She wanted to quickly sort out her expression, but the heart-wrenching pain came one after another. She bared her teeth, as if she was demonstrating with Gu Lanchen.

"What are you doing?" This sentence almost squeezed out from the gap of her teeth. She wanted to leave quickly and escape the embarrassment of being caught, but the pain overwhelmed her for a while and left her alone.

"Brother Gu, who is this?"

This sound is soft and sweet.

The girl following Gu Lanchen was wearing a pure white dress with a slightly wider collar and a sexy design that was supposed to be pulled into flat shoulders by her.

He showed his delicate and small collarbone and looked at Luo Wanqing with an inquiring look.

"one……"

Before Gu Lanchen could finish his cold voice, he was interrupted by Luo Wanqing in a higher tone.

“I am a guest.”

"Guest?" She looked the same age as Gu Lanchen, and her suspicious eyes turned on Luo Wanqing twice. Then she seemed to remember something, and said oh, "You are the girl who was sent to the Song family by the Luo family, right?"

The contempt in this tone can be heard at a glance.

Luo was standing in place while his ears were burning red.

"It's indeed as beautiful as everyone says."

This complimentary sentence is combined with the girl's sweet smile, making people unable to see any clues.

But the valuable contempt was like a thorn, piercing Luo's heart in the late Qing Dynasty.

If you are good-looking, you can get a lot of preferential treatment. This is what Luo late-qing understood since childhood.

But she didn't know that being good-looking would get more criticism, rolling eyes, suspicion and isolation.

And this is the first time she met Gu Lanchen. If she hadn't had this medicine, she would probably have been unable to remember anything.

But what happened later?

Why was she killed by Gu Lanchen later?

After escaping from memory, Luo late-qing returned to his appearance in the car.

Her eyes were so scarlet that she looked at Jiang Luo who was watching the show opposite.

"You have known that my memory has been cleared, so why haven't you helped me recover?"

"This is for your own good, what do you think?"

The middle-aged woman smiled gently, and there was no trace of time on her beautiful face.

Luo Wanqing was stunned, immersed in the memories for a long time and could not come back to his senses. She lowered her eyes and thought for a moment, "Then what happened to you and Dad? I am my father's biological child, right?"

Upon hearing this, Jiang Luo's eyes flashed, and then he told Luo Wanqing about what happened back then.

The memories she was cleared were from the age of twelve to fifteen, which means that the relationship between Jiang Luo and Luo Fuyuan has been shattered in the past few years.

Jiang Luo showed regret, "Actually, I almost jumped off the building for your father..."

The Luo family was very popular in Jincheng because of the newly developed medicine by Mr. Luo, and the biggest contributor was Luo Fuyuan, the father of Luo late Qing Dynasty.

So, this man who was so proud that the whole of Jincheng was about to look up at the end of the late Qing Dynasty was wearing a pure black haute couture coat and carrying a supermarket shopping bag that was incompatible with his temperament, standing in front of Jiang Luo.

In the bag, he just bought the vegetables.

The wind on the rooftop was very strong, mixed with the snow in deep winter, and it pierced through her delicate skin like a sharp blade.

She was wearing a red dress and thin shoulder straps on her slightly thin shoulders.

The collarbone is delicate, the neck is slender and fair, and the barefoot exposed in the air is slightly red. With her tears in her eyes at this time, she is shaking like a soulless doll.

Downstairs, there are thousands of people, and reporters are spread all over the opposite floor, looking for more suitable angles to shoot.

The most beautiful woman in Jincheng, a new genius in the medical field, is willing to force her husband to meet him with her by death. Such news must be tomorrow's headlines.

What's more, her husband is Luo Fuyuan, the eldest son of the Luo family who is in the limelight recently.

"You are here." She spoke slowly, her eyes never moved away from the man from beginning to end.

The man frowned slightly without any notice, raised his hand and took off the black and gray scarf on his neck. Looking at her cold-red hands and feet, he wanted to walk towards her.

"Don't come over." She gritted her teeth and smiled bitterly, "Are you still happy without me?"

With the trembling ending of this sentence, tears in her eyes fell down her cheeks, looking at the proud man in front of her.

"If you have enough trouble, come down." Luo Fuyuan's voice was obviously unhappy, and he stretched out the scarf in his hand towards her and spoke, "I have twenty-seven minutes left, and I have time to send you back first."

He grabbed the scarf's left ring finger and wore a simple but unique platinum wedding ring.

Look, her love, how humble her people are?

The person who stood in thin clothes in the snow and stood for more than 40 minutes before waiting for him had just gone to the supermarket to buy vegetables and was about to go home for dinner, but was not with her.

Faced with the great event of her seeking death, it was just a command from Feng Qingyundan. He had no worries at all under his long eyes. It seemed that from the beginning, her life and her death had nothing to do with him.

The bone-bone chill rose up along the soles of her feet. She didn't dare to look at the cold eyes with anger again, for fear of finding the slightest disgust in it.

Even at this moment, she was still escaping.

"Luo Fuyuan, I often think, if you die when you like me the most, at least I will be happier than now."

"So what?" Luo Fuyuan's beautiful brows frowned together.

"Do you regret marrying me? If you didn't have your kindness, you wouldn't have caused such a big trouble for me."

Those eyes that were once pure and clean as spring were filled with emotions that he couldn't understand. Accompanied by her desolate smile, they were imprinted on that delicate and unparalleled little face, and were still so beautiful that it was breathtaking.

"Jiang Luo, you should know that I don't have much time to give you."

"Even when it's the last moment of my life?" she looked at him.

In fact, no matter from which perspective, Jiang Luo and Luo Fuyuan are both made of heaven and earth.

The heir to a medical family, a new genius in the medical field, who have been married for many years and are even fifteen years old.

But since the Song family returned to the upper class three years ago, everything has changed.

She was once snatched from the Song family by Luo Fuyuan, but now she wants to return it as a deal.

She knew that Luo Fuyuan hated her and also hated Luo late Qing.

So even for the big thing that is about life and death, Luo Fuyuan's attitude is still light.

If the wolf is lying too many times, no one will believe it anymore.

The wind was getting heavier and stronger, and the long-term cold wind made her body shudder unconsciously.
Chapter completed!