Chapter 919
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She stood there slightly stunned.
The man turned his head and looked up at her in the smoke.
With a smile on his face, Ronan walked towards him and looked up at him: "hang out together?"
Fu Tingyuan's eyes fell on her face, and then silently stood upright, accompanied her to stroll in the church.
The guests are gone, not on weekends. Westminster Abbey is full of tourists.
Lornan spent the first afternoon in the church.
The sun sank down, the sky darkened down, and the air was also stained with a few threads of cold.
She stopped in an empty corridor and turned to look at the man behind her.
They didn't talk all afternoon. She walked forward, and he followed, only the shadows on the ground overlapped and interacted occasionally.
Fu Tingyuan came to her and looked down at her.
Luonanchu's face was still with a faint smile, but his eyes were moist and moist, showing some misty sadness in the evening mist.
"It's getting dark." She whispered.
In the silent corridor, her voice spread widely.
The evening wind blew over and stirred the skirt on her ankle. The spring night had a chill of autumn.
The man raised his hand, and still had a faint smell of smoke. He gently pinched her chin and raised her face.
Then he bent his head slightly and looked down at her.
Luo Nanchu always felt that Fu Tingyuan's eyes were beautiful and dark, but because they were born on this man's face, they showed some charming tenderness.
Let him be sentimental no matter who he looks at.
But at the moment, reflecting the sunset, the faint red reflected in his eyes, so that his pupil appears very transparent. Inside the mood, at a glance.
He looked at her in such a way, and then whispered, "I don't want to see you anymore."
"You go back to Tongcheng tomorrow."
Fu Tingyuan.
I will accompany you Always with you.
Until one day, you don't want me.
I don't want to see you.
You go back to Tongcheng tomorrow.
……
Huarong in the corner of the bathroom, found the crying luonanchu.
She pulled people into the car and drove her back to the hotel.
He opened the shower, soaked the hot water, and put the frozen Ronan into the bathtub. Huarong took a bath for Ronan himself, and then went into the bedroom with her.
Ronan was sitting on the sofa in a blanket. Huarong stood behind her, wiping her hair, and then drying her hair with a hair dryer.
In the dead of night.
Huarong sits on the edge of the window sill and lights a cigarette. Looking at the stars outside, she takes a slow puff of smoke and looks at luonanchu, who curls up on the bed and shivers slightly.
"Why?" She asked in a deep voice.
Ronan's face turned white at first. She held Sam tightly, gritted her teeth, and said in a shaking voice, "it's not bitter." She was pale with pain.
It seems that no one in the world will die because of heartache of lovelorn, so it's better to have a good night's pain.
Huarong looked at her for a moment, and with a light Tut, he put out his cigarette, went to dig luonanchu out of the quilt, held her face full of cold sweat, and looked at her sternly: "if you can't give up, go and tell him, otherwise, even if you died here, he would still not see and hear. When did you become a coward? You go to say to him, say you can't bear him, like him, tell him not to marry Lu Mingyou, ask him to stay with you! What's wrong with cousins? As long as you don't have children, how can you do harm to nature? "
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She stood there slightly stunned.
The man turned his head and looked up at her in the smoke.
With a smile on his face, Ronan walked towards him and looked up at him: "hang out together?"
Fu Tingyuan's eyes fell on her face, and then silently stood upright, accompanied her to stroll in the church.
The guests are gone, not on weekends. Westminster Abbey is full of tourists.
Lornan spent the first afternoon in the church.
The sun sank down, the sky darkened down, and the air was also stained with a few threads of cold.
She stopped in an empty corridor and turned to look at the man behind her.
They didn't talk all afternoon. She walked forward, and he followed, only the shadows on the ground overlapped and interacted occasionally.
Fu Tingyuan came to her and looked down at her.
Luonanchu's face was still with a faint smile, but his eyes were moist and moist, showing some misty sadness in the evening mist.
"It's getting dark." She whispered.
In the silent corridor, her voice spread widely.
The evening wind blew over and stirred the skirt on her ankle. The spring night had a chill of autumn.
The man raised his hand, and still had a faint smell of smoke. He gently pinched her chin and raised her face.
Then he bent his head slightly and looked down at her.
Luo Nanchu always felt that Fu Tingyuan's eyes were beautiful and dark, but because they were born on this man's face, they showed some charming tenderness.
Let him be sentimental no matter who he looks at.
But at the moment, reflecting the sunset, the faint red reflected in his eyes, so that his pupil appears very transparent. Inside the mood, at a glance.
