She couldn't tell if she was angry, but when she thought that he didn't care and that he wouldn't like the baby in her belly, she wanted to escape from this suffocating place.

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

She took out her phone and looked at it. It was a message from Si Ning.

Jiang Lan glanced at Lu Jingchi, who was also staring at her phone. Without waiting for Jiang Lan to react, he took her phone away and opened the message.

Si Ning: [Lan Lan, I was imprisoned and the cafe was confiscated. It's a pity for my paintings. But I fought hard to keep your portraits. I sent them to you, please remember to check them.]

After Lu Jingchi read the news, he looked at Jiang Lan again. There was obviously a bit of nervousness in her eyes.

He sneered: "You have begun to turn a deaf ear to my words now, haven't you?"

The smile on his lips gave Jiang Lan a hint of danger. She shook her head wildly, trying to explain something.

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

Jiang Lan realized something and quickly chased after him.

There was a small room outside the villa, which was specially used for express delivery. Lu Jingchi went straight to the small room and kicked away a bunch of express delivery.

At the bottom, I found a box.

That was exactly the portrait sent by Si Ning.

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

"Get out of my way!"

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

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

Jiang Lan's strength was no match for him. She grabbed the box tightly with her fingers, but the box still moved away from her inch by inch.

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

Jiang Lan wanted to rush over, but was dragged tightly by him.

Lu Jingchi took out the lighter, picked it up with his fingers, and the flames burst into flames in his hand.

Jiang Lan stared at the flames dancing in his hands, her eyes widening slowly, her mouth opened, but she couldn't make a sound.

He clamped her hand, and she lost the only way to communicate with him.

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

Jiang Lan's tears rolled down her face. She looked at Lu Jingchi pleadingly, begging him not to burn.

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

It seemed that the more she cared about, the more ruthlessly he would destroy it. If she wanted to see what she cared about shattered in her eyes, she could only tolerate his unique shadow.

He just let go of his fingers, and the lighter fell on the box with flames, and the flames spread on the box little by little.

Jiang Lan suddenly struggled and couldn't 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, strangled her waist and brought her back.

The flames danced in Jiang Lan's eyes, enlarging little by little, and finally occupied her entire pupils.

She watched helplessly as the portrait revealed in the box was swallowed up by the flames and turned into ashes bit by bit in her eyes.

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

Lu Jingchi never let go of her. Her silent struggles and prayers seemed so insignificant.

She stretched out her hand, but could only catch a few pieces of paper flying in the air.

Jiang Lan weakened in his arms, and the man finally let go of her. She fell to the ground, with confetti lingering around her.

As if he was mocking her, like Lu Jingchi, they both felt that the things she cherished were too cheap.

She didn't even have time to take a look, the paintings just disappeared in front of her.
Chapter completed!