a long time, and now it's snowing again, and Xiang Lan wrapped the cotton clothes on his body tightly, and wandered in the snow step by step.

The snowflakes fell on her cheeks, slightly cool, and then slowly melted, which was exactly where she had just cried.

The snow has changed everything, the dense flowers and trees are covered under the snow, and even the Alps in the distance are white and different from the past, as if the holy glow, I want to look at the blue with a daze, but in fact, the eyes are not focused at all.

Suddenly, the dreamy man appeared in front of her again, she rubbed her eyes, the man was still there, sure it was not her delusion.

The man stood next to a black car, and the snow fell on the body and the man's shoulder, not a little, but a thick layer, which showed that he had stood for not a short time.

The snow was falling heavier and heavier, and he stood motionless, a pair of deep black eyes looking at Xiang Lan standing behind the hollow wrought iron fence without blinking.

Xiang Lan was originally holding a small hand warmer in his arms, but under his scorching gaze, his hand warmer shook, and the hand warmer fell to the ground, smashing the snow into a pit, and was soon covered by the newly fallen snow.

The man tugged at his lips slightly, and his thin and beautiful lips raised a sexy arc, and he actually smiled.

He is a very serious person, at least I think so, but now his smile is so bright and warm, like the spring breeze blowing the first apricot blossom, like the sun penetrating the surface of the river on thin ice, just like ...... The feeling of being in love.

Xiang Lan was taken aback by her own thoughts, she was actually a nymphomaniac to a strange man, you must know that she is a married woman and is about to give birth to a baby, how can she lose her soul for a strange man?

The man looked at Xiang Lan, his narrow and deep eyes shone brightly, and he moved his lips lightly and said three words.

Xiang Lan frowned, secretly thinking about what he said, and thought about it all over the time, but there was no word about it, she was a little annoyed, her thin white teeth bit her lower lip, and she wanted to ask what he said, but she felt a little redundant, and just looked at him strangely.

Xiang Lan's soft hair came out of her hat, and crushed snow foam hung on her trembling pocket, and then hooked on her pale little face, like ink drawn by a fine brush. A pair of big black eyes seem to be contaminated with snow, transparent and moist and pure.

The man looked at her almost obsessively, as if he wanted to engrave every cent of her in his mind.

The two of them looked at each other stupidly, unaware of the change in time.

When someone came to the side of the path, the fat maid called out as she went, "Madame, please go back to the house." God, how long have you been standing here? ”

Xiang Lan was afraid that someone would find out this little secret, so she turned around and walked back, but she looked back uneasily. The man was still standing there, motionless.

Xiang Lan anxiously looked at the maid who was getting closer and closer, and shouted to him in Chinese: "Hey, you, you are wearing too little, hurry home!" ”

The man's hand was raised, from such a distance, through these many snowflakes, his long fingers seemed to climb her cheeks, and the gentle smile as water blurred in the depths of his pupils, he moved his lips again, still did not make a sound, but thought Lan suddenly understood, God, he said Chinese!

The servant finally came over, and she took Xiang Lan's cold little hand and was frightened, just slapping the snowflakes on her body and blaming her for every one of them.

How could Lan listen to what she said, those three words were like a small stove in her chest, and every heartbeat was hot, what he said was...... I love you! Ye Chongshao almost cried when he said these three words, he never thought that he would cry, and it was for a woman.

But the feelings in his chest were like boiling boiling water all pouring into his eye sockets, as if he couldn't live without flowing out of something, his eyes were so sore, his throat choked, and when he watched the weak but stubborn little woman turn around, he finally couldn't help but reach out and wipe away the cold tears mixed with the snow.

Walking out a long way, Xiang Lan turned back again, the snow was getting heavier and heavier, and the man's figure gradually blurred, but in Xiang Lan's heart, it became clearer and clearer, and it seemed that his tall figure was overwhelming.

It was already midnight when Fu Xiyu came home that day, and he didn't go to Lan's room. The next day, he asked the servant to call Xianglan for breakfast, but the servant came to him in a hurry and told him, "Madame has a cold and has a fever. ”

It stands to reason that a fever should not be on the road, but Fu Xiyun can't delay if he has something, and he has a fever. Du Duo wanted to get on the train.

Lying groggily in the luxury box, thinking that Lan's mind is not very clear, she dreams of a lot of things, just like fragmented pictures, it feels like it should be a puzzle that needs to be put together patiently by Xianglan, but there is no base map to follow, Xianglan has no way to start, she snorted in pain.

