Help!Shang Lian Zong was captured by a paper man

It doesn't seem like a dream.Jiang Luo thought disappointedly.

Feeling dizzy, from the road sign to the co-pilot, the few steps are like stepping on cotton, the ground is unbelievably soft.

Not in a hurry to start the car, looking at Jiang Luo with empty eyes, He Ziyan picked up the vitamin water he had prepared, unscrewed the bottle cap, and handed it over.

The body of the bottle is round, like a lotus root. Jiang Luo looked at it, dazed, took it slowly for a few seconds, and said in a low voice, "Thank you."

It's fashionable not to speak, but as soon as he opens his mouth, he feels the urge to cry.

Her voice was hoarse, as if she had caught a severe cold during the short interval between the two of them.

"Luoluo." His heart seemed to be pulled, He Ziyan looked sad, and asked, "Do you want to go home now?"

Jiang Luo shook his head.

Shi Yan is at her home, she doesn't want more people to worry about her.

Like a snail, injured, just want to get back into the shell quietly.

Taking a sip of water, the sweetness slipped into his throat, Jiang Luo muffled: "I don't know where I want to go."

As if his heart had been cut open with a knife, every word Jiang Luo said turned into a sharp little hook, hooking on He Ziyan's heart.

He rationally knew that Jiang Luo's sadness did not originate from him, but he couldn't stop the pain caused by Jiang Luo's sadness.

From childhood to adulthood, among the girls he knew well, he only saw Xu Lu cry.

Xu Lu was always crying loudly, shaking the earth, and every time, he walked away silently, and then called Zheng Man to deal with it.

He didn't understand before, it turns out that seeing a girl he likes cry is more uncomfortable than failing his own experiment.

"Luoluo, seat belt." He Ziyan reminded.

Jiang Luo raised his hand and pulled it, but his hand lost strength and slipped, and the seat belt only pulled out a small part before bouncing back.

With the clatter of the metal impact, Jiang Luo's tears fell down for no reason.

Be caught off guard.

Like a summer storm.

Tears kept rolling down one after another, hitting Jiang Luo's floral skirt, soaking the petals.

He Ziyan frowned, and wanted to stretch out his hand, but he didn't know where to drop it.

Didn't ask much, just felt her grief silently.

After looking at it distressedly for a while, he turned sideways, leaned over, pulled the seat belt silently, fastened it for Jiang Luo and took out a few pieces of paper and put it in her hand.

Jiang Luo didn't look at him, didn't thank him, just buried his head like an eggplant beaten by Shuang.

Low sobs continued in the car.

Holding the steering wheel, He Ziyan stepped on the accelerator.

The surrounding elevated disk is above the city, and the vehicles pass through and rush to the far end along that arc.

He Ziyan's garage.

Jiang Luo only cried for about ten minutes, and for the rest of the drive, he just stared out the window blankly, like a puppet that had been set aside at will.

She didn't say anything, so He Ziyan didn't ask.

Before today, what He Ziyan saw was Jiang Luo's energetic side, whether he was happy or angry, he was full of strength.

But right now, she is completely powerless, like an ancient well that has been drained.

After watching worriedly, He Ziyan said, "Luoluo, have you had lunch yet?"

Three seconds later, Jiang Luo shook his head.

He Ziyan sighed.He just knew it.

After getting out of the car, he opened the passenger's door and unbuckled Jiang Luo's seat belt.

Jiang Luo didn't move and let him operate.

The next moment, He Ziyan picked her up.

She finally reacted, with tears in her voice, "Ziyan..."

He Ziyan said softly, "Huh?"

"What are you doing?"

"I'm hugging the princess." Looking at her, He Ziyan continued: "Hold the princess."

Indulging in the address of "princess", Jiang Luo's brows were tinged with tenderness, "I can go by myself." She covered her face shyly, her face was still a little wet, and the moist feeling stuck to the palm of her hand.

She felt like a little trash.

"Luoluo is hungry and can't walk anymore." He Ziyan teased her.

"Why can't I move?" She asked softly.

Having said that, she didn't struggle and let He Ziyan hold her.

Nestled in He Ziyan's arms, Jiang Luo felt the sadness dissipating bit by bit.

Even though her nose was blocked from crying, she still miraculously smelled the aroma on He Ziyan's clothes, which was the familiar smell of sea salt.

Turning sideways, she buried her whole face in He Ziyan's arms, absorbing the comforting warmth.

Seeing this, He Ziyan couldn't help but curl his lips again.

It's strange, no matter what Luoluo does, he thinks it's so cute.

"Snapped."

After closing the car door with his elbow, He Ziyan walked forward holding Jiang Luo, like holding a kitten he just picked up.

If he could, he really wanted to hold her like this forever.

The elevator went up to the first floor, and a child came in, staring at He Ziyan's arms with those small round eyes.

Hearing the movement, Jiang Luo couldn't help hugging He Ziyan tightly, not daring to make a sound.

At this moment, what she cares about is not the identity of "Jiang Luo", but only the shame of being hugged.

As the elevator went up, the child was still watching. Finally, when the elevator reached the third floor, he asked, "Brother, what's wrong with this sister?"

The person in his arms stiffened his back, pretending he hadn't heard of it.

Actually... still a child.

Ah... even more embarrassing.

He Ziyan sneered: "This sister is hungry... hiss..."

Got pinched by someone.

Pursing his lips, He Ziyan spoke again: "This sister is asleep."

"But I saw her pinch you." The child said solemnly.

The heights are different, and the scenes that can be seen are different.

From the perspective of a child, it was just enough to see Jiang Luo's little movements.

He Ziyan lowered his eyes without changing his face: "You are wrong."

Jiang Luo: ...

"Ding."

When the elevator reaches the 6th floor, the children get off first.

Before getting out of the elevator, he turned around, faced the inside of the elevator, and said sincerely: "Brother, Mom said we can't lie, lying will grow a long nose."

"Pfft." Jiang Luo couldn't hold back and laughed out loud.

The elevator door closed and continued upward.

Glancing at the person in his arms, He Ziyan asked, "Luoluo, has your nose grown?"

Jiang Luowen said in a low voice, "I'm not lying, my nose won't grow."

Seeing that she was able to answer the conversation, which meant that her mood had improved, He Ziyan felt relieved and breathed a sigh of relief.

Jiang Luo raised his face and asked softly, "Ziyan, are you tired?"

"You are very light." He Ziyan said frankly.

"I'm not light! I'm almost a hundred catties!"

With a height of 1.7 meters and [-] meters, He Ziyan frowned, "Luoluo, you are too thin."

Too lazy to argue with him, Jiang Luo said again: "I want to go by myself."

"Ah."

Yes, no move.

Jiang Luo reiterated: "I want to go by myself."

"Ah."

Still not moving.

Jiang Luo: It's the first time I've seen such a clear yin and yang violation.

On the seventeenth floor, the elevator opens.

He Ziyan walked out with Jiang Luo in his arms.

When he reached the door, he put Jiang Luo down.

"I just said I can walk by myself." Jiang Luo muttered softly as soon as he landed.

He Ziyan just smiled, opened the door, he walked in front, and made a gesture of invitation at the entrance.

Stepping in, Jiang Luo was stunned for a moment when his eyes fell on the living room.

The decoration of this house is almost the same as the one where Fu Jing met.

"You are really dedicated." Jiang Luo complained.

"Yes."

Turning his head, those proud eyes were looking at him. Jiang Luo immediately understood that He Ziyan had misunderstood him.