She wanted to straighten her expression quickly, but the heartbreaking pain hit her in waves. She bared her teeth and looked like she was protesting to Gu Lanchen.
"Nothing." The words were almost squeezed out from between her teeth. She wanted to leave quickly and escape the embarrassment of being caught, but the pain that overwhelmed her for a while made her stand there.
"Brother Gu, who is this?"
The sound was soft and sweet.
The girl following Gu Lanchen was wearing a pure white dress with a slightly wider neckline. It was supposed to be a sexy design, but she pulled it to flat shoulders.
Exposing her delicate collarbone, she looked at Luo Wanqing with inquiring eyes.
"one……"
Before Gu Lanchen's cold voice could finish speaking, he was interrupted by Luo Wanqing's higher tone.
"I am a guest."
"Guest?" She seemed to be the same age as Gu Lanchen. She cast suspicious eyes on Luo Wanqing twice, and then she said as if she remembered something, "You are the one who was given to the Song family by the Luo family."
Girl?"
The contempt in this tone can be heard immediately.
Luo Wanqing stood there, his ears burning red.
"It is indeed as beautiful as everyone says."
This compliment coupled with the girl's sweet smile made it impossible for anyone to figure it out.
But the valuable contempt was like a thorn piercing Luo Wanqing's heart.
Good-looking people can get a lot of preferential treatment. This is something Luo Wanqing has understood since he was a child.
But she didn't know that being good-looking would also lead to more criticism, looks, suspicion and isolation.
And this was the first time she met Gu Lanchen. If it weren't for this medicine, she probably wouldn't be able to remember anything.
But what happened next?
Why was she killed by Gu Lanchen later?
After escaping from the memory, Luo Wanqing's surroundings returned to the way they were in the car.
Her eyes were extremely scarlet as she looked across at Jiang Luo, who was watching a show.
"You have known for a long time that my memory has been erased, why haven't you helped me recover?"
"This is for your own good, what do you think?"
The middle-aged woman smiled gently, with no trace of age on her beautiful face.
Luo Wanqing was stunned, still immersed in memories for a long time and unable to come back to her senses. She lowered her eyes and thought for a moment, "Then what is going on between you and dad? I am dad's biological child, right?"
Hearing this, Jiang Luo's eyes flashed, and then he told Luo Wanqing what happened back then.
Her erased memory was from when she was twelve to fifteen years old, which means that in the past few years, the relationship between Jiang Luo and Luo Fuyuan has been broken.
Jiang Luo looked regretful, "Actually, back then, I almost jumped off a building because of your father..."
The Luo family was instantly famous in Jincheng because of Mr. Luo's newly developed medicine, and the biggest contributor was Luo Wanqing's father, Luo Fuyuan.
So, this man who was so proud and dazzling at that time that the whole Jincheng had to look up at him, one afternoon when Luo Wanqing was fifteen years old, he was wearing a pure black haute couture woolen coat and carrying a bag that was incompatible with his temperament.
Supermarket shopping bags, standing in front of Jiang Luo.
In the bag are the vegetables he just bought.
The wind on the rooftop was strong, mixed with the late winter snow, and it pierced through her delicate skin like a sharp blade.
She was wearing a red dress with thin shoulder straps hanging on her slightly thin shoulders.
Her collarbones were delicate, her neck was slender and white, her bare feet exposed in the air were slightly red from the cold, and with her tearful eyes, she looked precariously like a rag doll that had lost its soul.
Downstairs, there are tens of thousands of people, and reporters are scattered on the opposite floors, looking for more suitable angles to shoot.
The most beautiful woman in Jincheng and a new genius in the medical field are willing to die to force her husband to meet her. News like this will surely be the headlines tomorrow.
What's more, her husband is Luo Fuyuan, the eldest son of Luo who has been in the limelight recently.
"You're here." She spoke slowly, her eyes never moving away from the man from beginning to end.
The man frowned slightly, raised his hand and took off the black and gray scarf from his neck. Looking at her hands and feet that were red from the cold, he wanted to walk towards her.
"Don't come here." She gritted her teeth and smiled bitterly, "Are you still happy without me?"
With the trembling end of this sentence, tears fell down her cheeks as she looked at the proud man in front of her.
"Come down when you've had enough trouble." There was obvious displeasure in Luo Fuyuan's voice. He stretched the scarf on his hand in her direction and said, "I still have twenty-seven minutes, so I can send you back first.
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On the ring finger of his left hand holding the scarf, he wore a simple but uniquely designed platinum wedding ring.
Behold, her love, how humble her people are?
The person who stood in the wind and snow for more than forty minutes in thin clothes had just gone to the supermarket to buy groceries and was about to go home for dinner, but he was not with her.
Facing such a major event as her seeking death, it was just an order from Feng Qingyundan. There was no worry in his long eyes. It seemed that from the beginning, her life and death had nothing to do with him.
A bone-chilling chill rose up along the soles of her feet, and she did not dare to look at those angry cold eyes again, lest she find the slightest trace of disgust in them.
Even at this moment, she was still escaping.
"Luo Fuyuan, many times I think about how great it would be if you died when you loved me the most. At least I would be happier than I am now."
"So?" Luo Fuyuan's handsome brows knitted together.
"Do you regret marrying me? If it hadn't been for your kindness, you wouldn't have caused me such a big trouble."
Those once pure and clean eyes were full of emotions that he couldn't understand, and accompanied by her sad and sad smile, which was printed on that delicate and unparalleled little face, it was still breathtakingly beautiful.
"Jiang Luo, you should know that I don't have much time to give you."
"Even to the last moment of my life?" She looked at him.
In fact, no matter from which angle you look at it, Jiang Luo and Luo Fuyuan are a match made in heaven.
He is the heir of a medical family and a new genius in the medical field. They have been married for many years and their children are fifteen years old.
But since the Song family returned to the upper class three years ago, everything has changed.
She was once snatched away from the Song family by Luo Fuyuan, but now he wants to give her back as a deal.
She knew that Luo Fuyuan hated her and also hated Luo Wanqing.
So much so that even if it is a life-or-death matter now, Luo Fuyuan's attitude is indifferent.
If you tell the lie about crying wolf too often, no one will believe it anymore.
The wind became stronger and stronger, and the long-lasting cold wind made her body shiver unconsciously.