Lin Sen was taken to the box, and Fu Xixin pointed at Xianglan, "What's wrong with her?" ”

Lin Sen stepped forward, carefully looked at Xiang Lan's crimson face, and stretched out his hand to try it again, "Fever, don't you know?" ”

Fu Xiyu's eyebrows were angry: "Nonsense, I know she has a fever, I asked her why she kept humming, her brows were still furrowed, as if she was in pain." ”

"It's probably a headache, most people have this symptom when they have a cold, don't you know, sir?" Lin Sen's words were a little disdainful, after all, he studied criminal psychology, although he had put it down for many years, he had already seen through Fu Xixuan, he must have been injured and caused some kind of hidden illness in his body to be so paranoid.

Fu Xiyun was obviously not satisfied with his answer, and suddenly reached out and grabbed his shirt, and the black guy pressed against Lin Sen's waist, "You'd better be honest with me, otherwise don't blame the guy in my hand for not having long eyes." ”

Lin Sen was not afraid, he smiled faintly: "You'd better take care of it, be careful of going too far, it will take at least half a year for Lan to be stable." ”

Fu Xiyun waved his hand, someone took Lin Sen down, Xiao Jin gritted his teeth early to see it, and he said angrily: "This old boy is too crazy, sir, let me teach him a lesson." ”

Fu Xiyun waved his hand: "No, he's useless anymore, you can deal with it." ”

Xiao Jin was stunned at first when he heard that Fu Xixin ended a person's life with such an understatement, and he asked, "Didn't you say that it would take half a year?" ”

"Hmph, he is a scourge when he is alive, he can hypnotize Luoluo for me, of course, he also began to relieve her of hypnosis for others, as long as he dies, no matter whether Luoluo is successful or not, he can't unravel his hypnosis.

Xiao Jin suddenly realized, he immediately took the order to do it,

Lin Sen was guarded by someone, and as soon as he returned to the box, Xiao Jin rudely broke in, and with a wave of his big hand, the two subordinates behind him immediately pounced on Lin Sen and held Lin Sen down.

Lin Sen was tied up and pushed in front of Xiao Jin, Xiao Jin tilted his head to look at him, and smiled coldly: "Dr. Lin, I came to send you off on the orders of the lord??

Lin Sen's expression was calm, "I had expected it a long time ago, Fu Xiyu This is a typical crossing the river and demolishing the bridge." ”

Xiao Jin slapped him hard, his face was turned to the side, blood spilled from the corner of his mouth, Xiao Jin smiled cruelly: "Lin Sen, what kind of thing are you, you are still worthy of negotiating terms with the lord, let me tell you, as far as a few of the women you have got are pregnant, I will treat them well, and when they give birth to a child and then sell their mother to the red light district, the child will be sold to traffickers." ”

Lin Sen's chest rose and fell violently under the rope, and he quenched the bloody saliva on Xiao Jin's face, "Brute, brute, you won't end well, there will definitely be." ”

"Then you can't see it, Lin Sen, let's get on the road!" After speaking, the knife in Xiao Jin's hand stabbed into Lin Sen's chest.

The handle of the knife paused for a few seconds, and then the blood poured out from the place where it was inserted, soaking the handle and wetting Xiao Jin's hand, Xiao Jin smiled unabated, pulled the knife out suddenly, and then kicked Lin Sen's body down.

Lin Sen's body was lying on the floor in a big shape, and a pair of eyes stared at the boss.

Xiao Jin took the wet tissue handed over by his subordinates, carefully wiped his hands and the knife in his hand, and said to his subordinates without raising his eyes: "Clean up here, the corpse has been disposed of." ”

The subordinates received the order, put Lin Sen's body into a woven bag, and then carried it and threw it off the train......

In the dark, someone watched them all the time and jumped off the train at the place where the body was thrown after they left.

Xiang Lan didn't know how long she had been asleep, and when she woke up, she was no longer on the train, but in a luxurious room.

She moved her sore neck and asked weakly, "Where is this?" ”

Fu Xixin put down the phone and walked quickly to her, put his hand on her forehead and tried it, "Well, don't burn, where do you still feel uncomfortable?" ”

Xiang Lan shook his head, his elbows propped up on the bed, but his body was soft like a ball of cotton, and he had no strength at all.

Fu Xiyun hurriedly helped her up and gave her a pillow to lean on, "Take your time, don't be reckless." I guess you're hungry, so I asked someone to make porridge, and it was delivered in a while. ”

I wanted to smash my mouth, and naturally said: "Why is it porridge again, I want to drink bean juice." ”

Fu Xixin was stunned for a moment, and then said casually: "What's so good about that thing, it's sour and smelly, and this is Milan, where can I get you bean juice." ”

"I'm just talking." Xiang Lan lowered his head and didn't dare to speak again.

