She couldn't tell whether she was angry or not, but when she thought of his indifferentness, he wouldn't like the baby in her belly, she wanted to escape from this suffocating place.

And at this moment, Jiang Lan's cell phone suddenly vibrated.

She took out her cell phone and looked at it. It was the message sent by Si Ning.

Jiang Lan glanced at Lu Jingchi, and he also stared at her cell phone. Without waiting for Jiang Lan to react, he directly took away her cell phone and clicked on the message.

Si Ning: [Lanlan, I was locked up and the cafe was copied. It’s a pity that my paintings are, but I have tried my best to keep your portraits. I sent them to you. Remember to check them.]

After reading the news, Lu Jingchi looked at Jiang Lan again, with a little nervousness in her eyes.

He sneered, "You have started to treat my words as wind in your ears now, are you?"

The smile on his lips made Jiang Lan smell a dangerous breath. She shook her head frantically, trying to explain something.

But Lu Jingchi threw his phone on the coffee table and turned around and walked outside.

Jiang Lan realized something and quickly chased after him.

There is a small room outside the villa, which is specially designed for express delivery. Lu Jingchi came straight to this small room and kicked a bunch of express delivery away.

At the bottom, a box was found.

That was the portrait sent by Si Ning.

Jiang Lan's pupils shrank, and she rushed over quickly, squatted on the ground, protecting the box.

"Get out of here!"

Jiang Lan shook her head with tears in her eyes, begging him to let go of the paintings. This was not only a gift from Si Ning to her, but also a friendship between the two.

Lu Jingchi's face was gloomy. He raised his hand to grab Jiang Lan's wrist and pulled her up.

Jiang Lan could not beat him. She grabbed the box tightly with her fingers, but the box still distanced her inch by inch.

Lu Jingchi picked up the box, turned around and walked out, and came to the yard. He threw the box on the ground like garbage.

Jiang Lan wanted to rush over, but he pulled him tightly.

I saw Lu Jingchi take out the lighter, pick his fingers, and the flames rush up in his hands.

Jiang Lan stared at the beating flames in his hand and slowly widened her eyes. She opened her mouth but couldn't make a sound.

He pinched her hands, and she lost the only way to communicate with him.

Lu Jingchi looked back at her, "I care so much about these paintings?"

Jiang Lan's tears slid down, and she begged him not to burn.

A corner of his mouth raised, cruel and cold-blooded.

It seemed that the more she cared about, the more he would destroy it ruthlessly. To see what she cared about was broken in her eyes, he could only tolerate his unique shadow.

His fingers just loosened, and the lighter fell on the box with a flame, which spread out little by little on the box.

Jiang Lan suddenly struggled, unable to break free, she even lowered her head and bit Lu Jingchi's arm.

Lu Jingchi was in pain and almost let her go, but he turned his arm and tied her waist and brought her back.

The flames pounded in Jiang Lan's eyes, magnifying little by little, and finally occupied her entire pupil.

She watched the portraits revealed in the box, which were swallowed up by flames in her eyes, and turned into ashes little by little.

A gust of wind blew, pulling the flames longer, and the black debris burned to ashes fluttered in the air.

Lu Jingchi never let her go. Her silent struggle and prayer seemed so insignificant.

She stretched out her hands and could only catch a few pieces of flying paper confetti in the air.

Jiang Lan softened weakly in his arms, and the man finally let go of her. She fell to the ground, and paper confetti lingered around her.

It seemed as if she was mocking her, like Lu Jingchi, she felt that what she cherished was too cheap.

She didn't have time to take a look, and the paintings disappeared completely in front of her.

It's like it never existed.
Chapter completed!