Everything Is To Meet You

At this time, they were standing in the corridor of the hospital. There was no one around them, only hugging them.

This was the first formal show of love by Nian yingyao.

"No matter what you have, tell me. Since we are lovers of each other, we should trust each other, right?"

Nian yingyao is not stupid. He can detect the strangeness between Guluo and Lu Zhihuan.

"Nian yingyao, will people come back after death?"

Lu Zhihuan looked at him in a daze and suddenly asked such a sentence inexplicably.

"Huh?"

Nian yingyao frowned lightly, and some did not understand what Lu Zhihuan meant.

"I was thinking that if I could come back from the dead and my father could live, I don't think my mother would be so lonely."

Lu Zhihuan pulled out a radian from the corner of her mouth, quickly added the sentence just now, and covered up the real meaning of the sentence.

If she told Nian yingyao her origin directly, it would scare the man, and even he would think he was crazy.

"We'll solve the problem together. I'll take good care of your mother."

In, yingyao spoiled and rubbed her long hair, with tenderness in the depths of her eyes.

He has never liked a girl like this. What he said about protecting and guarding all the way will be realized.

"Thank you."

Lu Zhihuan's mood was a little better. When she left, she looked back.

She must find out what Gulo wants to do!

At night, the lights are bright.

Gulo's apartment, fox carpet in the living room, baby sat down with his legs around, holding a slender cigarette in his hand, and the fire was shining.

"Arlo, you are so smart that you sent those news to Lu Zhihuan's mother before. I think the old man can't bear it."

Baby gave Gulo a thumbs up. Gulo, who was painting an oil painting on one side, seemed not to hear baby's voice. He focused on his drawing paper. His slender hands were very careful, stroke by stroke. He was painting a woman.

Originally, he wanted to paint Ye Xinran, but inexplicably painted the face of Lu Zhihuan.

"Do you really like Lu Zhihuan?"

Guluo's silence didn't make baby feel boring. She walked around him and smiled. Her eyes fell on the drawing paper, but Lu Zhihuan's face was particularly disdainful.

"I don't think any parents can accept their daughter's falling in love with her gold owner. Lu Zhihuan is so young, and Jianqiu will only blame herself more. She thinks that she didn't teach her daughter well and let her go on this road. And Jianqiu is a believer, you know? This kind of selling behavior is actually a prostitute in her eyes."

Gulo painted the lips of the person in the painting again and again. He seemed to be talking to himself and talking to baby, showing everything he had triumphantly.

"It seems that you have been investigating for a long time."

Baby took a deep breath of smoke, and her tone became a little cold.

"Since you want to get, you should pay, shouldn't you?"

The bloody lips gradually showed a bright color in Guluo's hands. His voice was peaceful, even with a trace of inexplicable innocence.

"You really haven't changed. You're still the old Arlo."

Baby smiled again, hugged Gulo gently from him, put the whole face on his face, closed his eyes slightly, and murmured as if immersed in some kind of thought.

"Or my lovely Arlo, my lovely brother..."

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On the pink bed, the two people who were still fighting finally stopped, and the hormone breath in the air was very clear.

Lu Zhihuan nestled in Nian yingyao's arms, looked up at the ceiling and lost sleep.

"Unwilling to move back?"

Nian yingyao stroked her lower abdomen with his other hand. His voice became low and sexy after love. He asked.

"It's good to live here. Anyway, I spend most of my time in the crew. It's the same wherever I live, as long as we're together."

Lu Zhihuan shrunk in yingyao's arms in previous years, and his pleasant voice answered crisply.

How can she go now? Gulo lives opposite her. She must first find out the relationship between Gulo and baby.

"Can I help you with Gulo's visit to your mother?"

Nian yingyao never mentioned this matter since he came back, but at this time, he asked Lu Zhihuan's opinions in a very respectful way.

The implication is his complete trust in Lu Zhihuan.

"Let me do it myself."

Lu Zhihuan suddenly felt a warm current in her heart. She turned over her body again and lay on Nian yingyao. Her big black eyes were full of affection and moved and looked at Nian yingyao.

"Thank you," she said again.

"Since you want to thank me, you must show sincerity."

The man's evil lips smiled, held her waist with one hand, turned over and suddenly pressed her under her again.

Soon, the kiss came, and the hot movement came again

The dream, the distant past, is like the green ash peeling off from the decaying wall, mixed in the dust and turned into dust together.

Iron gate, red iron gate. Fence, high fence.

Pink rose flowers flourish in the gap of the wall. With the change of seasons, when the flowers bloom to the teabush, pollen will be everywhere in the air.

Stick to people, drill into people's nostrils, and even fall on the boy's long eyelashes.

"Arlo, you look so good."

She was six and he was nine. Her front teeth had just fallen off and she looked very funny.

In the sunny spring, the flowers bloom well, and the sun shines on him through the cracks of the trees.

Like the boy coming out of the cartoon, he looks white and flawless, pale but handsome.

His eyes were all indifferent. When he was young, ye Xinran's eyes were also cold like a blade.

The blade cuts through the skin, which obviously hurts. But she ran towards him with a brighter smile.

"Shall we play together?"

When I was young, I offered an active and direct invitation in exchange for the boy's ruthless push away.

She fell heavily to the ground and looked at him with pain and tears.

"Who wants to play with orphans like you?"

Arrogant youth, indifferent to say such words.

"But this is an orphanage. We are all orphans, aren't we?"

She didn't understand that her enthusiasm would annoy the new partner of the orphanage.

"Hehe, who is like an orphan like you? I'm not an orphan. I have a sister."

When he was about to run away, he looked disdainfully at her who fell to the ground, with inherent superiority and pride in his tone.

Even in this abandoned gathering place, he was still rebellious, unwilling to admit the fact of being abandoned and closed himself.

At that time, she thought he was just an orphan with more serious injuries.

But she ignored the careless words.

In the dream, she dreamed of a dream that she couldn't wake up. She seemed to hear him say, I have a sister.