Fu Xiyun looked at her shrinking her head and was angry, but seeing that she had just recovered from her illness, he suppressed his anger and tried to make his voice sound less **, "Okay, don't make a fuss, eat well for a while, I'll go out and be busy for a while." ”

"Brother Xiyu."

Fu Xiyun paused, he looked at Xiang Lan condescendingly, he was a little happy but unhappy, happy that Lan could call him Brother Xi Lan, and unhappy that she usually only called him when she only asked for herself.

"What's the matter?"

"I want to go to the Milan Fashion Festival, can I?" Xiang Lan didn't dare to look at Fu Xiyun's eyes, she was afraid of him.

"Why do you want to buy whatever clothes you like?"

"I don't need clothes, I just want to go to the catwalk." Xiang Lan's eyes raised slightly, and it was a little hot inside.

Fu Xiheng thought for a moment and nodded, "Yes, but you have to take care of your body and look at yourself, a gust of wind can blow away." ”

"Thank you, Brother Xiyu."

After Fu Xiyu walked out of the room, he whispered to Xiao Jin beside him: "Keep an eye on her, she will definitely meet an acquaintance in Milan." ”

Xiao Jin was puzzled: "Then you still let her come here?" ”

Fu Xixin sneered: "Of course, I only let myself see how I can enjoy happiness, I just let everyone see that she is in my hands and pregnant with my child." Remember, don't let her come into contact with anyone. ”

Xiang Lan got better after a few days of recuperation, and she went to the fashion festival by herself.

said that it was a person, but in fact, Fu Xiyu didn't go, she was still accompanied by several bodyguards, and there was a European girl, who accompanied Xiang Lan as a temporary life assistant.

The position that Fu Xiyu set for her was very secret, so it would not attract people's attention, and when the lights on the stage came on, Xiang Lan's legs were a little uncontrollable, she really wanted to stand in the center of the stage to show her style.

Some time ago, she didn't know what she liked and wanted to do, and felt a bit like the walking dead, but now when she saw the performance under the lights, she realized that she liked the stage where the lights were noticed, as if she had stood there countless times, enjoying praise and applause.

After the performance, she walked out with the assistant, and suddenly a child jumped and ran over, the child didn't look at the road, and suddenly bumped into Xiang Lan, fortunately the assistant held her, the child knew that he was in trouble, and he didn't dare to speak, the assistant was just about to blame the child, and Xiang Lan waved his hand: "It's okay, child." ”

Suddenly, the child raised his head and shouted in surprise: "Miss Aunt Lan!" ”

The bodyguard behind her immediately stepped forward to get the little girl aside, and wanted Lan to stop her, she bent down and said with a smile: "Little sister, you recognize the wrong person, my name is Luoluo." ”

The little girl frowned incomprehensibly: "Aunt Lan, you don't remember me, I'm Doudou, I know that it's pitiful without my mother, when will you go home?" ”

Know? These two words are powerfully embedded in Xiang Lan's mind, she seems to be able to see a little girl with black hair, white skin, big eyes and small mouth, she likes to laugh very much, and always likes to drop her bookbag when she speaks, but she can't find it right every time.

The assistant was very smart, and as soon as she saw Xianglan pondering, she said, "Let's go back." ”

Xiang Lan patted her head, feeling that she was sick again, she smiled and waved her hand to the little girl, "Little sister, you have recognized the wrong person." ”

Fang Yao walked over, he picked up the woman, and pretended to be angry: "Bear child, I can't say that you will run around, what if you lose it?" ”

Doudou put his finger to his lips and shushed, "Dad, I see Zhizhi's mother." ”

"What?" Fang Yao was stunned for a moment, and then asked eagerly, "Is what you said true?" Really want to be blue? ”

"Well, I called her Aunt Lan but she said she wasn't, Dad, there can't be two people in the world who are so imaginable, unless they are cloned, even the smell is the same."

Fang Yao was very excited, he was one of the lovers when Xiang Lan disappeared, although he didn't know Ye Chongshao's rescue plan later, but he also remembered the news of Xiang Lan all the time, and now when he heard his daughter say this, he didn't care whether it was true or not, and immediately called Ye Chongshao.

The phone was quickly picked up, and Fang Yao said excitedly: "Lao Ye, you hurry up and come to Milan, I seem to have seen Xianglan here." ”

Ye Chongshao's voice was very calm: "Well, I know, I'm in Milan now." ”