He looked at her in such a way, and then whispered, "I don't want to see you anymore."
"You go back to Tongcheng tomorrow."
Fu Tingyuan.
I will accompany you Always with you.
Until one day, you don't want me.
I don't want to see you.
You go back to Tongcheng tomorrow.
……
Huarong in the corner of the bathroom, found the crying luonanchu.
She pulled people into the car and drove her back to the hotel.
He opened the shower, soaked the hot water, and put the frozen Ronan into the bathtub. Huarong took a bath for Ronan himself, and then went into the bedroom with her.
Ronan was sitting on the sofa in a blanket. Huarong stood behind her, wiping her hair, and then drying her hair with a hair dryer.
In the dead of night.
Huarong sits on the edge of the window sill and lights a cigarette. Looking at the stars outside, she takes a slow puff of smoke and looks at luonanchu, who curls up on the bed and shivers slightly.
"Why?" She asked in a deep voice.
Ronan's face turned white at first. She held Sam tightly, gritted her teeth, and said in a shaking voice, "it's not bitter." She was pale with pain.
It seems that no one in the world will die because of heartache of lovelorn, so it's better to have a good night's pain.
Huarong looked at her for a moment, and with a light Tut, he put out his cigarette, went to dig luonanchu out of the quilt, held her face full of cold sweat, and looked at her sternly: "if you can't give up, go and tell him, otherwise, even if you died here, he would still not see and hear. When did you become a coward? You go to say to him, say you can't bear him, like him, tell him not to marry Lu Mingyou, ask him to stay with you! What's wrong with cousins? As long as you don't have children, how can you do harm to nature? "
She stood there slightly stunned. The man turned his head and looked up at her in the smoke. With a smile on his face, Ronan walked towards him and looked up at him: "hang out together?" Fu Tingyuan's eyes fell on her face, and then silently stood upright, accompanied her to stroll in the church. The guests are gone, not on weekends. Westminster Abbey is full of tourists. Lornan spent the first afternoon in the church. The sun sank down, the sky darkened down, and the air was also stained with a few threads of cold. She stopped in an empty corridor and turned to look at the man behind her. They didn't talk all afternoon. She walked forward, and he followed, only the shadows on the ground overlapped and interacted occasionally. Fu Tingyuan came to her and looked down at her. Luonanchu's face was still with a faint smile, but his eyes were moist and moist, showing some misty sadness in the evening mist. "It's getting dark." She whispered. In the silent corridor, her voice spread widely. The evening wind blew over and stirred the skirt on her ankle. The spring night had a chill of autumn. The man raised his hand, and still had a faint smell of smoke. He gently pinched her chin and raised her face. Then he bent his head slightly and looked down at her. Luo Nanchu always felt that Fu Tingyuan's eyes were beautiful and dark, but because they were born on this man's face, they showed some charming tenderness. Let him be sentimental no matter who he looks at. But at the moment, reflecting the sunset, the faint red reflected in his eyes, so that his pupil appears very transparent. Inside the mood, at a glance. He looked at her in such a way, and then whispered, "I don't want to see you anymore." "You go back to Tongcheng tomorrow." Fu Tingyuan. I will accompany you Always with you. Until one day, you don't want me. I don't want to see you. You go back to Tongcheng tomorrow. Huarong in the corner of the bathroom, found the crying luonanchu. She pulled people into the car and drove her back to the hotel. He opened the shower, soaked the hot water, and put the frozen Ronan into the bathtub. Huarong took a bath for Ronan himself, and then went into the bedroom with her. Ronan was sitting on the sofa in a blanket. Huarong stood behind her, wiping her hair, and then drying her hair with a hair dryer. In the dead of night. Huarong sits on the edge of the window sill and lights a cigarette. Looking at the stars outside, she takes a slow puff of smoke and looks at luonanchu, who curls up on the bed and shivers slightly. "Why?" She asked in a deep voice. Ronan's face turned white at first. She held Sam tightly, gritted her teeth, and said in a shaking voice, "it's not bitter." She was pale with pain. It seems that no one in the world will die because of heartache of lovelorn, so it's better to have a good night's pain. Huarong looked at her for a moment, and with a light Tut, he put out his cigarette, went to dig luonanchu out of the quilt, held her face full of cold sweat, and looked at her sternly: "if you can't give up, go and tell him, otherwise, even if you died here, he would still not see and hear. When did you become a coward? You go to say to him, say you can't bear him, like him, tell him not to marry Lu Mingyou, ask him to stay with you! What's wrong with cousins? As long as you don't have children, how can you do harm to nature? "
